Post by Sophia Cromer on Sept 21, 2018 16:16:55 GMT
TAGS WORD COUNT WHATEVER
After the trip to the hospital, things settled down and Sophia was home again to heal. Once again the idea of spending her time watching Netflix and healing wasn't something that amused her. Only good thing for her was that Lulu and Johnny got back together so lulu was more worried about her own wedding. Rather than living vicariously through buster's and Sophia which took the pressure off. Still sitting at home alone most days drove her crazy and most nights she went to bed alone because buster would be out doing club related bullshit til late.
Then he would slink into bed and it would finally give her give bit of happiness until the next morning when he was gone. Tonight was the rare occasion and he was home to just relax and watch tv until the both retired to the bed. Though sleep didn't come til later after some extensive cardio workouts. Turns out that tonight was going to be a the start of a whole new set of challenges. A new triggered ability in Sophia power decided to rear its head. The body of the long legged woman transformed into something combined of wolf and human.
Within minutes the creature saw itself in the mirror then looked back at the sleeping man in the bed. this being didn't recognize buster or anything about Sophia life and she darted into the dark living room. Her mind was on one goal which was to steal something out of this place before leaving. It was the beginning of a long string of kleptomania from this unknown knew creature. She wasn't exactly quite about it as she loudly rummaged through drawers and cabinets. Knocking things to the floor as she went and not caring about the slumbering man in the next room.
Furry fingers reached into the pouch on her side to pull out a cherry lollipop. This would become the signature of this wolf like creature. The golden eyes that were the only thing shared between her and sophia looked to see an old tape deck Walkman and headphones. Right then and there she knew thats what she wanted to steal as she reached for them. though when she heard movement her nose went to the air and sniffed before she hid in the darkness. Drawing a revolver from a holster on her other hip she watched the man moving through the dark.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Sept 21, 2018 16:20:27 GMT
GREASED LIGHTNING
Buster woke to the sound of movement. It didn't surprise him. Sophia was kind of a night owl. Restless in the patterns that she slept. He wondered if it had anything to do with the amount of time that dogs actually slept. There was so much about her ability he didn't fully understand or grasp, but he wasn't going to be the one to ask her. No, that wasn't considered cool to geek out over powers. Though to be honest he was boundlessly curious.
The truth was, there was still things he was discovering about his own abilities. Like when he realized he could push his hand through a wall by vibrating his hand really really fast... His molecules broke down and deconstructed, moved like a wave instead of a solid and could phase easily through things for a short time. He about shit his pants the first time he moved through a wall.
Buster was tired as fuck. Starting a reputation for the club in the new territory wasn't as easy as simply finding the biggest baddest criminal in town and laying their ass out. Reputation was built by word of mouth. People had to heard about your crew and the things they had done. For Buster that meant a whole lot of fucking leg work. He joined the fools when they already had the rep. Now he had to help them build it from scratch.
Firebombing a nightclub, getting in touch with all sorts of connections that could supply them with drugs and guns and high end expensive stolen shit.... It was fucking exhausting. Three months of hard work and late nights and it was starting to pay off. Buster missed that feeling of respect he got when he walked in a room and his jacket silenced all the bullshit all around him all on it's own. The name was enough to give him that ego stroke. Fool's Dice was coming into it's own in New York and most of the smart ones fell in line.
There was one crime family that was still a thorn in their side. Jack Lupino and the Lupino crime family. Officially, if you asked anyone they would tell you the mafia didn't exist. It existed, people just didn't like to talk about it. That was the thing, pussy ass mobsters liked to hide their reputation. That was something he could never quite understand. For Buster there was no better feeling than being feared and respected. Well, almost no better feeling. He had gotten used to the feeling of having a warm body in his bed at night.
Something he never thought he would cop to. Buster was a serial one night stander, and here he was.... Engaged, doing right by that girl. Buster ran his groggy hand across the warm sheets, that were empty. The emptiness was enough to cause his eyes to shoot open. Sophia wasn't here. He leaned up and groaned. The clock on the desk flashed 2:32 am. It was only a few hours after he rolled in here at midnight. Buster's head was throbbing a bit. The alcohol soaked into his bloodstream and was enough to give him what he could only assume was a hangover.
