The Devil Created Me

Rowan Harrison, 27/Werewolf. "You'll never know 'bout me, for I'm not one to talk."

[thewerewolfcop]

@dianaknight

 “Ana? Mind if I come in?” She asks at the woman’s door. Fuck she hoped it was her door, she kind of let herself in. Probably shouldn’t have done that.

[thewerewolfcop]

charminglysinful:

“Have we met before? Interesting - I don’t remember you. You’d think I would after a show like that. And I would, in fact I could, but it wouldn’t do you any favors. I’d only come back to light up your life once again.”

“You met me when I was drownin’ in paperwork, stud. No entertainment there, so I can see the problem.” She says, before kicking the guy again as he groans.”Now I ain’t askin’ you to do me any favors, eh?” She asks with a soft chuckle.”It’s cute that you think you can light up my life.”

[thewerewolfcop]

jxmieknight:

          “Yes, allow, because I’m the one that covered for you when someone asked what the hell was going on. You don’t scare me, Rowan. Save your anger for someone else.”

  “I didn’t fuckin’ ask you to do that, so no. You didn’t fuckin’ allow me to do fuckin’ jack shit.” She growls out, before taking a step toward him, brown hue turning to yellow.”Not tryin’ to fuckin’ scare you. Go the fuck away, or I’m goin’ to kick you in the fuckin’ head.”

[thewerewolfcop]

aurorablcke:

          “Not —- judging, just worried for how he’ll feel when he wakes up.”

  “He’s goin’ to ‘ave one hell of a headache that’s for sure. Anyway, what’s up with you?”

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owenxhurst:

          “I don’t give a damn if they think they’re king a’the world, Rowan.” Owen never became angered easily; his temper near nonexistent despite all that he went through throughout his life. But now, at the thought of Rowan being killed or gravely hurt by anybody cause a slow burn to catch in his chest. “Y’wanna say their dangerous? I was in the army ten years; EOD specialist. Dealt with defusin’ bombs in the middle of situations that could kill me in a millisecond. If y’think I’m scared of a few scumbags thinkin’ it’s okay to mess with ya just ‘cause y’locked ‘em up for shit they deserved — then they’ve certainly got another thing comin’.” As the male set her down, he bent at the knees to be at her level, giving off a somber grin. “—’Course I wouldn’t let y’die. What kind of question is tha’ anyway? Can’t die on me yet when we ain’t even had a first date or whatever the hell we’re supposed to do.” He tried to joke about it, but his worry for her own wounds got the best of him. “I think it’s clear we ain’t runnin’ off to a hospital anytime soon,” he expelled a heavy breath, wondering if he could even be up to the task of removing a festered bullet from her. “Tell me what y’want me to do.” Hesitation crept into his voice as if any chance of him hurting her would send him into a flurry of unwanted emotions. “Then you gave ‘im what they deserved. I’m not lettin’ ‘em think they can run y’down and try and ruin your life.” He muttered, hand coming down to let fingers pull gently through her hair; a movement that Owen didn’t even entirely realize.

A soft groan left her lips, eyes closing as she listens to him, his voice the only thing keeping her conscious right now.”Now who needs to ‘ave their anger checked out?” She asks, a small smile playing on her face, before brown hue looks into his blue ones, listening to him. She couldn’t believe he was in the army, though it kind of made sense, and a bloody hand went to his cheek, her hue soft on him.”Then we will make a great team to take ‘em down. Just don’t get yourself fuckin’ killed, Hurst.” She honestly couldn’t handle someone she cared about dying on her again, especially him.”We’re s’pose to ‘ave that date, it’s a date. You’re s’pose to surprise me with a date, Owen.” She tells him, before she’s looking at her stomach, a deep breath leaving her lips.”I want you to get some alcohol, eh? Do you ‘ave any tweezers or pliers? ‘Cause you might ‘ave to di’ ‘round in there, see if you can get it outta me.” She says, eyes looking at him softly. Feeling his hand in her hair, made her eyes close, a soft and shaky breath leaving her lips.”I’m glad you think that way, ‘cause I think I just brought a whole lot of trouble ‘ere.” She says, before she’s leaning in to kiss his lips gently.”Take care of me, and I’ll come back after passin’ out.”

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owenxhurst:

         “That’s your damn problem,” the phoenix muttered playfully, “Y’never just take a leap of faith. Always thinkin’ that if somethin’ come easy by y’that it ain’t good.” Truthfully, they hardly knew much about each other. Within their pasts and more important; what their thoughts held for the future. Though Owen could easily affirm that this was where he wanted to be and was glad for such security for once. He never bothered to get close to many; he had lived a life of solidarity, always choosing to be by himself. Moments with Rowan were not plagued by thoughts of near death or what carnage Red Creek could bestow on them next. From the dream world that confirmed to Owen that this town was on then ear brink of insanity, to being compelled by an original vampire and now to the death of a harmless little girl; none of bothered him much anymore when in her presence. Maybe it was just for the sake that she made him laugh and was good among many things though he liked not to overthink it much; at least, not as much as Rowan seemed to want to do. Owen had always been plagued by the thought of dying alone; with nobody to care. And even though Red Creek was constantly in the balance between life and death; he had found a home here. As crazy and screwed up as it could constantly be; he had found memories and friendship in many throughout his year in Red Creek. A year that seemed to last a lifetime. For even through the compelling by Lyra Carmikael and finding out about the supernatural; the male was at least comforted in the fact that he could no longer be naive to the evils that haunted this town. And now, he could further attempt to protect those he cared about; starting with Rowan. “I’d say yer pretty damn short if y’ask me,” Owen gave a wild grin, “Presents? Y’say that as if I’d know what you’d like.” Brows rose to show how he wasn’t even close to being serious in this entire conversation; except for the part where they could hint at a chance with each other. “I ain’t even gonna comment on that one.” Shaking his head with that ever present grin, Owen snorted, “Ain’t I supposed t’be the one going all out of wack and protectin’ y’over things like that. Gotta work on you’re anger management, short stuff. Might have been hot just that one time, but we ain’t gonna know unless y’plan on pullin’ the gun on me again. Might just have to try it without the gun as the instigator.” 

