<div class="floatleft">(http://i40.tinypic.com/jtvqdw.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Anna Lochlynn</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jake<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Woods<br/><hr/><br/>The red head grinned, taking a few steps towards him close enough to be chest to chest with him. She took note that his eyes were not on her own, and she made an effort to put her shoulders back more, the very tips of the round orbs beneath her shirt lightly grazing the cold metal of the gun at his chest. "Are you, now?" She purred, her eyes moving to look over his chest strapped in tactical gear, up to his full brows. Her fingers move over to brush delicately over the weapon, brushing over the fingers that held it. "At least you're honest about it."<br/><br/>Her hands moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting the material some, inching it up to reveal the pale, soft skin neath it, until it was beneath the curve of her breasts, hiked up high on her ribs, and she stopped. "Mm, Come to think of it, I'm not quite sure I'm up to gut, skin, and cook a deer." She let the fabric fall, a smirk on her lips as she leaned in on the balls of her feet, close enough to his lips to share his breath. "You're gonna have to work a<em>little</em>harder to get my clothes off... or at least convince me to." She dared him, a little wiggle in her eyebrows. Her eyes moved to his lips before she took a step back, turning again to continue towards camp. "Come on, Casanova."<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i40.tinypic.com/27yxzk5.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Matthew Dillon</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Orion<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Into the woods<br/><hr/><br/>Matt followed, letting Rion do his things as he gathered all of his thoughts and senses. Watching him get undressed wasn't a down side by any means. He nodded, picking up Rion's clothes for him before he watched the change take place. It never failed to amaze him. He smiled as the beautiful white Wolf come over to him, stroking his fingers through his fur and accepting all the kisses. Then he was on the move, and he stayed a good distance behind, not wanting to disrupt his search. When he got the cue to hang back a bit more, he slowed it steps, placing them more carefully on the forest floor. When the white wolf shot off, Matt stayed put, until he heard the distance sounds that let him know Rion had succeeded.<br/><br/>He still took his time to make his way over, letting him enjoy his meal without interruption. Most would say the scene was pretty brutal, but Matt found it amazing. He rested against a tree, his back there and he looked around. He thoughts drifted back to earlier. He knew the main reason Rion didn't want to turn him was before the wolf didn't want to burden him with the life style. The constant hiding, not just from people who wanted you dead, but the people who didn't understand or wouldn't believe. The possibility of severe judgement. He knew it would be for the best, though. And it was something he wanted. Matthew didn't see it as a burden.<br/><br/>He glanced over, seeing his lover's coat reddened with blood. He smiled, hoping the wolf was enjoying his breakfast. He felt his own stomach grumble, the need for food of his own becoming immanent.