ooc:
Dean thinks Sam’s the one with the demon fetish.
Adam’s the one with the Antichrist.
The things they don’t know make so many of the things they say friggin’ hilarious.
Itsk. Dean has an angel fetish. I mean…
XD
Pretty sure Adam’s already had angels in him, he’s done with that. I mean, what.
ooc: Oh gosh, the tags conversation just got me thinking.
Dean/Jo/Adam
I wouldn’t mind reading that in a fic. But oh my gosh, I blame this RP.
Then again, I blame this RP for Adam/Jesse and Ben/Jo so I guess that’s ok too.
…..and now I want someone to write that.
…..I’m thinking about it, really. And it’d be these versions of them three too, because I just love love love Jo and Adam’s dynamic here XD
Ruby had managed to pick up when he was close by, oddly enough. It was that feeling of being watched, or having your movements recorded by a being you know has to be there. There had been loud noises here and there, the ground vibrating under her feet from his running, but she hadn’t been scared. On the contrary, Ruby had been enjoying the chase as much as he had, which surprised her a bit when she was caught. The demon looked up at the wolf with an eager smile, panting just a bit as he growled over her. She laughed at him, his annoyance at her weakness not overcoming the entertainment she had provided. As he pushed off her, Ruby rolled to all fours and then rose up fluidly, shaking her hair free of the leaves from the ground.
“Well, that was just the first round and stuff. Warm-up, if you will. And I don’t like child sacrifices for that exact reason. Last time I did it, was my little sister and there’s not one readily available at the moment. But…whatever you want, Wolfman.” The blonde shrugged at him, a coy smile on her face before she bent over and removed her sneakers and socks. “Last time I ran like that,” She said as she worked on her feet, “was as a human, doing my ‘witchy thang.’ I think I know what kind of sacrifice I might need to give for those herbs and well….I’m not balking, angel,” She added, raising her arms above her head in a stretch before giving him a thumbs up and then disappearing.
In truth, all that Ruby had said was honest. Running through the woods like she had been, with a purpose, albeit a silly one as entertaining a fallen angel, had given her a reason to remember how much fun it’d been back then. Sure, Tammi was a bitch and there were better things to be during the 14th century than be a witch but those moments in the forest, running with her sisters and mother, the brewing, they’d all made it worth her death. Granted, she’d cursed the village and they were the first one to be affected by the Great Famine of 1315, but she’d liked being a human witch and going through the motions. One of those motions was, of course, running naked in the forest.
Which was why she appeared the same distance away from him as she had the first time, close enough to smell quickly but not to catch, and quickly took off her jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor before running away, disappearing after a few dozen feet and then running someplace else. She was making a game of the game, taking off her clothes every few disappearances until she was running nude amongst the trees. The branches scratched at her meatsuit’s sensitive skin, tiny pinpricks of blood over her arms and legs, probably just as easy to smell as her natural demon scent but after a while, she jumped into the river that he had mentioned, loud enough for him to hear the splash if he was close by.
She swam down to the bottom, not that hard for a relatively shallow river, and grabbed the ground, grabbing handfuls and rubbing the gravelly soil over her bare pale skin. She twisted and turned in the water, almost dancing as she moved from the dirt to the clumps of seaweed. A few more moments were spent swimming downstream and then she disappeared from the river, popping up a few dozen yards to the east. The blonde ran a hand through her wet hair, combing through it as she walked carefully, dripping water over the forest ground. She walked for as long as she felt that the water masked her before running again, knowing that a lot more time had passed this time around. She wanted to get to these herbs though and the farther she ran, the longer really, the more chance she had on finding them herself. Though, she wouldn’t mind giving up the sacrifice, just like she’d said earlier.
Prowling around her in a slow circle, body low to the ground, icy blue eyes watched her movements, ears flicking as he listened, though he did not respond, merely watched. When she disappeared, blinking away, he slipped up to her shoes and socks sniffing at them before shifting to take them in his hand, a quick surge of power shifting him back to his apartment where he calmly through the shoes down before slipping back to the forest, walking off to find her trail. A few minutes of searching had him finding the pile of denim and sniffing at it, head tilted slightly. Tease. Reaching out, he grabbed the jeans, flicking back to his apartment to toss them in the growing pile before reappearing in the forest. Trotting along the scent trail, pace slow and easy, his long limbs ate up the distance even as he followed the scent, sniffing occasionally at the ground. The sudden cut off of the trail had him searching again in slowly widening circles before he found it again, following it quickly.