Buster's metabolism was fast enough that things like alcohol didn't really phase him. Though since yesterday he had ran to the point of exhaustion his body was taking it's sweet ass time to restabilize. His super healing wasn't exactly super fast, his aches and pains were just that.... Achy and painful. William encouraged him into enough liquor to kill a moose. Gunshots hurt less than this hangover.
Buster moved from the bed and stumbled around in the dark. He knew Sophia was just as proud, just as stubborn as him. The idea of laying there helpless had really pissed her off and she was probably trying to push her limits going for a walk against doctor's orders or some shit. "Fucking christ." Buster grumbled as he pulled a shirt over his head and a pair of jeans. He didn't bother with the lights. The lights would have pierced his fucking brain like a railway spike. He justed wanted a cold beer from the fridge. To place against the skin of his forehead.
Buster walked right past the creature in the dark. He didn't notice. Buster wasn't the most observant of guys. Particularly in this state. He walked past Sophi....Or whatever it was in the dark and moved into the kitchen; unaware that he was being followed. He opened the fridge door and light spilled into the kitchen. Light danced across the kitchen counter and across the face of the vivacious creature. Buster caught glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. "What the fuck!?!?" He shouted. His beer flew from his hand and broke the window. Buster damn near had a heart attack.
Post by Sophia Cromer on Sept 24, 2018 16:02:08 GMT
TAGS WORD COUNT WHATEVER
The point when powers seemed to evolve was always something new and spectacular. If it didn't hit you at the most unexpected of times then that would've been amazing. This being that now stood was in a completely unknown apartment and she was curious about the sights and smells. This place smell similar to her but it was slightly different pheromone wise. The long more defined canine nostrils sniffed the air as this dark figure moved. Guy smelled like he took a bath in alcohol after a orgy with a bottle of jack. and Just the scent alone was almost enough to make her wasted on contact.
Her movements behind him were slow and quietly stalking. When the man stopped at the fridge she stopped in her tracks and her head tilted a bit like a curious dog. Slowly she place the pistol in her furry palms back into a holster. Now instead her fingers played with the stick of the lollipop in her mouth. When the light hit her form she watched as he about jumped out of his skin and the window broke. The beer can subsequently almost hitting someone in the alley. You could hear the drunken slurs of a man angrily yelling.
"Ya missed him, Gonna have to deduct 50 points from that throw." The voice came from the canines lips in a spunky melodic tone. There was a bit of a smirk on her lips as she pointed at him with her lollipop. The golden amber eyes that she and Sophia share glowed brightly as she stepped closer. The guy in front of her looked like he had seen a ghost or something and she was super curious about his malfunction. As the guy backed up into the now closed fridge her muzzle sniffed towards him until she was inches from his face.
Around her neck there was a velvet choker collar around her neck with a few dangling heart pendants. The center one had the name Luna inscribed on it like some sort of fancy dog ID tag. "Kinda cute for a twitchy little stick ya know?" Luna spoke as she finally backed away and headed towards the broken window. Sliding the frame open she sniffed the outside air and looked back at Buster. "Well its been fun Slim. I gotta get outta this lame dump of a house. Later!" With a half salute she was out the window and jumped over the rail of the fire escape. It was a high fall for a human but her complex body structure absorbed the impact.
Her eyes darted back up the building to the apartment she just left and the man who was hanging his head out the window. Soon she darted off to find something fun to do and maybe a new lair to inhabit. Her speed was enhanced and she was several blocked away in no time. Some old abandoned house that she slipped into a crack in a boarded window. Setting down the Walkman she had stolen the creature explored what would be her new home of sorts.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Sept 24, 2018 17:19:23 GMT
GREASED LIGHTNING
Buster could do nothing besides stare blankly at the creature as it came forward to sniff. He wasn't exactly frozen in fear, but he was beyond confused. His dull, glassy eyes watched her carefully with distrust. Yes, he could tell it was a her by the busty ample chest. It didn't take him very long to notice that and god help him his eyes lingered a bit in his shock. Buster was a man of needs and a creature of habit. The female form was just fucking beautiful, with it's endless windy curves and soft centers. This one just happened to be covered in fur.
