Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Dec 15, 2009 10:53:46 GMT -5
Ah, the feeling of complete and utter humiliation in the morning. Screw coffee; there just was nothing like having one’s face turn into a sauna to wake a girl up.
Hustling out of the grocery store she’d stopped in that morning, with her hands tucked in her pockets and her head ducked down in an inconspicuous manner, Ilani did her best not to break down and start wailing her ‘why’s’ to the sky. Like, why was it that every damn ghost in a hundred mile radius was attracted to her, instead of…say, the psychic down the street with the tarot cards and pretty colored crystal ball? Could she actually make it inside a darn store without having oranges shoot at her face? Was it THAT hard for a ghost to sidle over, say hello, wait patiently for her to pay for her food, and then go psychotic on her?
For crying out loud, she had a life! A good life! And hell if she was going to stop it every single time one of those bozos had an afterlife crisis!
“Wait, lady! You can see us can’t you? I really need you to help me find my mommy. I know she’s sad and I have to make sure she’s okay,” A tiny voice, followed by a six year old’s sniffle, sounded behind her.
Well, there went THAT idea.
A few hours, a soggy t-shirt and some good natured heckling from the bible thumpers outside later, Ilani was back inside her bar, back behind the bar, and feeling much better than she had before. After listening to little Timmy’s sob story, she’d proceeded to call a hysterical mother of four, get hung up on, then walked on over to the suspiciously close house to get wine thrown into her face- which stung like a BITCH, man. But, upon seeing Mommy being hugged tightly by estranged Daddy, Timmy found solace in the fact that his parents were once again together, and went into the light.
Thank all that’s holy. Now, she could rest easy at home, waiting for her boys to start crawling through the cracks and doorways...and maybe give a certain sexy stud muffin a call.
Pulling herself up onto the bar, she proceeded to kick off her boots and lie down on the scarred wood, staring up at the ceiling with a content sigh. So far so good on the ghost-count. Maybe today wouldn’t turn up to be a horrible—
“Oh Miss Kitty’s Titties; what a right nice sight to see!” A chorus of male voices started shaking the walls, and slowly, ten young men dressed in Confederate uniforms slowly appeared in the middle of the room. Together, they sang the bawdy song that had been playing on loop in her head for more than three days, and it was all she could do not to lose her mind right there.
“OH WILL YOU SHUT UP!” Ilani howled, chucking a towel in their direction. In retrospect, she'd probably end up scaring off potential customers with her screaming at a supposedly empty room. “Good God, boys. I thought Southerners were supposed to be gentlemen. I am not going to contact your families, so just get over it! Move on! Find the goddamn light and stop singing those annoyingly graphic songs! OhmygodEW, don’t sing about her…you know, that's not anatomically possible. Believe me, I've tried it.” Stopping herself before she could attack the ghostly figures- she’d tried once, and there was still a dent in the wall opposite the dance floor- she groaned and covered her eyes with an arm.
“Yeesh. I need a frikken exorcist. Or somebody with a good banishing potion. Hear that boys? I’m gonna go and get one of those whacko psychics in here to send you all to the ectoplasmic plane! How do you like THEM apples?!”
A full minute after she’d turned around, she began to notice that her beautiful colored bottles were beginning to accumulate some frost. Which meant only one thing. Holy. Freaking. Crap.
In the spiritual world, there are two kinds of ghosts: the confused, wailing ones who shake chains and haunt their loved ones, and the angry, very put out ghosts who want to kill those responsible for their deaths, or kill anyone who steps into their path. Said angry ghosts, because of their strong emotions, are able to drum up enough energy to move things around and, if their timing is right, possess people. One very obvious piece of evidence toward the presence of an angry ghost? Frost. Just what she needed after a week like hers.
Now, Ilani was no medium; ghosts had tried and failed to take over her body, mostly because her ‘gifts’ allowed her to block them out. Sure, she could see, hear and- in some cases- smell the dearly departed, but as the equivalent of a Shaman to her mother’s people, they couldn’t touch her unless she wanted them to. But even in the face of this assurance, angry ghosts were on par with poltergeists…and she was really in loathe to watch her bar get torn apart.
“Okay boys,” She said, slowly turning around, a grimace on her face. Sliding the dishtowel off of her shoulder, she winced when she saw the air at the back of the bar start to shimmer. “You want me to go call your families? Time for defcon sixty eight. Battle station time.”
Hands tight on the dishtowel, she played with the small stud in her lower lip and moved around the bar counter to face the shimmering air in the back of the room.
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Dec 19, 2009 11:27:01 GMT -5
Awareness was slow to rise after a night spent doing sexual acrobatics in the wide bed he now lay sprawled in. Blinking blearily at the clock, Derek DeVoux growled and then rubbed a hand over his stubbled chin. A quick search of the fore mentioned bed brought him completely aware and cause him to realized that one arm was still firmly attached to the headboard with a slender metal handcuff.
Staring at him for a long moment, he realized they both must have passed out before Lani had released that cuff and that thought made him smirk. A quick, hard tug snapped the fragile play chain that connect him to the bed and he lunged out of the warm haven into a... Fridged temperature? What in the bloody hell?
Frowning, Derek leaned down and picked up his pants before slipping into them a la commando. Zipping them carefully, he left them unbuttoned before trudging off to find Lani. What he walked in on, however, caused him to blink rapidly and rubbed a hand over his eyes to make sure he wasn't really seeing things. The room felt like it was incased in ice and there were vague, foggy images misting around.
"Um... Lani? Baby? Have you got something you wanna tell me? I'm all for kinky but this is a bit extreme don't you think? The cold really doesn't do anything for me."
Moving carefully towards his girl friend, the shifter felt the beast stir within and his senses heighten. His lips pulled back in an unconcious snarl and his muscles tensed as if to leap.
"Who are your friends and why are they crashing a perfectly good party for two? Don' they know its impolite to call before coffee?"
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Dec 19, 2009 23:15:24 GMT -5
“Uh, Moonie, I don’t know how we can help you with this one,” Looking a bit scared, one of the previously howling Confederate soldiers backed up a step, his buddies doing the same. Which was freaking awesome; they could haunt museums, come up with the dirtiest anatomically incorrect ballads and scare the bejeesus out of her customers, but when push came to shove? All they could do was cross her out.
Ooh, certain someone’s weren’t getting their Christmas stocking filled.