“I’ve never had anythin’ easy givin’ to me, Owen. Everythin’ has been hard, painful. Nothin’ has been easy. Except this. So I’m waitin’ for that other shoe to drop.” She didn’t mean to make the mood somber but she wouldn’t keep things from Owen. Rowan was a very blunt and honest person, they didn’t like her bluntness, but with Owen, it was very polite. It wasn’t like Rowan, but then again, he wasn’t like anyone she had met either. He gave her a chance at a life she didn’t think she deserved or wanted or was going to get one. But he was here, holding her, looking at her like he was, and Rowan, didn’t want to let that go. She shakes at his words, her head resting against his chest, a deep breath leaving her lips.”You love how short I am, asshole. I’m fun size.” She mumbles, before kissing at his neck softly.”A gun would be nice. Preferably one that has my name on it.” She tells him with a soft chuckle,before she’s nodding her head, biting at his pulse point.”mm, you’re right. You go and save me from weirdos, and I’ll give you the best time of your life.” She says, before she’s pulling back to look at him in the eye.”I do not need anger fuckin’ management. People ‘ere just need to stop bein’ so fuckin’ annoyin’. Not you though, you’re just fun to play with.” She tells him, before hands go under his short to feel his abs.”Are we goin’ to keep talkin’? ‘Cause I kind of want to ride you, stud.”

[thewerewolfcop]

axjohnson:

               “Then allow me to be a child in peace.”

“But where is the fun in that, Anastasia?”

[thewerewolfcop]

christopher-talbot:

     Christopher eyed the wound momentarily before his gaze returned to met hers. “— Who did this to you, Rowan?”

Rowan pulls her top down, before shrugging her shoulders.”I don’t know. Could be anybody, eh?”

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jakobharrison:

“And there she is… It’s the las’ piece of shit family I was lookin’ for. How goes the perfect fairytale endin’, Row? Didja miss me?” @thewerewolfcop

 “Excuse you? Do you really fuckin’ care, Jak? Or you just ‘ere lookin’ for more shit to score with? Or better yet, do you need me to bust your ass out of trouble again?” Oh yeah, she was so not in the mood for this right now.”How goes your life, eh? Still escapin’ the law?”

[thewerewolfcop]

brookexmarshall:

       Brooke looked to the other brunette, a small forced smile gracing her lips as she offered a curt nod in thanks. “I know.” She mused lightly, gaze returning to the bodies before them as the other made comment to those than lingered like a flock of crows. “What I need is to find the people or person behind this — to show them what real pain feels like. And then and only then will we call it good.” She added, tone low as if to escape the ears of others around. “The highway security footage, the cameras along here are few and far between but if we’re luck enough we might be able to see something.. I know it’s not much but it’s a start and that’s all we have. This place is too far gone with contamination to be of any use to us now.”

She nods her head at her words, understanding where she is coming from.”Then we won’t sleep until we find these fuckers and put ‘em in their own fuckin’ body bags.” She says, eyes flashing to yellow, before she calms herself down. She didn’t want Brooke going through this, this wasn’t something she’d wish upon anyone. She looks around them making sure no one was fucking listening to them at all, otherwise she’d punch the fuckers in the face.”It’s enough, Brooke. It’s a fuckin’ start. I know, these fuckin’ idiots don’t know what the fuck they’re doin’. Fuckin’ assholes. Could of been footprints ‘round ‘ere but now its got all their fuckin’ footprints. I’ll go watch the footage, you just stay ‘ere, and if anyone bothers you, i’ll deal with them.”

[thewerewolfcop]

axjohnson:

      “Find someone else to pick on, Rowan.”

“I asked a fuckin’ question and you think I’m pickin’ on you? Such a fuckin’ child you are.”

[thewerewolfcop]

quentindrake:

“I know who you are, Rowan. I’m a scientist who works for this department and this is my analysis. It’s not meant to be desk work for you.”

“Do I look like a cop that does desk work? People ‘ave been fuckin’ killed, Quentin. So is that crap you’re workin’ on any help to us or not?”

[thewerewolfcop]

finleyxdcrius:

        “Ah, well– seems you’ve got it under control here, Ro”

  “Always got shit under control, eh? How you doin’, little dove?”

[thewerewolfcop]

sebastian-talbot:

“I was not. I would hope you had a reason for beating the poor guy in the face, Rowan. Please, enlighten me while I help him up.”

   “I ‘ave an amazin’ reason. He was ugly. Do that, and I’m just goin’ to kick him down again. Maybe this time I’ll use a lot more strength than I just did. Don’t tempt me, Talbot.”

[thewerewolfcop]

edwardknxght:

             “—- What are you doing?”

“Takin’ out the trash. What are you doin’?”

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baby-teague:

“I mean I was just gonna hit him but yeah that works too.”

“He would of hit you back, this way he can’t touch you.”

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allisxngilbert:

‘’You mean knock him out?? of course not!! hes drunk, he probably didn’t even know what he was saying. We should call someone.’’

“Why are we goin’ to call someone, exactly?”