While it was true, Buster would never actually cheat on Sophia, he did allow his eyes to wander from place to place. He was a man after all. He wasn't fucking dead and he had a libido the size of fucking Georgia. Buster swallowed hard and pressed his back against the fridge. He wasn't entirely sure this wasn't some weird ass kinky dream. Something hypnotic and comforting resided in her amber eyes. Something safe and familiar made him understand almost instantly that dream or no this thing wasn't going to attack him.
When it talked Buster almost let out a surprised laugh. He hadn't expected it though she spoke with a sultry seductive tone that was almost as tempting as the fur covered curves. Why his eyes were noticing the shapely tone of her fur covered body he couldn't tell you. Buster barely noticed the guy yelling down below. He could give a shit less as he stood awakrdly in this bizare confrontation. Quietly he wondered where Sophia was.... Then after a moment it hit him. The big fluffy wagging tail, the familiar gaze and the eyes that he had come to love.... This was Sophia.... He didn't know how or why, but he was damn sure of it.
Buster watched as she made her exit. Out the window and down the fucking fire escape. There was snow on the railings and ice cycles hung just over the edge. Buster didn't like speeding down the fire escape. He didn't like speeding anywhere with a slick slippery surface. But she was quick. Quicker than he would have expected. "Hey wait!" He tried to call after her. Buster ran to the window in time to see her hit the ground with grace and poise and speed off down the street. He had to keep up with her. Buster, who was standing barefoot in a pair of jeans with holes at the knees and an old white t-shirt; took off after her.
He blinked and phased in and out of his speed. His body flickering and pulsing with the blur of his quickness, though he couldn't put much on it. Buster was still recovering himself from where he gassed himself out the night before. If he tapped the bottom of the well and expended all of his speed then it was a slow pain in the ass process for his body to recover. It was hard to manage, but this wasn't the first time he had burned out. Buster hit the snow at the bottom of the fire escape and landed on one knee. He didn't jump over the rail like the Sophia creature, he ran down the fire escape in a short burst.
"Don't over do it Benny boy." He reassured himself. Buster looked up in time to see a fluffy tail darting around the corner. Buster tried to run at a normal human pace. It was harder than he realized. Actually willing his body, his molecules to slow to that pedestrian level was a real bitch and a half. At first he flew shockingly fast into a pile of garbage pails; loosing his balance and crashing in a pile of wet nasty, freezing cold garbage. A bananna peel sat on his head and he had a dirty diaper on his shoulder. Fresh pail green runny shit stained his white sure and the Henderson's left over Mongolian beef stained his cheek with Teriyaki sauce.
Buster pushed his way to his feet and gave it another go. With some effort he was able to run slow. He felt like the fat kid that got on the tred mill just for the participation trophy. Going this slow was god damned embarrassing. It was beneath him. Buster sighed and followed, frozen and cold and smelling vaugely like shit and bad chinese food. He followed.
He followed her right to an abandoned house that was farther away that he expected. It looked kind of creepy. It looked like the kind of place 'Old Man Jenkins' would curse those medlin kids for fucking up his scary ghost plans. "Who's fucking house is this? Count Dracula's?" Buster complained as he snuck up to the back door and peered into the window. He was still being careful not to be seen. He wasn't even sure what he was doing, but he didn't want her to know he was following her until he knew more about what the fuck was going on.
It was a creepy old shack of a house and it had the stench of previous squatters. Though the canine like creature didn't mind all the new and interesting smells around. That was the thing about her senses that just made everything more interesting. in the state this home was in, she knew no one should come looking for a klepto wolf creature here. Then again that though process stopped when she got a whiff of something. It wreaked of garbage, shit and the man from earlier. After her nose sniffed towards the air she darted out the back door and went to go find more things to steal.