Before she could open her mouth and tell the ghosts what their ratings were on the suckage meter, the shimmering spot began to move. Freezing, she eyed the floating spot…then moved to the right. The shimmer followed. She moved to the left, and lo and behold, it followed again. Damn, was it wrong to feel the ungodly urge to line dance and see how it reacted?
Muttering a curse under her breath, she started moving very slowly toward the far wall, eyes never leaving the shimmering spot. Muscles tense and her eyelids doing a very uncomfortable twitchy dance, she had her mind on one thing, and one thing only: the protective circle in her bedroom.
A one time boyfriend, who’d liked to call himself a modern day ‘witch’, had once told her that symbols had power. Just like when one socked a vampire with a bible, or threw silver at a werewolf, the spiritual world was governed by laws which the living could manipulate for their own good. Want to call your loved one? Hold hands in a circle. Want to raise the dead? Draw a circle on a grave. Want to call a demon? Kill someone, then- you guessed it- draw another damn circle.
Which was why she’d paid through both nostrils to get the fancy schmancy exorcist-grade protective circle drawn into the space under her bed. A precaution against ghosts who didn’t understand the words ‘not interested,’ it only took her three times of waking up to something cold and ethereal humping her leg to finally hire the old, scraggly priest and get her some magical help. Now that she thought of it, she should probably have one down here, too. But if she was going to go standoff with an angry spirit, she’d rather do it in the comforts of her bed.
But then, OF FREAKING COURSE, plans had to change, as a certain sexy piece of manly meat suddenly appeared at the foot of the stairs leading down to the bar. And, holy geeze, could he actually see the ghosts? He was staring right at the shimmer, a weird look on his face, and said something about her ‘friends’ making surprise visits…
And then the shimmer disappeared. Aw, snap, there went line dancing time.
“NO TIME TO EXPLAIN! RUN FOR THE BEDROOM! RUUUUUN!” Ilani launched herself at Derek, knowing that what was inevitably to follow would probably end their little ‘relationship...’ and damn, if it didn’t disappoint her. Practically shoving at those broad shoulders, she managed to get the both of them halfway up, her apartment in sight and the Promised Land just a few doors down…
And then she went all Peter Pan without the happy thoughts, air forced from her lungs as an unseen force had her flying backwards.
Wow. She really had to repaint that ceiling. Talk about cracks in the plaster…
Landing with a dull thud in the middle of the dance floor across from the bar, she could only stare stupidly up at her ceiling, blinking tears from her eyes. Okay, that was definitely different…not to mention kind of annoying. It took a lot of energy to throw a solid, living person half across the room, which meant that her ghostie was either very old, or very angry.
Eyes widening as the bloody form of a ten year old girl floated above her face, Ilani went with the ‘angry’ one.
Before she could take a breath, a pair of small, cold, bloody palms- good God, there weren’t any fingers- lashed out and caught her cheeks between them. And then, as usual when she was dealing with angry ghosts, the visions came. To any normal person, she would simply look like she’d passed out on her back and, being that she was surrounded by liquor, they’d just let it slide. But looking closely, they would find every muscle in her body tight and quivering and a steady stream of tears leaking out of the corners of her wide, unseeing eyes.
Thanks to Grandma and the ‘gifts’ passed down the generations, ghosts had a hard time taking over her body as they’d like to, as those special people like her were a rare commodity, and powerful to control. But if they were angry enough, or powerful enough, they could reach just a tiny bit into her mind, and force her to See. It was really any real psychic or ghost-whisperer’s trick. Not that she was any of those. She liked to have her head un-toyed with, thanks so much.
“Dark, cold, ropes hurt my legs, I want to go home,” Soft, like an airy whisper, she spoke in a voice that wasn’t her own. “The bad man made me stay here even though he promised that he’d take me to Daddy. I don’t like it here. The others scream all the time, and it’s so scary. Smells bad; like rotten eggs. The monsters scare me. Tall with wings and dry skin…aren’t monsters not supposed to be real? Mommy said so. It hurts! He cut me and I can’t stop bleeding. I want Mommy! Let me go home! I want Mommy!”
The pictures running through her head seared her brain, and she wanted to close her eyes against it. But the ghost was too strong, forcing her to see, to feel, to hear everything…and none of it made any sense! Then, finally, with the final scream of a ghost being torn from its body, the little girl died and Ilani broke free.
Jerking to a sitting position, she scrabbled back on her butt until her back hit the wall, eyes blessedly closed. The whispering was still there, with the faint finger brush of memory, but she knew from experience that, once the message was delivered, the messenger became too weak to be of any harm. Which was very good. Because ghosts normally retained their ‘death face’, and she really didn’t want to see Jenny Mathers’. Not after all the things her tormenter did to her.
"I hate Mondays..." Was her next groan, as she sat on shaking hands and let her forehead clunk down onto her updrawn knees.
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Dec 23, 2009 13:29:14 GMT -5
Derek had no idea what the hell was happening but it obviously wasn't anything good. When the hell had he taken a tumble into Alice's rabbit hole again? Those hazy things shifting around surely weren't... Ghosts? Unfortunately, one look at his mate and he knew that.. believeably or not... He'd hit the nail on the peg with that conclusion. The woman was obviously unsure what to say. And all that was before all hell broke loose.
One moment he was staring at Lani as she seemed to be trying to make up her mind on what story she was going to tell him and then next he was being ordered to "“NO TIME TO EXPLAIN! RUN FOR THE BEDROOM! RUUUUUN!”. Blinking rapidly, he turned to go up the stairs, taking her at her word, only to whirl back around at the top as he heard her feet leave the steps and a loud "THUNK" at the bottom of the well. The of her laying there made his protective instincts hit overdrive and he didn't even think as he reacted. Never mind that he hadn't actually ever gotten around to telling Lani about his ability... All that mattered was protecting her from whatever it was that was trying to harm her.
"Damn it, Ilani!" the wolf snarled before shifting suddenly and using his supernatural senses to try and identify the threat. With his wolf vision, he could see different shades of black and white but was unable to find anything to lash out at. A growl escaped him as frustration built. There was no scent on the air for him to trace either.
