My Blood Sings With Your Voice

Intuitions || Baby & Deanna

“I need to get out of here,” Baby muttered to herself, though she might as well have been talking to the dog because he spoke up with an almost agreeing bark. His tail wagged and thumped against her calf with a steady beat. Being in one place for too long was nearly driving her insane. Baby was used to seeing a different state almost every day. And, now? She’d been cooped up in the same house for just about five days besides trips to the park or a store downtown. Still, though, it was driving her nuts. “I need a friggin’ vacation, Hogarth,” she sighed, picking the dog up and plopping him in her lap. “Let’s go to the beach. We’ve never been there before,” Baby cooed to the happy pup, already beginning to pack up her things. This brash behavior had to have something to do with the antsy way she had been feeling lately, like there was something more she was supposed to be doing. But… What?

Three hours and a hijacked car later, Baby was sitting pretty in some old motel only a block away from the nearest beach with a sinking feeling in her stomach that there just wasn’t something right about this town.

#Intuitions #rp #babymetallicar67

Blood everywhere. Dripping all over the walls, splattered across the furniture, a freshly killed body at her feet. And none of this had been Deanna's doing. Normally, she would have never bothered with a ruguru in the neighborhood but she had received a call from an old acquaintance asking for assistance. His neighbor was behaving oddly, he had said. The wife was complaining about sudden aggression, verbal and physical, and he wanted to help get out of her husband's suddenly clawed clutches. So away from Sioux Falls Deanna had gone, close to Watertown than her new home, but it was better to handle things outside of your jurisdiction if you wanted to avoid getting seen by your friendly neighborhood hunters. And bosses.

"Mr. Jameson, you have made quite a mess for yourself," She murmured, squatting down to peer at the warm corpse. Not his wife, of course, but the maid. Middle-aged, auburn hair, shocked gray eyes. And most of her meaty torso eaten. She had gotten there just a couple of hours too late and now the man was probably half-way through his transformation. Deanna pursed her rouged lips together before sighing and standing up again, licking her hand clean of the blood they'd picked up. She was so glad she'd decided to wear black. Reaching into her pocket, the werewolf pulled out her phone and called her friend.

"Daniel, it's Deanna. He had already killed and eaten someone, there is no hope for your friend." A particular chuck of muscle clung to her boot as she picked it off easily as she walked away from the body, chewing on it casually as she looked around to make sure she hadn't left anything. The redhead wasn't worried about fingerprints but a wallet or even as strand of hair would be problematic. "No, it is not avoidable, dear. He has eaten his maid. How's the wife?" The answer made her frown and tut, and she couldn't have been gladder to exit the home. "I suggest you put her up in my motel so he doesn't think you are a threat to his child. What do you mean, how did I know? Danny, please, rugurus mature when they've fathered a child, it's how they know they can chance getting caught since there will be one of them to pass along the gene." She left the front door open as it had been, quickly making her way across the front yard to her friend's house, clicking on him as she knocked on the door. Daniel, sweet, old Daniel, gave her one of the dirtiest looks he could muster as he answered the door.

"She doesn't want this baby, Deanna."

"Well I am sorry but whether she wants the baby or not is irrelevant." The redhead glanced inside, motioning for the wife - an adorable little blonde, go figure - to follow her. "Most supernatural creatures to not take kindly to getting tossed aside. If she tries to get rid of it, he might just come right back along and re-inseminate her forcefully so she is better off having him and hoping he becomes a priest. Come, sweetheart, we need to keep you away from men for now." Alicia gave Deanna a teary doleful look but obliged, thankfully, and Deanna gave the seventy-five year old man a parting kiss and hug. "Do invite me up another time for something other than work, yes?"

"Of course. We'll dance to Sinatra like old times."

