Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20181227050908/@comment-26892768-20181228033927

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Elsewhere...

Toughing it out through the blizzard and trekking through the snow-covered landscape are two female wolves - well, turned wolves anyway. Up until a few hours ago, these wolves were human, but that changed when the blizzard hit.

One of the wolves has fur that's primarily dark blue - so dark it can easily be mistaken for black - with some green fur here and there, such as some "bangs" near her head, a butterfly-like mark on her chest, a star-like mark on her left shoulderblade, and some tufts randomly scattered about on her lower legs. Her eyes are a rather bright green, with those eyes being forced to squint in the harsh weather. The other wolf is purely black, with some braided fur resembling dreadlocks near her head, green braids in her head fur, and two triangular scars - one on her forehead, one on her chin. Her eyes are yellow, and they seem a bit more...fierce than those of her companion. Less forgiving.

The first wolf, known as Jolyne Cujoh, sighs. "What a pain..."

''"Preach it to the choir!" ''The other wolf, known as Hermès Costello, groans. "Seriously - why do we have to go through all this as wolves?"

Jolyne looks at her companion and raises an eyebrow. "Are you seriously still complaining about the wolf thing?"

"Yes. Can you blame me? I like having hands!" Hermès holds up one of her paws. "What am I supposed to grab with these?"

"You're not supposed to grab anything." Jolyne retorts. "I think if you want to grab something, you'd have to do it with your mouth. So stop complaining, will you? It could be worse."

"How could it be-" Hermès trails off when she looks at Jolyne's face. "...oh. Right. Snails. That...that was worse. That was definitely worse."

Jolyne nods, before turning to face the blizzard. "I'm more annoyed about the weather than anything. This cold is enough to give me chills even with this fur coat...and we can barely see a thing out there."

"Yeah...probably best to find some shelter to sit this out..." Hermès suddenly grins, her wolfish fangs serving her rather nicely. "And maybe we'll get an opportunity to scare some of the people who haven't gotten affected by this mess..."

Jolyne gives Hermès a disapproving look.

"What? If we're going to look like wild wolves, might as well make the most of it and scare the crap out of people." Hermès argues.