Leaping the steps to Lani's side, the wolf was just leaning down to nuzzle her before a strong force smack him in the side and he flew across the room into the wall. Hitting with a tremendous impact, he could do nothing but try to breath for a moment as his vision reasserted itself. A whine was forced from his lungs as he scrambled to his feet with a growl and tried to rush once more to his woman. As he did so, words seemed to spill from her lips and she seemed to take on a trance like state. Sliding to a stop, he gazed at her questioningly and heard the horror in her tone. Unfortunately, she seemed to be talking in a little girls tone. What the devil?
Shaking his head in confusion, Derek wondered if he'd taken an even harsher blow than he'd thought but then the puzzle pieces seemed to come together. He'd heard of those who could talk to spirits but he'd never met one himself. Evidently, Lani was one of those rare individuals.
Suddenly, Lani sat up and scrambled backwards. Freezing on his paws, Derek debated shifting into human form but he couldn't do it without drawing her notice anyway. Her tone tore at his heart as she put her head in her hands and sighed. He hated to leave her like this but if he could just make it to the kitchen.... Maybe he'd have a chance of keeping his secret just a tad longer. No telling how she would take a wolf suddenly appearing in her apartment.. especially after the shock she'd just taken.
Backing carefully away, Derek winced as his nails clicked on the floor. Freezing once more, he watched and grimanced as his lovers eyes raised to look straight at him. Awww Hell... He'd really done it now, hadn't he?
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Dec 24, 2009 14:06:42 GMT -5
Oh for the love of GAH, she really did hate her life sometimes. There she was, having some albeit warped fun in threatening a bunch of rowdy Confederates, thinking about the warm body she’d left upstairs in favor of making sure nobody tried to break the door down for an early beer- been there, done that, filled out the insurance forms…and put out a hit on the dumbass’ head- when all of a sudden, BAM, angry kid. The younger generations just didn’t have any respect anymore, did they?
Not to mention that ghosts nowadays were just downright rude. Sure, she would have taken one look at the mutilated girl, freaked out, ran away and refused to help, because torture like that did not an easy ‘Mommy’s getting over your death so you can move on’ day make. But…hell, man. The whole make Ilani look like a ridiculously hot Superman just wasn’t necessary!
…Oh, snap, and speaking of said warm body. As her mind started to slowly come back to the present and tear itself out of the usual mental ranting, already tense muscles began to go into explosion territory. Good LORD, Derek had seen, with emphasis on the seen! Sure, the frost was a bit obvious…but her ‘friends’ were crashing a party? Before the angry ghost had went Exorcist on her ass, he’d definitely said something to the extent that, holy effing crap, he could see the ghosts wandering around her bar.
God. Either this was a blessing in disguise, or some kind of smelly ass crap was gonna hit the fan.
Slowly, Ilani raised her head, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. The poor guy was probably sitting shell shocked somewhere, probably nearby because a he-man like him probably wasn’t about to let his lover fly ten feet though the air without running after her. Which was, in all aspects, pretty darned welcome, after the last few fools who’d found out about her ‘gifts.’ Ah, she could just imagine ‘ol Trevor Sinclair’s face now, after Cash had inhabited a mannequin and tried to play nice; eyeballs bugging out, mouth falling open as a girlish scream erupted from his throat. The big, bad biker from somewhere near California had turned white as a sheet, pretended to be a twelve year old girl and ran out of the place as fast as his muscular legs could carry him.
Which was why Derek was like a breath of fresh air. He was handsome as hell, had that dark, brooding, dangerous thing going that practically had her panties melting every time she thought of his face…and didn’t seem like the kind of up and run, like Trev had. So, with a calming breath, she slowly raised her head.
“Look, Derek…um, about all that…hehe, I have no idea how to let you down easy, but—HOLY EFFING COW!”
Her eyes focused on the face of the nearest living thing nearby, her own set in a mask of anxiety and tension. She was expecting Derek’s face, all pinched and confused…and color her freaking surprised when, instead, she locked eyes with the biggest freaking wolf on the freaking planet.
Okay, overstatement, but…GAH. WOLF. Where was old Running Wolf when she needed her?
Eyes practically popping out of her head, Ilani found her back smacking into the wall behind her again. In a motion that Uncle Two Trees had taught her when she was a child, she held up her hands slightly and went completely still. “Nice, wolfy. You don’t wanna eat me; I’m all skin and bones. God, please say you didn’t eat my boyfriend…’cause if you did, I’m SO gonna have a new fur rug in my room, you mark my words. Even if I don’t like most things fur, ‘cause I don’t believe in killing things other’n for food…”
“Uh, Lani…I don’t think that’s a regular wolf,” A voice sounded from beside her. Kneeling next to her, Cash the Annoying Ghost had his eyes pinned on the animal in front of her. “I mean…he’s not. You remember that guy Caleb that you met a few weeks ago?”
Wolf...there was a freaking wolf in her bar! How'd he get in here, anyway? And where was Derek? Oh, God, please say the ghost hadn't knocked him out...or that he was upstairs cowering in her bedroom. She held such a high regard for the guy, and seeing him curled up in a man-ball would just kill all her respect for the male race...
Cash’s question slowly registered, as Ilani peered into a set of eyes that were very familiar. Blinking and wondering if leaving her fingers’ lives to a dead guy was such a good idea, she leaned forward slightly, reaching out a tentative hand to the wolf. “Oh holy cow…Derek?”
Talk about a sure fire way to take a girl’s mind off of angry dead kids. Holy COW.
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Dec 30, 2009 11:48:06 GMT -5
OK, so there were just some times in a guys life when he had to choose the better part of valor and either run for the hills or hold his ground and pray he didn't get shot to death by a petrified woman. Since the couldn't very well get out the door without turning his back and having no desire to hurt Lani, Derek was forced to wait uneasily as she looked up and .. was it any wonder... Freaked at the sight of a massive black wolf standing mere feet away.
Her lovely eyes widened to the point that they threatened to pop out of her head and she tried to melt into the wall directly behind her. Trying to think of a way to reassure her, the wolf whined and took a step back back as her hands came up as if to ward him off. The words that next spilled out of her mouth would have made him laugh it the circumstances hadn't been so dire.