"Wonderful." Another kiss for her old friend and then she carted Alicia Jameson into her car. The werewolf didn't particularly like the situation, especially having to go against one of her own. Ruguru were more shapeshifter than wolf, more like her Alpha's siblings than their own species, but they were still shifters and that meant something to her. Loners or not, wolves were typically loyal to their own if they were brought into it properly. Alicia was a wreck beside her though and trying to get her out of her car and into the motel room was proving difficult.

"Alicia, please. We must get you inside. You're with child."

"No! I don't want it! Get this-this monster out of me! Please!" The begging was loud and tearful, heartrending any other time if Deanna wasn't aggravated already with having lost the husband. The werewolf resisted the urge to smack the woman and continued to try to coax her inside, hoping to keep it low since they were not parked directly in front of Deanna's room and the room they were in front of had its lights on. "He's going to eat me alive, isn't he?!"

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“Right. I’ll keep that in mind. Now if you could do a little scootsky, I’m kinda busy,” Nat motioned with her hand for Deanna to move, slightly annoyed that the woman was in her way. What if she missed something important?

#natchertovpetrova #rp #one way or another #it's short but deanna got mad and walked off >.>

Deanna blinked down at the younger woman before pressing her lips together and pulling away from the window. Busy? Busy being obvious and spying on something in the area? If Deanna were the type to swear avidly, now would be a time. Sucking in her teeth briefly, Deanna fought with the proper response to the young woman. She should leave her alone. She should just walk away and tell Jo later.

But this bitch had been rude.

"Another tip, sweetheart," Deanna murmured as she leaned back down in the window, eyes narrowed. "Make sure when you move into an area that you're not muscling in on another person's territory." If they flashed yellow, it was gone as quickly as she was making her way back down the street. Oh, she'd let Jo know. And she'd get her hands on this little brat. Forget playing. If she ever showed up at the reserve, Deanna would know and Deanna would definitely be up for a run.

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All the tequila in Tijuana || Deanna & Delaney

Delaney tucked her phone into the pocket of her jeans, grateful for the chance to get out and see her friend. Zay wasn’t a huge fan of her relationship with the werewolf, but she wasn’t a huge fan of him right now and didn’t care. She loved him, it was true, but lately all they’d done was fight and watching him with Juliette…well, it was just too much. She needed to get out, needed to relax. She considered leaving him a note, but decided against it. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even realize she’d left and if he did, if he cared, he could call. She wasn’t holding her breath for that to happen.

“Fuck him,” she muttered, tugging a jacket over her shoulders. It’s not like she needed it to ward off the cold, but it looked good with her outfit and lord knew Deanna would be dressed to the nines even though they were just planning on staying in and binging on ice cream and tequila.

Tequila. The bottle Annie had probably wouldn’t be enough to get both of them as drunk as Delaney wanted to get; she’d have to stop and get more on the way. She tucked her hair behind her ears, the usually vibrant streak of color today was as black as her mood. Gathering her energy, she transported herself to the nearest liquor store, stashing several bottles of tequila in her bag before disappearing again, only to reappear on Deanna’s lawn.

She could have just shown up on the couch, which was her original plan, but suddenly found herself needing a second to compose her thoughts. It felt weak and human to be engaging in a binge session with her best friend because her sort-of-but-not-really boyfriend had a new hussie to occupy his time. “Fuck it,” she muttered again, adjusting the bag on her shoulder and striding up the front steps.

“Annie! Your hair is fine, now get your ass down here,” she called, flopping onto the couch in the living room with a grin. Who cares if this was mostly human behavior, it’s what she needed right now and if anyone judged her for it, she’d just kill them.

#all the tequila in tijuana #rp #demondelaney

Deanna looked down at her phone for a few moments, lips quirked down into a frown. Delanny's situation had always bothered the werewolf, even if she was in what others would perceive to be a similar relationship. She was not monogamous, she was not tied down by a man who was chain-happy, but she was utterly devoted to someone all the same. Deanna knew how it was to feel completely in awe of someone and to put them on a pedestal, to have that person become the only one you cared about more than yourself. To have that person's attention elsewhere, to have them gone for days at a time was one of the most horrible feelings in the world.

