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screaming in the dark, i howl when we're apart // drag my teeth across your chest

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[weaponizedfemm]

para || howl

[diirtypaw-blog-blog]

  "Yeah! Like the- you know, the movie with the kids and the baseball an- you know what, never mind. It’s mega not important right now. You can rent it at Blockbuster or somethin’. Is Blockbuster still a thing? I don’t think so, there’s that other thing." The rambling is a habit, the girl has a tendency to talk unless someone stops her, or if she realizes she’s doing it. Which she does now, with a wince and a mumbled apology.

"Of course you don’t believe me. It’d be really weird if you did." She smiles a little, repeats the given name to remember it. "My name is Roslyn. But the only one who ever calls me that is my brother, and usually only if he has a lecture prepared. So you can just call me Ros. And I don’t need a doctor. You fixed me up good- well! I’ll be fine." The hint goes by either unnoticed or unacknowledged.

The shifter heaves a sigh and pauses. “Listen I’ll show you just- please don’t freak out too much? Or shoot me!” For a moment she is still, before she sinks to the floor, hands land on the ground as paws, clothes turn to fur. A whine passes lupine lips and she presses herself down to the floor onto her belly, drags herself forward towards the other just a bit.

[weaponizedfemm]

For a moment she believes that she's gone mad. Her gun wavers in her hands but thankfully, doesn't drop. She rests her free hand on the table beside her, trying to reason with the situation. So... is she on hallucinogens? She doesn't feel symptomatic. "Christ," she whispers, not sure what to do. It doesn't make sense, it doesn't. But she sees the girl--dog--whatever lying on the ground in front of her and supposes she can't deny what presents itself right in front of her. In all her military training she's never encountered anything so horrifying. Perhaps it's because it goes against everything she's ever believed in. Or maybe it's the fact that there's a wolf in front of her, either way she's scared out of her wits but hell she won't let it show. 

"I----I----" the words can't come. Suddenly, she needs a drink. It's morning and she needs hard liquor already. This day is going to be long and tedious, she can feel it. She stumbles towards the cabinet to retrieve a nice large glass that she can fill with vodka and almost forgets her gun in her hand. Well, if the wolf-girl really wanted to attack her she supposes she would've done it by now so she takes the magazine out and stows the pieces in the pockets of her robe. 

Marlene wonders if she should pour a glass for the girl herself. Could wolf-people have alcohol? What would that do to her? She doesn't care one way or the other, all she really cares about is getting this girl out of her house so she can spend her day in peace. "Do you need something?" At this point she's desperate enough to offer the girl money and even weapons to get out of her life. "I mean, can I help you along your way?" 

[weaponizedfemm]

para || howl

[diirtypaw-blog-blog]

  A scowl cross her features, a picture of offense. “A dog? Ha!” She shakes her head, dark ringlets swishing with the movement. “Alright, so I’m small, but god, a dog? It’s called a wolf, lady.” She is so open with this information, gives it freely and without hesitation. There is no doubt that without the others assistance she’d still be lying on the road, dead or dying. This, of course, means there is a debt owed. And not repaying said debt would be criminal. Literally.

"Technically I didn’t come alone, no. Considering you carried me in here and all. Look, I get it’s hard to believe—" She doesn’t. Her mother slinks into a swan, her brother into a black bear. There has never been a time in her life when she wasn’t aware of what she was, of what others could be. She can sympathize but not empathize. "—but it’s the truth. I can prove it, though I’d rather not have to. Shifting interrupts the healing process. Your bones and muscles change and, well, yah know. Everything changes. It hurts."

She puts her hands down but leaves them loose at her sides. “I can explain it. you want an explanation. You have questions. I—  I have to answer them. Like, if I didn’t it would be bad news bears.”

[weaponizedfemm]

Shock courses through her. Her whole life had been a series of absolutes. Growing up there had been yet and no and black and white yet this--girl--comes in and tells her that she turns into a wolf? Even as a kid she didn't believe in fairy tales. She allows herself a moment--just a moment--to ponder her words. Her hair is the exact color of the dog's fur. The color of her eyes matches. Somehow, the girl does look wild (like it was inside her). Despite this, she cannot believe her. "I--I don't believe you."

Her parents are practical people, and they brought her up as such. Wolves are animals and--and there's no way a human could turn into one. It just wasn't logical in any sense. Plus, the military would know wouldn't they? And she has security clearance almost as high as the cabinet. It doesn't add up, it's positively bonkers. "You--bad news bears? What does that even mean?" She's confused. It feels as if the girl turned her life upside down. 

However, she does lower her gun. She doesn't tuck it away, not just yet. She certainly doesn't trust this person. "What's your name?" Should she tell her her name? Was it curious to do so to people who break into houses? "I'm Marlene. Do you need a doctor?" She's hinting at more than just the physical, she truly believes this girl is mad.