“Nice, wolfy. You don’t wanna eat me; I’m all skin and bones. God, please say you didn’t eat my boyfriend…’cause if you did, I’m SO gonna have a new fur rug in my room, you mark my words. Even if I don’t like most things fur, ‘cause I don’t believe in killing things other’n for food…”
Blinking, the massive wolf stared at her and then tilted his head. His eyes brimmed with a bit of amusement that he couldn't help but he kept his posture none threatening. In fact, he set back on his haunches and gave a small bark that was low in tone. (NOTE* YES, Wolves do bark and its a proven fact contrary to what some people believe and think! LOL ) A slight blur at her side had his attention snapping to the vague midst that he couldn't quiet see clearly and his lips pulled back in a grimace. If anything tried to attack her again, it was going to be sorry, midst or no, seen or not.
“Oh holy cow…Derek?”
Looking back at Ilani, Derek gave another bark/whine and then let his front feet slide forward until he was laying on his belly looking at her forlornly. Dropping his head on to his paws, he tried to look as none threatening as it was possible for a massive creature like himself to be. Giving her time to adjust to what her mind and eyes were telling her, he remained still and stared at her with bright, glimmering eyes.
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Dec 31, 2009 21:53:30 GMT -5
“I mean, just look at the intelligence in his eyes,” Cash went on, floating a bit closer to the wolf in front of his friend. “He’s just staring at you like he’s understanding what you’re—OH GOD, HE CAN SEE ME!”
With a little hop-skip-freak out, the ghost zoomed behind Ilani’s crouched form, peeking out at Derek over her shoulder. Man, talk about Cash the Scaredy Ghost. But the psychic had bigger fish to fry than an easily spooked…spook.
Absently, she waved a hand over her shoulder at the cowering ghost. “Of course he can see you, you idiot. You look like a pair of floating testicles. Kinda hard to miss.”
An outraged gasp sounded behind her, and she couldn’t help but grin. Only her dirty mind would picture the normal Renaissance garb as being something less than rated R…but hell, once again, she had bigger issues to think about. Namely, one very powerful, angry ghost and a boyfriend/lover/MRROW on wheels who had the uncanny ability to spout fur and fangs.
Well, it definitely helped that she was crazy to begin with. And thought that Mr. Wolfy looked just as cute on four legs as he did on two.
Tentatively, her fingers brushed the soft pelt of his head. Okay, so he hadn’t leapt for her throat or anything, like werewolves did in the movies, so that was definitely a plus. And with all the whining, barking- okay, she definitely had to give him some Scared Woman Etiquette lessons…’cause c’mon, barking at a woman who was trying to backwardly climb into a wall? Not a good idea if they didn’t want her to put her head through plaster- and lying down…damn, he looked like a cute, albeit wolfish, puppy.
“Okay, so…this is definitely some secret,” She informed her lover, absently scratching under his ear. “I mean, it’s big, but I kind of prefer it to you telling me that you’re married. Or wanting to see someone else…or that you’ve been secretly trying on my shoes. Or catching you with your hands in my purse, my grandmother’s jewelry in your pocket and holding a bag of drugs between your teeth. So…yeah, this’ okay. I can deal with this.”
Ah, introducing another babbling spell. Some people sweated profusely or passed out when hitting the point of complete hysteria…but Ilani? Nah, she didn’t take that route. She just talked like crazy.
Continuing to run her fingers through his fur, she plopped back onto her butt and folded her legs beneath her. “I mean, I guess it’s only fair, after you seeing me freak out. Actually, you being all wolf-like makes it easier to talk about this. See…I can see dead people. And please, before you start asking me about The Sixth Sense, I’m not a ten year old boy and I really can see ghosts. It’s all my mother’s family’s fault, ‘cause they were all shamans and ‘Dream Walkers.’ Kind of necromancers too…but I don’t deal with bringing back the dead, just…talking to them. And sometimes, when ghosts are pissed off enough, they get real powerful and throw things around. Or me, but that doesn’t happen all the time. And…hoobah, you’re a werewolf, huh? Well, I’ve gotta admit; you’re kinda not the first I’ve met. See, when we were just first dating- huh, can you call it dating? I mean, we did the tango before we went out…not that I’m complaining, ‘cause MAN, you are de MAN..hehe…but anyway. I was doing my thing in the Pit, and this guy waltzes in with the surprising ability to inhale tequila without passing out, which of course, I had to test and almost passed out myself. Then he goes and freaking cuts his freaking hand, and the thing heals! So I dragged him up to my place where we can talk and he freaking changes into his white wolf! He says his name is Caleb, he’s a friendly neighborhood werewolf and...well, it’s thanks to him that I’m not fainting. Not that I ever faint. Crap, shut up Ilani.”
With a little sigh, she leaned forward until she could rest her forehead against the top of his head. Nuzzling into the soft fur, she scooted a bit closer. “Um…yeah, I’m guessing that all this is really random and a lot to take in for both of us. But…er…not that I mind you all fuzzy and stuff, but…could you change back? Please? I’d kind of love to read your facial expressions and everything.” Suddenly, her head picked up and an evil smile slipped onto her lips. “And I bet you change back naked, just like Caleb did. Ooh, baby. Cash! Lock the door!”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Jan 2, 2010 11:05:05 GMT -5
Perking an ear up, Derek remained with his head on his paws as his big dark eyes met hers. Making no movement, he let his woman come to terms with what was going on in front of her eyes and was glad that she hadn't run for the door screaming madly at least. All in all, things seemed to be going far better than expected.
Of course, the whole seeing ghosts and being on speaking terms with them didn't exactly make for her being one to talk though, right? That wasn't exactly a common thing either so maybe they did actually have some common ground to work with so that neither one of them would labeled the other as a nut case. Since she wasn't calling the nearest nice people with the white jackets, he could only assume that she knew enough about the supernatural world that she could eventually take what he was in stride.
Cocking his head a bit as she talked to someone he couldn't exactly see, he tried to stare hard at the space that shifted like a smoky haze but couldn't make out anything distinctive. It was there but he couldn't actually make out WHAT it was and could only assume it was some sort of spirit. However, Lani seemed comfortable with it so he didn't bare his teeth like he really wanted too. Her words to the thing did make a wolfy smile steal across him lips thought.
Just then, she reached out and touched his silky fur. The rich color of a midnight sky, Derek in his wolf form was no ones idea of an "Average" wolf. For one thing, he was far cleaner and his coat shined like ebony glass. That was one of the benifits of being a shifter. You got the perks of being as clean as the human outside but the power of the wolf inside. His eyes were the same though as he gazed at her and then licked the underside of her hand.