At least Laney knew where his attentions were.

She shook her head hard before getting up from her couch and heading to her bedroom. The demon could just show up anytime but honestly, this was almost like a game for them. Near-immortality did that to a pair of girls. Deanna knew they had enough liquor and snacks in her place but she was sure her best friend would probably head off and grab some extra stuff for this as well. In coloquial terms, they were on the path to getting seriously fucked up tonight. The werewolf grabbed her towel and headed for the bathroom, her mind already sorting through what clothes she could wear.

The water provided a nice reprieve from the silence in her home, almost thunderous as it beat down on her head. No closer now than before to finding her Alpha. Being all alone on this hunt was proving more a strain than considered. She was one of the youngest purebloods around, having been turned within the last century. It was a problem. While the others, the oldest ones were scrambling to appear normal and keep the other supernaturals from finding out just how lost they were without their Alpha, she was the one with her adult pants on and trying to find him. How was a pack without its leader? Cubs without their parent were dead, were left floundering in ways that were unfixable.

It hurt.

Deanna washed her hair and finished her shower before stepping out, grabbing the towel absently and simply wrapping it around her hair to walk to her room. The water on her body did nothing to chill her but in that moment, she would've liked it, just to feel a little bit more human for a small sliver of time without drugs or alcohol. She did have some old stuff that they probably could use, actually, but she was sure tonight wasn't that kind of night. The werewolf closed her underwear drawer, ignoring the other goodies inside, and went to her walk-in. It was a night in but well, she felt like looking pretty even if it was just that.

Times with Delaney in a mood usually ended them up in South America for some reason or another.

The dress she decided on was simple, burgundy but soft and tight against her skin and comfortable for long-wear just in case they did end up in Brazil again for some reason or another. "Two seconds, Laney!" She yelled down once her demon called out to her. It was a good thing these buildings were the way they were or else she'd actually have neighbors to complain about her behavior. The redhead looked at her hair for a moment, glad it'd dried significantly enough as it was and decided to just put anti-frizz in it. Lipgloss, any other make-up for her surprisingly pale face and then her dress. Only a few seconds after Delaney's arrival, nothing too drastically slow.

"Here I am." She walked over quickly on bare feet, barely making a sound as she hopped up and flopped gracelessly on the couch besides Delaney, arms around her friend's neck. "I smell gifts in your bag, dear. I would have liked a fresh rabbit, though," Deanna joked before shifting, bringing her legs under her and leaning her elbow against the back of the couch. "What are we up to for tonight then, lovely?"

Wife Brunch | Baby & Deanna

“He gets so excited when you come here,” Baby laughed as she watched the puppy wiggle around excitedly in Deanna’s arms. “I’ll be right back, promise,” she insisted, shuffling over to the other and kissing her cheek in return before she wandered off down the hall. “Good to see you, De! You look great!” Baby called over her shoulder with a giggle.

She walked into her room, letting the robe drop before she scrambled around for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She slipped them on and pulled her hair out of a bun as she walked down the hall.

“Okay, I”m good. Ready to go,” Baby smiled as she padded back out to the living room with a muffled yawn.

#Wife Brunch #rp #babymetallicar67

Deanna let out a good natured laugh, nodding as Hogarth licked at her chin. "Mmm, yes. I do believe it's because I understand him. Or possibly smell like his mother, either is a possibility," Deanna explained, leaning her cheek towards Baby to accept the kiss. The other woman smelled a bit different than usual; the house did, really. Testosterone was heavy in the air, familiar in the way that it smelled like a man who'd been at the bar at least a couple of the nights Deanna had worked lately. Another female had been there as well though, one much more interesting to Deanna's senses.

Another wolf.