An hour later she came back and dumped a bag of assorted items on the table in her hideout. Though she did stop for a moment when she noticed the walk man was gone and before she turned around there was a clink of metal. The collar of a necklace on her neck had a leash clipped to it and her amber gaze moved to see slim. The guy made some snide comment about there being a leash law and she wasn't impressed. A quick moment and she had drawn her pistol and place it under the mans chin.
"If you wanted to get controlling then maybe you should've bought me dinner cutie." Jerking the leash from his hands she kept the gun aimed as she stepped closer. He was backing up with his hands up a bit and soon he was forced to sit on the couch. "Good idea sit boy." There was a cheeky grin on her mug as she moved to straddle his lap. The gun was back in its holster and fuzzy fingers moved down his chest. Each finger tip with a slight pointed claw popped the buttons loose on his shirt.
"Tell me you want me and maybe you'll get your wish." A devilish smirk was on her lips before those same lips moved over the flesh of his neck. Soon her fingers where under the shirt and jacket and pushing them over his shoulders. Obviously this guy had some interest in her if he had taken the trouble to come to her home. Maybe he had some big bad wolf fetish but either way she would have fun watching him squirm if not.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Oct 19, 2018 1:08:41 GMT
GREASED LIGHTNING
Buster wasn't shy about having curious fingers roaming his body. This was the first time they had ever been furry. There were conventions for these kinds of people. Furry conventions about people who's fetish was to dress up in fuzzy animal costumes and hump. buster had never honestly tried it. He was into some pretty kinky shit, but he had never really considered that his bag.
Still he couldn't help but buckle a little under the knowledge that this was Sophia. He was damn sure about it. Those eyes. They were unmistakable. Buster breathed out a shakey breath as his eyes met with the wolf creature. He had come to terms with Sophia's abilities and he was more that used to the dog smell that stung his nostrils. He didn't even notice it anymore. His fingers moved through coarse wirey hair.
Swept up in this new mystery the side of his jaw clicked as his mouth moved mechanically on it's hinge. Buster stared at her with unblinking broken eyes. Eyes that just seemed to see right through you and right at you and make you feel cold. Static friction in his cells jumped and moved. Sparks blazed off the ends of his fingertips. Little lightning sparks bursting off the ends of his grasp. Chain lighting, blue in color and causing static cling in Sophia's wirey hair. Her hair seemed to stick to the palms of his hands at it rode up her back. Buster didn't blink. Didn't move.
He stared at her as the burst of lightning from his speed disappeared. His heart was pounding, racing in fact that's what caused the speed lightning in his fingertips, but it went away suddenly. Buster didn't notice. He was preoccupied elsewhere in his mind, but his speed was gone. Like that, the flutter of his heart that sped like a hummingbird's wings now beat at the pace of a human man's heart. Buster didn't notice the twing in his leg.
His racing hair and brain being flooded with endorphines all but ignored the dart that got shot into his leg. It was a little dart. Easily over looked and it was gone when Buster kicked off his pants. The dart came from an open window. From Dylan Walker. He had been tracking down Sophia with the intentions of telling her about her sisters, but couldn't resist the urge to try out his newest concoction when he met that pissant little speedster. "Welcome to the human race asshole. This race runs alot slower than you're used too.
Welcome to your own personal hell mate." Dylan said from just outside the window. Dylan's particular shade of cologn might've been noticed if it wasn't for the overpowering smells coming off Buster and his garbage. Dylan smirked in the shadows just outside an open window peeking in at the scene unfolding. A good P.i. knows when to keep his eyes open, but he also knows when to look away. He had tracked them down to here. This shack in the middle of east bumfuck, but he was also famished.
Maybe I'll have a bite and come back when he's done giving Fifi her bone. He thought. With a shrug. Inside Buster had unclipped her top and revealed her chest to him. He looked down at it. A curl of wet hair hanging just over his eyes. The overhead light in the room swinging from the force of his speed moments before he lost it. The swinging light sent shadows dancing across the walls and with ever swing it cast his face in shadow, only to reveal it again to show a smirk. "Sit girl." He said forcefully grabbing her hips and settling her down firmer onto his lap. Good girl. He thought. With a shrug of his own he closed his eyes and brought her to his mouth.