Letting her ramble a bit, he listened and then felt her lean forward to place her forehead on his. Letting out a sigh, he crawled closer and then, if wolves could laugh, would have chuckled at her words about changing back naked. Man, you just had to love a woman who lived to see you naked.
A slight whine escaped him as he got to his feet and then scowled at the midst hovering nearby. There was no way in hell he was changing in front of some spirit when he was at his most helpless. Luckily for him, the thing seemed to sense it and floated towards the door.
Once he disappeared, Derek closed his eyes and began to transform until he stood in his tall, muscular form once more. While not a super beefed up man, his human form was one built for power, strength and speed. Lean while being muscular in all the right spots, his pecks and abdomen rippled as he leaned over and grabbed a blanket from the couch. As much as he didn't mind being naked, he had a feeling it would be much to distracting for both of them and the conversation they were needing to have.
Wrapping the material around his waist, he turned back to Lani and gave her a slight smile. His eyes were dark and determined as he leaned a hip on the couch and crossed his arms over his muscled chest.
"Well... Looks like the cats out of the bag now.. Or wolf, as it may be.... You seem to be taking this far better than I expected..... This is your last chance to have hysterics if you need to ...."he said with a rueful look. "Then maybe you can tell me how long you've been talking to ghosts... I was born with my wolf spirit.... But I have a feeling you have a better story to tell."
Then, sniffing the air, he tried to return them to some level of normal.
"Have you got any coffee? Damn.... A fight with a ghost and before I've even had a chance to wake up."
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Jan 6, 2010 22:41:14 GMT -5
Wake up? What, she wasn’t dreaming? She had actually just been bitch slapped by a dead ten year old, informed that her lover was a werewolf…
Glancing up as the wolf who had been in front of her suddenly poofed into a very naked man, Ilani came face to face with a certain part of his anatomy that she’d learned to love quite quickly. And, while most women would be turning scarlet and turning away embarrassed, the psychic could only make a disappointed sound when he snagged a blanket from somewhere.
Hell yeah, she was definitely awake. HOOBAH, and pass the chocolate syrup.
“Um,” Was her only reply, as she lifted a hand to rap her knuckles on her temple. It was really the only thing that would stop the Hallelujah Chorus from playing, as inappropriate as it was.
Slowly, she levered herself to her feet, grimacing as various bumps and bruises made themselves known. Oh good LORD and jars of peanut butter, her butt! Her head! Her back…HER BUTT! With one hand rubbing at her sore tailbone and the other at the lump on the back of her head, she turned to address Derek where he leaned on the bar.
…All three of them. Okay, cue some random blinking. Just some deep breaths to push back the urge to re-introduce that breakfast burrito to the world and all would be well.
“You know, this actually isn’t the most surprising thing I’ve ever had happen to me,” He said slowly, still rubbing at her bruised tailbone. “There was actually a biker I met who said he could fly. And he tried to…right off out of my car and into traffic. So…you’re a close second. Congrats.”
Okay, focus, Ilani. For a minute, she stood in the middle of the room and eyed him, going from delicious toe to delicious lips. He looked normal enough, other than the aforementioned ‘wolf spirit.’ Completely without any kind of yellow eyes, or…well, anything else that would mark him as a werewolf. She was doing her best to get rid of her horror movie bias, but it was just take some time.
Moving over to the coffee pot, she absently fiddled with the machine, smacking the side to get it to work. As the thing started to boil water, she took another step toward him, paused, ripped off the silver necklace that she’d gotten for her birthday and threw it over her shoulder before continuing over. Stopping a few feet next to him, she also turned to lean on the bar.
“Something you should know about me; I don’t do hysterics. I did try it once…but I only succeeded in annoying myself,” Gnawing on her lower lip, she turned to look at him. “So…you’re a werewolf, huh? I guess that’s better than your being married. Or gay.”
She reached a hand out and poked his chest, before resting her palm over his heart. Her nana always used to say that one could judge a man by the beat of his heart, and for a second, she stood still, ‘listening with her spirit.’ Strong and true were the vibes she was getting and with a semi-relieved sigh, she took dropped her hand and took a step back.
“I could see ghosts since I was about twelve,” She said, glancing around at said spirits, who wandered around trying their best not to listen in. Ha, yeah right, the eavesdroppers. “See, all of the women on my mother’s side were shamans and I guess I picked up on the game a bit late. Mama used to say it was ‘cause of my mixed blood. Cash, the one you saw hovering around me? He was the first. My ‘spirit guide.’” She paused, eyeing him and took a step closer. “By the way…can you really see them too?”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Jan 8, 2010 11:15:31 GMT -5
When I first saw you standing there You know it was a little hard not to stare
Giving Lani a moment to gather herself together, Derek turned towards the kitchen and leaned a hip on the island bar. His eyes were shadowed since the incoming sunlight was behind him but he was obviously watching every move she made. As she got to her feet with a grimace of pain, he frowned and rubbed his own shoulder where it had meet the wall in a fine "HOW DO YOU DO". However, knowing his woman would probably toss something at him for saying anything about her injury, the wolf kept his mouth shut. His woman? Holy hell in a handbasket! When the devil had he started thinking like THAT? Sure, in those heated moments of battle, the thought had crossed his mind but he'd thought it more of a casual bedmates kind of thing combine with the fact that he genuinely CARED about Lani. Now though, there was a resounding click in his soul that was scarily like a key being turned and a lock clicking into place. Instinct told him that he'd just crossed a major crossroads that he hadn't even been aware of standing on. Well, hell...Talk about waking up and smelling the roses. It was as if someone has dumped him in a pool of ice water so clear suddenly was his understanding. Looking back at Lani as she moved towards the coffee pot and then began to smack it a bit, the lean shifter couldn't supress the smile that quirked up the corners of his lips. She really was gorgeous when she got in a tiff and the gods knew he liked to ruffle her feathers a bit himself just to see that look. As she turned her fierce gaze at him, he was half tempted to raise his hands in surrender but mentally restrained himself because he never knew if she was going to kiss him or swat him in her unpredictable way of expressing herself. When she eased towards him, he stiffened just a bit because, after all, he wasn't a fool. He HAD just revealed a major secret about himself and he was still waiting to see how it all played out in her crazy little head. “Something you should know about me; I don’t do hysterics. I did try it once…but I only succeeded in annoying myself,” Gnawing on her lower lip, she turned to look at him. “So…you’re a werewolf, huh? I guess that’s better than your being married. Or gay.”