"Whatever. I can't stand these clothes, I can't stand the smell of humans, I simply cannot stand this," He growled pulling off his tunic and roughly throwing it to the ground, the change rippling through his body.
It was pleasuring and painful, pulling and stretching his body. He could feel the course wolf hair prickle along his flesh, a rash of black spreading across his lithe body as his jaws changed with a sickening crunch of bone. His jaws elongated and teeth were not teeth but fangs to fit the muzzle. His head changed accordinly and his legs were nearly caught mid-change before he ripped his pants and under garment with hands that were barely that. He haulted for a moment, in the state between human and wolf, a hybrid. He could barely master human speech, but say it nonetheless.
"It'd be funny to see the look on their faces," he snarled, but in all the bitterness in his heart he could not shame his sister.
He fully changed into the awesome wolf he was. Proud with his neck arched, regal head high and his tail curled over his body. His body was thick and kingly, him the darkest of darks - a thick nightly pitch. His peircing blue gaze glanced to his sister.
As graceful as she was, she was even more so in her wolf form, but seeing her brother in his primeval state did not affect her. It stirred nothing inside her. She simply kneeled downwards, grabbing his clothes and their sack with her eyes cast downwards for a moment. But her brother was counting the seconds that ticked. Hey eyes had been focused on the ground too long before she glanced between the males with a smile. She elegantly stood, smiling in her warm way at Tynek.
"Yes, whatever suits you," she responded.
Okay, for how nice Amaie was she still liked to pick on her brother - just a tad. She patted her thigh, her eyes sparkling. She was acting as if he was a tame pooch. Her brother raised a lip, showing a fang in all it's glory, but she giggled and patted her thigh again, encouraging his ill behaviour. She glanced at Tynek at then around her.
"Well.. hmm... Oh! Kieli!" She said as her brother was already striding from the alley. She glanced at Tynek and then to her brother, shrugged hastily and took off, spinning around the corner.
Dawdling would affect her brother - and her brother could be a royal ass. Of course she'd never say it such crude terms but if she had to say it she'd say it with more womanly eloquence. But following her brother was a rather easy take - keeping up was another matter. People seemed to split to allow her brother to pass but began to close around Amaie. Of course she could follow by smell but that wouldn't please her brother. She considered changing into a wolf, feeling a a coarse rash of wolf hair spark along her tummy. She was glad it was covered as her strides lengthened. By the time she burst from the town she yelled for her brother to wait. She stole behind a tree, dropping her belongings and pulling her dress and the rest of her clothes from her body. Before one could even blink her body was in mid change, the white fur had raptured her into the near human state.
Then she was on all fours, her coat the exact opposite of her brother. It was stark white and her pastel blue eyes shone as her own lean form was an example of her human form - graceful and feminine. As the moments ticked she found she could not spare more time, speeding onwards to follow the scent of her racing brother.
Kieli had haulted for his sister but kept on plodding. His trot was jaunty and his nose lifted to the air and then to the ground, tial waving eagerly behind him. He bounced for a few moments, soon hearing the soft pawfalls of his sister's quick, agile entrance. He cast his gaze to her and she returned it. She didn't slow; he spun to join her, racing with her until the scent of sick, old buck caught them in the midst. They staggered at the strength of the smell. They hadn't smelled this scent from town - but a young one. Youthful and strong - what great luck! They stalked the underbrush and gazed at the old and dwindled buck. In it's weakest state,body standing on wobbly legs, head hung with eyes full of cateracts.
The duo was like an unstoppable force. The deer was ready to go - it had accepted that fate. But he would not go down easy - at least no without a feeble attempt of a fight. The one with the pelt of night crossed to the left, athletic body slipping through the undergrowth. Mean while the one of snow went to the left, slinking closer to the edge, but keeping silently to the shadows. With silent and lethal communication through their minds the black one stole into the clearing, dancing on slender limbs. He neared the weak ones of teh stag, snapping at them while the feminine one waited, biding her time with cool caculation.
Kieli snapped more, driving the poor stag near madness. He growled and sounded furious, making the deer dance and weave. The stag darted for an opening - but Kieli caught him, turning him back. This time he was met with a different pair of fangs that snapped silently and coolly. The stag didn't know whcih he prefferred the cool, silent and quick, or the loud and ferocious? But he had no time to ask or wait as they lept at him in unison, Kieli thrusting his weight against him and snapping. The he-wolf dodged the flail of hooves, the stag caught by the sinister, quiet fangs of the she-wolf, fangs puncturing the throat, holding fast while Kieli attacked again, aiding his sister by holding him down, gripping the spin as the deer struggled for a few moments before falling limp.
Minutes ticked by and the he-wolf ripped at the kill, devouring his half energetically. When he satisfied his rumbling hunger he lumbered into the shade, his sister taking his spot and pulling off her own portion. When her own stomach was satisfied she yawned and slowly went to her brother. She licked his muzzle and already started back. Kieli sighed. He followed - the scarce amount that was left was for the scavengers. That was how life worked.
The duo raced to where the clothes were lazily dropped and languidly robed themselves at separate spots, cleaning themselves up and taking a long drink at a nearby river. Both entered the village, looking relaxed and a bit tired. They were both a bit heated, a gloss of sweat on each of them. So as not to ruin her dress Amaie took to another dress, a plainer one of a deep forest green. But it matched the hair piece she placed in - yes, the one Tynek had given her. Amaie had also placed her hat on, but fashionably tilted to show of the hair accessory a bit. Kieli languidly stretched and sniffed.
"Hmm... Where oh where..." He grumbled, receiving a raised brow from his twin. He simply shrugged.
[sorry for the length o.o didn't expect it to uhm.. be that long o.o fingers ran away with me]