The continued breaks in the scent trail had him scrabbling for time, his pace slowly increasing as he sought to make up time that was wasted in having to find the broken trail. Each garment he found was sniffed thoroughly before being picked up and placed with the growing pile of clothing in his apartment’s floor before he went back to the forest to continue his hunt. He was focused, body moving perfectly, like a machine. At least until he caught scent of the first drops of blood. A slow shiver went through his frame, hair standing up along his spine, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. The wolf within him stepped forward, and a howl ripped out of his throat before he began to truly hunt, running through the forest, following the tiny smears of blood and the heavy scent of demon. The water stopped him. A low snarl slipped from him as he paced up and down the river, nose to the ground, searching for the scent of demon before ranging farther out, growling in quiet frustration. After far too long of a search, ranging up and down the river, he teleported to the other side and repeated the process, growling as more time passed and he became more frustrated.
Oh, she was a challenging one, almost tempting him into using other senses that would make it far easier to locate her. But no, he would stay with the simple sense provided by this form. Just because he had fallen didn’t mean he didn’t have some sense of honor and fair play, and the reward when he finally stumbled onto her scent after searching for it was far sweeter. Howling in success, he took off after her, strides eating up the distance as he ran, nose to the ground as he continued to search. Run, little demon. I’m coming for you.
The howl was too close for comfort. Ruby knew that her playtime was going to be over soon even if she tried to outrun him. But she tried anyway. She teleported every few yards, going in the same direction but still hoping to give him pause, to give herself those few extra seconds. But she was excited too, eager for the chase to end and move on and she knew that she had to smell like it. She looked behind her, bracing her hand on a tree before disappearing again. She could feel him closer now than before. ‘Fuck,’ she thought, ‘wrong direction this time, Ruby.’ She backpedalled and ran, knowing that it was close to the end.
He was running full out now, body low to the ground, growling quietly. The sudden short breaks in scent had him sniffing carefully as he ran, head lowering slightly to better sniff the ground as he ran. Close, close, close, close, close. The scent was strong now, undiluted by water, and fresh. Oh, he was close. Close enough that the sudden patter of running feet has his ears swiveling and head turning to find the source of the sound. A flash of flesh visible through the trees spurned him on to greater speeds, trees flashing by in his peripheral vision. He let ou a triumphant howl as he closed, and when finally close enough, leaped through the air at her.
He didn’t bother with tripping her this time, instead almost tackling her, curling powerful arms around her body, and twisting to take her down in a roll, letting his own, larger body take the brunt of the fall. That didn’t stop him from immediately rolling her under him, pinning her on her stomach, a low growl rumbling in his chest before his jaws snapped forward, taking her neck between sharp teeth. Clawed hands sank into the ground by her shoulders, clawing slightly at the dirt. The wolf in him was demanding submission, and who was he to say no?
Not even bothering to take her neck out of his mouth, he pressed into her mind, still growling. Submit. Yield. The thoughts were easy to pass along as he pressed her down into the ground, feeling how easy it would be to break the small body beneath him. How easy it would be to snap the neck. It was tempting too. She still smelt of blood, and while the hunt had been satisfying, there was always more to be gained. His growl grew louder, his jaws tightening slightly on her neck, and his claws sank into the ground at the tempting thoughts, but he didn’t act on the yet. There would be time to feast later. No matter how tempting the demon was, she would hardly be a satisfying meal, no matter how good the idea seemed.
Ruby felt him around her, practically every where with his overwhelming presence. She didn’t balk from it though. She knew this round had been good and he wouldn’t kill her. That’d be a waste of a good chase if that incredible howl could be taken as a good sign. He blindsided her, engulfing her in fur and muscle and him as he tackled her and put them into a roll. She grunted, despite the padding, and soon found herself on her stomach, the grass scratching at her breasts and hips as he took her neck in his teeth.
It was exciting, exhilarating even, having her life in his hand and just feeling confident enough that he wouldn’t snap it. Her meatsuit’s heart pumped wildly, unable to deny that part of the body’s autonomous actions. And then the growling turned into something more, something far more intimate than she expected. The commands to submit and yield were planted in her mind and she reacted as any normal demon would. Resisting. She didn’t budge of course, the teeth on her neck had already tightened and she could see his claws digging into the ground. Violent wolf, really.
She licks her lips before bowing her head a bit more, exposing the rest of her neck as best she could while parting her legs, raising her hips as she tried to push against him. “S’all yours, Wolfman,” Ruby teased, her voice hoarse yet soft in volume. He’d hear her and he’d do what he wanted, what she obviously wanted. She was already wet at the thought of it.