[/center] [/color] Watching her for a moment, Derek contemplated his answer. He didn't want to overload her on information but there were things she needed to know now. "Actually, sweetheart...I'm not a were. Were's are changed humans who were bit by a rabid, foaming at the mouth mutant. Those sorts are not born with a wolf spirit but become one after either being attacked or asking to be bitten by an already changed werewolf." Crossing his arms over his chest, he continued. "I am what you call a shape-shifter. I was born with two spirits, you could say. Its heriditary and will pass on to my children. Even my mate if she so chooses. We learn at an early age to control when we shift and we don't absolutely HAVE to shift at the new moon. If you think about it... You will realize that every culture in the world has some sort of lore about people who can change shapes and turn into animals. I'm simply one of those people."Laying it out in as a matter of fact manner as he could, Derek watched her face. When she spoke again, it was of her own circumstances and he knew that she hadn't had an easy time of it either. It was always hard when you had to keep part of yourself locked inside for fear of being labeled as insane. As she asked if he could truly "see" the ghosts around them, he frowned and cast a quick glance towards the murky areas of the room. "Its not so much that I can see them, sweetheart. I can't make out true shapes or anything but I can sense them. As a shifter, my senses are a hell of a lot more advanced than a normal humans and I can tell there is something there. Add that to my native american roots... Well, there is a healthy dose of belief in the after world in my genes."Pulling her close, Derek wrapped his arms around her and eyed her ruefully. "It sounds like we both have a lot more to learn about each other. Your the first woman who's ever seen my secret first hand and I'd truly like to keep it that way. Most women would have made like daffy duck and left a whole in the wall running away. I"m sure as hell glad you didn't."Then, leaning down, he gave her a long kiss before drawing back. "Now... If your "Friends" are done visiting... Why don't we draw you a hot bath and you soak those bruises of yours. It will help with the pain and lessen your aches. Maybe I'll even wash your back." he drawled out with a wicked curve to his lips.
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Ilani Moonblood
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Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Jan 8, 2010 23:14:53 GMT -5
((Hey, just to let ya know, I’d written Ilani’s side of the posts in the bar instead of upstairs in the apartment. Sorry if I didn’t put enough description down. XDD ))
Well, that definitely perked her metaphorical ears up. Did he say ‘wolf spirit?’ And ‘Native American roots?’ Holy cow, he could see ghosts- blobby, but it was better than nothing- AND he was from the same kind of background as her? Something smelled like Fate, here, and she was sorely tempted to run.
Yeah, that was Ilani; she wasn’t about to do said Daffy Duck when she found out that he was a shifter, but was seriously considering hiding in the basement when Fate was brought up. No, she wasn’t afraid of the future! Or what all these warm fuzzy feelings were doing swarming around her belly! She was a live in the moment kind of gal, a free as the wind and never tied down sort of person…
Aw hell, who was she kidding? She was approaching the end of the ‘really like’ territory and headed into unknown country. The urge to cross herself was almost too much for her to handle.
“So you were born with two spirits? And you’re Native American? Man, Derek, if you’re expecting me to run away screaming now, you’re sadly mistaken.” She leaned into his arms when he spoke, his voice making her bones turn to shaking goo. Man, the guy was a walking orgasm. “Ooh, a shower sounds really good. And my bathtub’s nice and big, and I just bought this new foamy stuff that’s supposed to smell like lavender…WAIT. No, stop distracting me! You can’t just tell me all this stuff, then hope to get happy with the privates, buster.”
Not that her arms were listening to her, as they wound themselves around his neck. Or her breasts, who were becoming very happy with the heat pouring off of his body and taking away some of the chill from before. Damn traitors! After all she did for them!
And speaking of the chill…glancing over her shoulder for a minute, she couldn’t help but expect another bitch-slapping. Angry ghosts had no sense of time, and thus patience wasn’t a virtue. However, the only faces- sheepish, guilty and sad, serves them right- she could see were her Confederate friends and Cash, who was standing guard by the door. Alright, that was hopeful; the ghost probably needed some time to recharge. That meant that she probably had at least a day, before it showed up again.
Wonderful. Just enough time to get to know her lover- wow, that just sounded wrong- and maybe get in some nookie time before she forced herself to get friendly with the local PD.
Shaking her head, she snagged Derek’s hand and tugged him toward the stairs. “Hell with that; we can keep talking while I’m soaking. My butt hurts. Stupid ghost…but anyway. You have two spirits…I heard about that from my uncle. See, my Mama was Native American, Arapaho-Cherokee, and lived down on a reservation in Oklahoma for most of her life. My grandma was their Shaman, and my Uncle Two Trees…people used to say that he had the spirit of an eagle in him, which let him see what was happening outside the reservation.”
She tucked his hand into the small of her back absently as they entered the decorated confines of her apartment. After toeing a box full of receipts to the side of the hallway, she led him toward another short staircase that would bring them upstairs, where the master bedroom and bathroom were located. Given to bouts of self pampering, she’d splurged on a wide Jacuzzi last year and, with Mr. Sin trailing behind her, was really happy she did.
“So what you’re saying…man, I never knew that it was really true! Mama always said that Grandma could talk to spirits like I could, and that I was just the next in line for the position. But I always thought it was just my brain playing tricks on me…damn if Daddy didn’t make sure I thought it,” She released his hand once they reached the bathroom and knelt on the tiled step that led up to the tub, leaning over a bit to twist the jets on to full.
Turning, she plopped down onto the step and started to undress. Unlike most women, who blushed and stammered when getting naked in front of a man, the only thing going through her mind was ‘wow, maybe I’m not really a weirdo.’
Once she was down to her bra and underwear, she looked back up at Derek, leaning forward so she could rest her elbows on her knees. “So…okay, you’re a shifter with two spirits, like my uncle. What tribe were you from? Could you always shift? Could your parents do the same? God, come over here and tell me everything!”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Jan 13, 2010 9:46:07 GMT -5
(okies, my bad. Sorry about that!)
Wow, the woman really liked to talk when she got the crap freaked out of her, Derek thought to himself with a slight chuckle. As she lead the way to the bathroom talking a million miles per hour, the shifter didn't even try to get a word in edgewise. It wouldn't have done any good because as soon as she got one thing out, something else was on the way. Not that it bothered him since he wasn't the talking sort anyways but it was kind of endearing. Sooner or later, she'd rattle herself out and he would then get a chance to explain.