"Oh sweetheart, thank you! I just picked this up the other day!" With Baby away and down the hall, Deanna peered down at the puppy and gave a curious growl. "Someone like me, pup?" She asked, a throaty almost-purr rumbling in her chest as she pet him. Hogarth whined a bit, giving Deanna the idea that no, the other bitch wasn't up to her level and that was something she could work with. Wolves in the area without her knowing? Obviously not back-up to find their wayward alpha then. How much Baby knew about this other woman though, was not Deanna's place, even if the faint receding smell of sex did make her feel a bit jealous. It most certainly has been quite a while, after all, and tonight's moon would make things worse.

"Someone's looking a bit sexy today," Deanna said as Baby walked back in, giving her a grin before licking Hogarth on the nose and cooing at him for a few seconds. Even just a quick visit to her fellow canine had proven to let her know that exciting things had happened on Baby's end. Fascinating. "I do need to spend more time with him, he's itching for a good run," She said brightly before letting the puppy jump out of her arms to the floor. "Now, I know I said brunch but I am craving some good sausage. How does the iHop a couple of blocks down sound, babe?" The redhead asked, resettling her bag on her shoulder before heading for the door, hand on the knob as she looked at Baby for confirmation. Perhaps she was being a bit forceful but, well, typical wolf behavior. Really.

On The Hunt | Becky & Deanna

“Yeah. Loads of questions,” Becky said, eyeing the other woman. She was confused as to why Deanna would show up naked like that. And she was beginning to wonder at the womans behavior. Sure she was flattered at the flirting and attention but it did get to a certain point.

#on the hunt #rp #heavyburdenheart

"Walk it is, then," Deanna said, making the decision for them. She swung the duffle over her shoulder and motioned for Becky to follow before leading the way down the alley, her bare feet silent on the hard black concrete. The wolf reached behind her hair, scooping up her hair into a high ponytail and tying it as she walked, glad that she at least remembered to put a rubber band around her wrist before shifting tonight. Typically, hair ties broke but rubber bands were strong enough to resist the stretch around her powerful forelegs and snap. After turning the corner, Deanna looked over to Becky, questions ready to pour out.

"How familiar are you with Jo and Adam's line of work, Becky?" She asked, tone nonchalant as she sashayed besides the young mother. "Not the bar work, the other," Deanna added for clarification while giving Becky a meaningful look. Not time for jokes suddenly, no playfulness from the always playful werewolf. Talking about Hunting was no silly matter, though.

Wife Brunch | Baby & Deanna

Baby sat up from where she was laying around in bed as she heard the dog yipping away at the front door. “Hogarth… Hogarth, shut up!” she whined, shaking her head and rubbing at her eyes. “Hogarth, come on, what is up with you?” He never acted like this unless….

“Shit, shitshit,” Baby mumbled, rolling out of bed hurriedly and grabbing the nearest robe before nearly smacking into the door. “De, hey,” she smiled a bit. “I, uh.. Over slept,” she explained sheepishly. “D’you mind waiting while I put clothes on?”

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Deanna giggled to herself as she heard Baby's yelling from inside. Of course she'd been asleep. It was either bright and perky in the morning or passed out until noon. Deanna knew those days quite well. The wolf listened to the rushed sounds of Baby's movement inside, laughing as she heard a loud thump against the front door and Baby opened it.

"Hello, dear," She giggled in greeting before nodding. "I see that, Baby. No worries, really. Take your time." Deanna stepped inside, giving Baby a kiss hello on the cheek before stooping down to greet Hogarth, letting out a high yip in greeting before picking the puppy up and cuddling him in her arms. "Go get ready, I shall enjoy spending time with pup in the meantime, Baby," the redhead instructed, giving the taller woman a smile and a jerk of her head in the direction of the stairs.

On The Hunt | Becky & Deanna

Becky set her bag on the ground and opened it to rummage around. She had set her boxing gloves on the cement to dig out her shorts and a shirt. Quickly she stuffed the glove back inside and zipped the bag shut. Without picking it up she crossed over, keeping her eyes on Deanna’s face, to hold the clothes out.