[weaponizedfemm]

para || howl

[diirtypaw-blog-blog]

  When Roslyn wakes it isn’t in her home. There’s a panic in her chest, the urge to shift before she reigns it in. The last thing she can remember is running, running on four legs fast and free and then headlights.  What wakes her is the scent of dog, the sound of a low rumble that only means growling. “Nice puppy?” She tries, a little shaky. The dog bounds off and she breathes a sigh of relief before she realizes it’s probably off to wake it’s owner. “Crud.”

She follows the dog, not even thinking about how her best option would probably to just leave before whoever is in the other room sees her. But she is holding onto the hope that she can just shift and the dog will understand. Probably giving the animal far too much credit but hey, wolves and dogs are basically the same right?

Hands raise up, slowly with palms open and facing the other. A nervous smile graces her lips, and she tilts her head to the side. “Aww, please don’t shoot me. It’d make last night kind of pointless, yah know? With the whole helping me thing. Or at least I think that was you? I don’t remember much.” her shoulders lift and drop in a sort of shrug, it feels awkward with her hands still up and all. “What I want? T wanted to… well, see there’s a… whole… thing, and well. Thanks.”

[weaponizedfemm]

A shiver runs through her. This is not right, something is off. Where is the damn dog? "Biscuit, sit." She lowers her gun only slightly, her shoulders still tight and ready to spring up if need be. There's something familiar about the girl, perhaps it's her eyes. "I didn't help you." Her anxiety increases with every beat of her heart. The dog should be here. She shouldn't be able to get in. The pros of living on a military base is just that, people don't get in. "I don't understand how you can even be here." She murmurs. 

"I didn't help anyone. Last night I picked a dog off the side of the road. It was injured and I... I cleaned the wounds." God, she was worried now. When you worked high up in the military, there was always a threat of security. Enemy countries wanting to know information about weapons, people thinking you have information you don't, all of that was a risk she took. "Who are you? I want the truth this time. What have you come for?" 

Granted, if she was a spy she was a poor one. Definitely untrained. Marlene moves towards her, trying to figure out just what about her was so damn familiar. Was it the eyes? Perhaps so. She looks scared, it reminds her of the time she spent in the orphanages. All of the children looked afraid even when they had nothing to be afraid of. Sometimes being alone was just enough. "Did you come alone?"

[weaponizedfemm]

para || howl

It’s early morning when she wakes. At first she isn’t sure what did it, and then she remembers. The dog, the night before, everything comes flooding back to her and she realizes that she forgot to put water out for it. Well, if she wasn’t the world’s worst dog owner before, she is now. Apparently she hadn’t slept well last night, her sheets were in a tangle around her and for a moment she contemplated not getting up and facing what was like to be another long day (as if yesterday wasn’t enough—work had been entirely too stressful and she did not want to go back to another mess).

  She stops for a minute at the window and watches the first rays of sunlight peek through her slightly fogged window. There was a beauty about that, something so serene and inviting, she couldn’t help but sigh out loud. Her peace is startled by a loud snarl. “Biscuit?” She walks toward the sound, her hands reaching towards the gun on her dresser. Biscuit was better trained than to growl at nothing—there had to be something wrong. “Biscuit, to me!” Her overlarge husky bounds towards her, teeth bared. “What is it?”

Suddenly, someone is standing in front of her. “Stop! Don’t move!” She remembers the other dog, the one she picked up last night and panics. How does she warn it? She doesn’t even know its name? “Fuck,” she murmurs. “What d’you want?” 

[weaponizedfemm]

BASICS

Full Name: Marlene Lillian Vance Nickname(s): Marles/Mar Age: 28 Date of Birth:  Zodiac Sign:  Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia Ethnicity: Russian Nationality: (formerly) Russian (currently she considers herself American) Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Romantic Orientation: Biromantic Religion: Unsure (raised Catholic)  Occupation: Weapons developer for the US Government Language(s) Spoken: Russian, Arabic, English Accent: Slightly Russian. She wasn't adopted until she was 12 years old--she grew up in Russian orphanages 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Jenna Louise Coleman Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Height: 5'1 Weight: 110 lbs Build: Slender, athletic  Tattoos: None so far Piercings: Lobes, rook, industrial Distinguishing Characteristics: Dimples, a chipped tooth from a fight when she was 15, three scars on her back from a bicycle accident 

PERSONALITY

Label: The Analyst Positive Traits: Giving, intelligent, warm (once you know her), positive, sensitive  Negative Traits: Overly-cautious, aggressive, assertive, bossy, strict  Goals/Desires: To do well in her career, to have someone who loves her in her life Fears: Closed spaces, rejection/being alone Hobbies: Knitting, drawing (though she's not good at it), playing the piano Quirks:  Likes: Music, talking, drawing, watching television, the beach, traveling  Dislikes: People, small spaces, being alone, having to explain herself, not doing well in her job

FAMILY

Father: Adopted-- Marc Vance (A politician) Mother: Adopted-- Sloan Kepler Vance (A military official) Sibling(s): None Pet(s): A dog named Biscuit  Financial Status: Wealthy/ upper middle class

TESTS

Myers-Briggs: ESTJ Enneagram: Type 6 Temperament: Choleric  Hogwarts House: Slytherin