As it was, it was interesting to hear about her family and the fact that she wasn't as lost as most people would have been when faced with a 500 lbs wolf in their living room gave him hope that made this time around he wouldn't have to hide his true identity. Heaven knows he hadn't exactly PLANNED on doing the little Red Riding Hood reenactment today, naked as he was but sometimes his inner wolf took hold and there was nothing he could do to control it. The impulse to protect Lani had been to much and turned him into a snarling mass of male fury... literally! All in all, he had to say that listening to Lani talk was a hell of a lot better than diving out the window trying to escape a blast from that shotgun she had behind the bar! Somehow, flashing the neighbors didn't seem to be high on his "to do" list either.
Once they reached the bathroom, he watched as Lani turned on the huge spa type tub and released his hand. Rubbing his own shoulder where he's done the whole meet and greet thing with Mr. Brick wall, he winced at the pain. Ok, so maybe he was magical... That didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch when he got body slammed by a pissed of spirit. Talk about a blow to the ego. What kind of knight in shining armor was he when he couldn't take out a pathetic ghost?
Shaking his head, Derek turned his attention back to Lani. She had set down on the step and was in the process of disrobing and that immediately had him standing at attention. In more ways that one if the tent in his blanket was any indication. What kind of perverted male was he that he could be thinking about that at a time like this? Running a hand through his hair, the shifter tried to will his interest away and heard her talk again.
“So…okay, you’re a shifter with two spirits, like my uncle. What tribe were you from? Could you always shift? Could your parents do the same? God, come over here and tell me everything!”
Wondering if that was a wise move, the lean male moved forward until he could sit on the side of the tub and eyed her warily. He could already see bruising running up her back and it concerned him. However, keeping his mouth shut, he thought about her question.
"My people were of the Biloxi tribe who were here when the territory was first settled. Somewhere in the distant past, the blood intermingled with the spanish and french lines and the result is me. My parents considered us purely Cajun since our lines originated here and that is basically what I consider myself." he started off. "As for if I was born with the ability to shift.. I guess I was but I didn't shift for the first time until I was twelve. My father never hid the truth from me and did his best to prepare me for the change but.. The first time is always terrifying. Not all shifters live through it, actually. There are many things that can go wrong.... I was lucky and managed to make it through the process, my to the relief of my mother. I was their only child so it would have been life shattering if they had lost me."
With his thoughts turned inward, the shifter leaned forward to rest his arms on his legs.
"Since New Orleans is a city brimming with supernatural culture, it was always easy to blend in here. You'd be suprised by the whole other world that exists within the city alone. Although shape shifters are rare.... There are more of them here than most places. The problem is that most people lump weres and shifters in the same category... and shifters have been hunted for centuries for atrocities done by their distant relatives the weres. Shifters are born while Weres are made. Were's are not natural. They are infected by a virus and it makes them dangerous as well as lethal. The condition gets passed on by the infected one biting someone who isn't. A shifter can not change a person just by bitting them..... Well, with the soul exception of mates. A shifter can share his ability with his soul mate once they bond but that is a very rare thing and it actually changes the mates chemistry so that he or she becomes a shifter."
Rubbing his jaw, he sighed.
"Its confusing, i realize but there you have it."
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Ilani Moonblood
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Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Jan 15, 2010 23:44:34 GMT -5
Oh wow, talk about a standing ovation for her nosiness. As she waited for him to spill the beans, sincerely hoping that she wasn’t stepping over any lines that she’d yet to stumble on, she let her eyes travel over his body. A frown pulled at her lips as she spotted the faint bruising on his shoulder- man, she hoped she hadn’t done that- but whatever comment she was going to make as a result disappeared as her eyes lowered to his towel.
Well, hello to you too, Mr. Happy Friend! Before she could stop herself, she waved at the little tent, as if saying hello to some long lost friend. And hopefully not so lost, she couldn’t help but think with an evil snicker.
Jeeze, just trust her to think about sex after having her ass handed to her by an angry ten year old and finding out her boyfriend was a werewolf. Actually, no, scratch that; a SHIFTER.
Her attention thoroughly grabbed as he started speaking again, she leaned forward on one knee and watched him, eyes flickering to his face. When he sat down on the rim of the tub, she scooted sideways to give him more room…because damn, if there was one thing that the man had enough of, it was muscle.
Cue some very unladylike drooling here, as he marched that fine chest right up to her face. Oh, how she’d just love to lean forward and take one of those cute little ni—
Okay, focusing now. Squinting a bit as she mentally thwacked her libido into submission, she took in what he was saying. When he mentioned the first shift being frightening and how some don’t make it through, she couldn’t help but reach out a hand to curl her fingers around his arm. Man, to imagine a world without Mr. Sin, now there was a sad, lonely place. Which was quite the random thought, she couldn’t help but realize, as she’d never actually thought that way about someone in a while…
But back to his story. Absorbed in what he was saying, she couldn’t help but lean forward a bit more. After he was done speaking, she was silent, processing the information…and immediately thinking up new questions.
The poor guy. If he had any self preservation bones in his body, he’d high tail it out of there right now and claim that she’d hallucinated the past half hour.
“So…pretty much what I see on the TV is a were, then,” She said slowly, after a minute. Her hand was still on his arm as she turned around to fiddle with the Jacuzzi knobs, frowning down at the steaming water. “And the guy I met before…Caleb, he was a were. So you’re saying that shifters can control when they change because they’re born with it and were’s can, to an extent…and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re officially THE most fascinating person on the planet.”
Grinning as she turned back to him, she shook her head, a wry smile on her face. Gently, she ran the fingers of her free hand over the darkening bruise on his shoulder. “But you can heal quickly, right? That part of the movies are true. And you’re weakened by silver…that much I remember. Damn, hold on…”
With a mutter, she pushed herself up off of the tub stairs and trotted over to the sink to the side of the room. Taking out the pair of silver earrings fashioned in the design of a dream catcher, she held them in her hand for a minute, sighed, then tossed them in the trash on the way back.