“I hope they fit. And yeah, I go to the gym most days,” Becky nodded, looking away until Deanna dressed herself.

#on the hunt #rp #heavyburdenheart

Deanna lifted her toes a bit, digging the heel of her left foot into the concrete as she eyed her toenails. She was going to have to redo them after tonight, the running having chipped the delicate French manicure. The werewolf looked at her fingertips next, lips pursed as she ran options in her mind while Becky retrieved her clothing. The redhead was going to have to stop doing this to the human, honestly, as fun as it was to play. She genuinely liked Becky and this type of harassment would earn her a terrible scowl from her Alpha. And well, she wouldn't wish it on her sisters either so there was that.

The wolf accepted the clothing with little fuss and slipped into them easily, wiggling in the shirt since it stretched a bit but the shorts fit well enough, Deanna's pale legs contrasting nicely against the black. The werewolf tapped Becky on the arm when she was dressed, picking up the duffle from the floor and holding it out to her. "They fit just fine dear, thank you." It occurred to her then that nudity was a natural habit, that this was the second time someone had provided her with clothing after a shift. Deanna found herself as much eagerly to give chase to something else as to curl with and settle with Becky for the night, even just sleeping on her couch for the semblance of pack. Conflicting emotions were absolutely ridiculous.

"Are you headed home now then? Could I perhaps walk you? Maybe answer questions?" The offer to talk was... unexpected, honestly. Deanna never revealed herself to humans as much as she could help it but that guilt was quite pressing on her heart and she wanted to rectify things with the brunette while it was potentially salvageable "I'm sure you have questions as for why a little thing such as myself is running around in the nude."

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Well, I’ve never been one to say no to free coffee…

It helps a little, yeah. I think I’ll stick with my motel shower for now, though. I’m Claire, and I’ve never even been to New York.

Splendid. Lovely to meet you, Miss Claire. And you really should try to go there once before the club scene is too young for you. You'd be a hit.

There's a little coffee shop around the way if you don't mind walking with me there? Wonderful cupcakes.

#forgottenvessel

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That sounds like heaven, but I think I’m going to have to turn the offer down. No offense, but I don’t really know you and I don’t really make a habit out of showering in stranger’s houses. Thanks for the offer, though.

#Wife Brunch #rp #babymetallicar67 #saltstarter

Pity. If I offered to buy you coffee, would you turn me down for that too? If it helps, my name's Deanna Montgomery, I'm from New York and yes, I am a natural redhead.

#forgottenvessel

Wife Brunch | Baby & Deanna

Days of being alone were taking their toll on the werewolf. Full moon tonight and no pack, again, as per usual. A complete downer to what usually proved to be ecstatic Flower Moons in fields and plains across the country. Take Woodstock with all the flower-adorned hippies, combine that with the timing of the full moon and amazing music of the Isle of Wight Festival that year, and that was typically how Budding Moon was spent. The apple orchards in New York never stood a chance against the werewolves of the state but instead, Deanna was here.

She did have people though, even if they were day lovers instead of moon dancers.

"Baby, darling! I've come for you!" She yelled out once she was outside the former car's residence. She could smell and hear Hogarth inside, the fluffy ball of excitement feeling very content and well taken cared of, something which Deanna had never doubted. Baby, despite her young appearance, was an old soul and a good mother, better than Deanna ever could have been had she stayed human. The werewolf leaned against the door frame, smiling softly at the puppy's loud welcoming barks from inside. If Baby had been a cat person, she did not know how this friendship could've gone.

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What is it with motel showers only having two temperatures? Either I can burn my skin off or become a human popsicle. Is it really too much to ask for a moderately warm shower?

#forgottenvessel #[Forgive Deanna for just hitting on her so blatantly]#[apparently she likes blondes?]

Oh darling, motels are never the way to go. If you'd like, I have some better places to recommend. Like my place. Amazing water pressure.

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[Text] I think that sounds like a great plan. Not much to catch up on my side, but it’d be great to see you.