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For someone who was in a position to keep a low profile considering the fact that he was not entirely human in spite of looking it, it didn't actually appear that the individual had yielded to warnings that would have made a lot of sense to do so.

He wore his hair in a sort of mop-top poof that moved about in whichever position he decided to place his head. As he was walking down the increasingly dark walkway, he allowed his scuffed up boots to strike the concrete with rather heavy footfalls.

Camouflage-print jeans that were held up with a studded belt that in its own right caught the diminishing light rested over the tops of his aforementioned footwear, and a black t-shirt was worn over that. He had an open plaid shirt, which was worn over that, and perhaps notably a collar that featured spikes.

For someone who was or at least should have been trying to avoid attention, it didn't look like he was at all doing so. Rather, it seemed if anything he was drawing it to himself. Then again, he figured that walking around with confidence probably suggested to other people that he had nothing to hide, in spite of the fact that he obviously had something to hide, so that had meant that he had figured that just being himself in spite of what he really was tended to be a good thing to do.

Smirking a bit, he kept walking down until he finally approached a lamppost and threw his hair back a bit. He figured that in a few moments twilight would very well have passed totally into the cover of night, and at that moment he would have seen a characteristic flicker as the streetlamp would have turned itself on.

Apparently he was waiting for someone. She knew who she was; a pack mate who he figured was at this point rather late. It was a place to meet, however that would have prevented anyone from realizing that something was up.

As the sky slowly started to blacken, he did his best to avert his eyes from the moon. He was obsessed with that lunar body, and for good reason of course. It was something that made him...well, sick with the need to throw back his head and let loose a worshipful howl while thick fur embraced his body.

This, though, was not the venue for what he knew very well that he needed badly. It would have to wait until he was ready to place himself in the right position for everything. That was when he was going to be able to let loose and at that point he would -really- show the world just who he was.

At the moment, though, he was honestly starting to get impatient with the fact that the person that he was waiting for hadn't actually taken the extraordinary step of actually getting here.

Oh well, if worse came to worst than he would have turned on his tunes and then he could have potentially drowned out whatever it was that was bothering him until the other individual ultimately arrived.


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PostPosted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 9:15 pm 
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Olivia was stuck at the restaurant, closing. She asked her good for nothing boss for this night off but of course he said no. He even gave her the "You're the only one who knows how to count the money in the cash drawer and set up the coins while closing the kitchen." Which wasn't all a lie but it still annoyed her. She has been working for about a year here at the dinner. She was born twenty-two moons ago on a night much like the one tonight. She had a slim build, brown hair that was either in a neat bun or in a French braid over one shoulder. The only time she ever had her hair down was when she went for a run. As she closed the cash drawer her light seafoam green eyes looked at the clock. She wrinkled her nose in frustration. She was late.

Olivia wasn't a normal human though her girly wardrobe of sundresses, jeans and shirts spoke otherwise. She had a power of shifting into a wolf come the full moon's appearance. That's the only reason she has the stupid reasturant job, was so she could blend in a bit better and hide the fact she wasn't a normal human. So far it seemed to work.

Liv blew a strand of hair out of her face when she closed up the doors of the restaurant. 'Finally.' She thought throwing her bag over her shoulder and untying her apron stuffing it into her bag. The streets seemed to be nearly empty and a coy yet playful smiled appeared on her red tinted lips. She continued walking picking up the pace avoiding the moon. Though the moon was her teacher and she was its student. 'Not yet.' She thought to herself rounding the coiner to see her pack mate under the dim light of the lamp post. She gracefully made her way up to him appearing under the light from the darkness. Her sea green eyes looking into his. "Ready?" She asked loosing more and more control as the moments passed.

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PostPosted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 11:14 am 

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They were quite a pair if one looked at them, that was to say the least, though one had to examine them from the point of view of someone who had no idea that they weren't normal individuals. Considering her girly wardrobe and his relatively punky one by comparison, they didn't exactly seem like they would have hung out in the same scene.

Then again, the world simply didn't know what they were up to.

Once she had arrived, he nonchalantly threw back his head with folded arms, though the gesture was every bit as much to avoid the lunar light as it was to showcase a lack of intent.

"It took you long enough, but yeah, I'm ready."

Predictably his commentary was paired with a smirk that would have looked positively...wolfish and the fact that a specific descriptive word like that might have been rather accurate would surely have not been lost on her.

Finally allowing his arms to relax, he started to go off in another direction, trusting that she should have followed him along.

"Do you have a plan for this evening, then? I would hope you do."

Soon enough he was quickly adding something else to that comment, "I would hope we can avoid what happened last time." He was snickering, trusting that she would have found some humor in that...or perhaps been embarrassed for both of them. Not all of their lunar escapades had gone quite as planned in the past that was for certain.

Admittedly he wondered if she had someone...selected for this evening. Sometimes people were turned by forced, and others came willingly to the slaughter so to speak.

Otherwise, if Liv had thought of a criminal who needed to be taken care of anything of the like, then he would have gone along with that as well. It might have seemed somewhat weird, but it looked like he had honestly had wanted to protect the city and he would have apparently gone to great lengths in order to do so.

"Ready?"

His last question was all else that he had bothered to ask.


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She stuck her tounge out at him before giggling as they walked off, "I tried to get here sooner but I had to close the restaurant." She told him as they walked. She thought for a moment about the plan and looked at him, "We run through the forest letting our wild side out for a bit then see who we come across on the south side. We haven't been to the south side since the incident last time. I think it's safe now." She told him flashing an adorable smile before they reached the forest line and heeds him ask if she was ready. She had no time to saw anything. Her eyes caught sight of the moon and in seconds the human was gone ans in her place was a blackish brown wolf. The wolf almost blended in with the nightfall. She would huff at the boy wondering what was taking so long. She wanted to run and have some fun.

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"What do you mean what's taking me so long?" Apparently Hobbie was replying to her wolf form's huffing, which seemed rather rebellious considering what she could have done to him in that state.

Soon enough though he permitted himself to loose all control and instead glare at the moon's light. That light initially reflected off his eyes, though soon enough it was a clean lunar disk reflecting in the predatory gaze of a wolf.

His bones and teeth shifted, soon forming the digitigrade legs of a powerful land mammal. Fur in this state was, unlike hers, something of a silvery color that reflected that same lunar light.

Hobbie was ready to take on whatever it was that this evening had to offer him. Throwing back his head and now allowing himself to release a chorus of wolf-song, he was now truly ready to run with her no matter where this adventure might take them.

Still, though, he thought to himself if anyone had held them up, then it would have certainly have had to have been her and not him by any means!


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