“But wait, back up. Are you saying that shifters can share their power with people?” She asked, as if she hadn’t just thrown away half of last year’s paycheck. It was only a thing, after all…her favorite thing, but hell, the last thing she wanted was to kiss her lover and have him convulse on the floor as her earring brushed over his neck. Lifting a finger, she frowned at the ceiling. “Also, don’t take that the wrong way either. How does that happen? And, if you don’t mind me asking...how old are you? Because shifters have long life spans too, right?”
God, this was all so fascinating! Mind practically whirling with questions, she absently stripped off the rest of her clothes and stepped into the tub, sinking down into the foamy water with a sigh. “You can get in here and soak off that bruise now, Mr. Hero-Man,” She purred, shutting off the tap with a toe. “But…keep talking. You know, I think this’ the most we’ve said to each other since we met.”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Jan 17, 2010 16:26:28 GMT -5
Lani was a mix of everything that he hadn't known he needed or wanted in his life. After seeing hell first hand in the wars, he'd come back to New Orleans to lead a quiet, orderly life with none of the chaos that normally swirled around in the world. Sure, there had still been times were he'd moved in normal circles but the women in the past had all been aware that he wanted nothing but an uncomplicated relationship with no strings attached. Any waves or hints that she was wanting more would have had him heading for the door.
This woman, however, this woman made him realize just how much he'd been missing in his life. Her brand of craziness made him laugh and he suddenly was aware he couldn't remember when he'd done that last. Not only was she sexy as hell, she was interesting, funny and all together dangerous for his well kept sanity. Instead of scaring the hell out of him though, that thought made him want to smile.
Good Lord, how the sanctimonious had fallen. Hadn't he been the one giving Jordan hell about his being "whipped"? Maybe the dude had the right idea after all. Something about the thought of Lani waiting in his bed every night for the rest of their lives suddenly took on a whole new light. Hell, he was royally snared. She might as well bag and tag him at this rate cause he had a feeling that death would be the only thing that kept him from haunting her front door now.
Rubbing his face, Derek came back to the present and heard his woman talking. As she got up and turned away from him, the wolf thought about how to answer all her questions. There was so much to say and so much that was hard to explain that he remained silent for a moment. Vaguely, he saw her throw something away and he frowned. Making a mental note to check it out when he got a chance, the shifter watched as she came back and got in the tub.
"Yeah... basically what you see on TV are were's. Shifters learn to control the change and some have more unique abilities than others. Me, I can track anything, anywhere and can read magic traces that other supernatural leave behind. I also have the ability to move faster than normal humans and am stronger as well. Healing is quicker but I can still be hurt so I have to be cautious. The easiest way to kill one of my type is to behead us. Silver in huge quantities will kill us eventually but we can do a lot of damage in the mean time."
As she made herself more comfortable in the tub, he arched a brow and wondered how to explain this next answer.
"Shifters can only share their abilities with one person.... We can't just run out and bit someone and turn them into one of us. Only soul mates or true mates can be changed and only with complete knowledge and acceptance. Its just something that comes natural between mates."
Eyeing her thoughtfully, he stood up and dropped his shield before sliding into the tub with her. A soft groan escaped as the heat swirled around their bodies and then he pulled her in front of them so she could lean back in his arms.
"As far as how old I am... I'm actually a pup in my species. I've only pasted 36 seasons... We have an extended lifespan, its true... and once a wolf mates, its for life. Our mates share our lifespan and a few bond so deeply that if one dies.. the other passes too. Each bonding is unique though."
Letting her digest all that, the dark haired shifter closed his eyes and let the water take some of the sting from his bones. He knew she had to be hurting also so he allowed her time to relax and ease her muscles.
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Jan 20, 2010 16:51:43 GMT -5
And hell, it was a really good thing that the shifter’s current thoughts stayed in his head where they belonged. ‘Bagged and tagged?’ As if the crazy woman didn’t have enough insane ideas when it came to him! Leaning back against him, the warmth of the water easing the ache in her back and tailbone and the solid presence of another human- well, for the most part- being so close to her and NOT sending off warning bells? Man, this was unheard of!
Ever since she was a little girl, Ilani knew that she was meant to have a whirlwind of a life. She had no intention of ending up in a relationship like her parents’, being owned in any way by anyone and tended to have a very open mind when it came to getting close to anyone. She saw being with a man as purely having some fun; making it known that she was with another person because she wanted to, and once things got a bit dull, it was off.
She was completely content to move through life having fun; doing what she wanted, when she wanted to and damn the consequences. She didn’t believe in being in a relationship that lasted more than a few weeks, didn’t dragging the nearest able bodied sex-on-a-stick back to her place for one helluva good night, and, most importantly of all, ‘love’ just wasn’t in her vocabulary. According to the jaded city girl, love was just something that teenagers felt for hot movie stars. It wasn’t real, and it definitely didn’t stick around to help pay the rent.
…And yet, there she was, knowing that hell or high water, she was perfectly content to go through everyday hearing those panty melting growls that never failed to make her want to jump his bones. The thought did a lot to make her tummy flutter…and scare the ever living crap out of her.
Thank God that she was enjoying the bath, his nearness and having her insane curiosity get sated, or she’d be out of the bathroom so fast, the water would be frozen in midair.
“Aw, you’re a puppy,” With a grin, she tilted her head so she could look up at him, fingers absently tracing little circles on his arm. “And a really good looking one at that. Can I just say that Pomeranians have nothing on you? Hehehe…but seriously, you can do all of that? Holy cow, so you’re like…a supernatural bloodhound on steroids. How in all that’s holy did you come up with running a strip joint if you can do all that?” She winced and paused, sinking a bit in the water. “Oops, I mean, gentleman’s club. Sorry.”
When he went on to explain to her how he could be killed, she was genuinely touched. So sure, they did swap fluids on a normal basis and everything…but to tell a girl what his greatest weaknesses were? Definitely a sign of trust right there. As if to reward him, she leaned her head up again and smacked a kiss on the underside of his chin. “Well, there goes my silver jewelry. Nah well; guess I’ll have to satisfy myself with 24 karat gold.”
Falling silent again, she pondered the information that he relayed about ‘mates.’ “That is so romantic,” She said, leaning back into his chest with a happy sigh. Then, realizing what she’d just said, she rolled her eyes. “Great, I have a concussion. But how does this ‘link’ occur between them? Through their spirits? And please, just shove some bubbles in my face if I’m talking too much. I tend to do that, in case you haven’t noticed.”
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