Church Bells (Thea)

[DEVLIN]

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SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS

WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT

RUNNING FROM THE DAY

He needed a break.

It was getting to be too much. The business, his father, his mother…he was beginning to lose his mind. His parents were on him to make deals and do some other stupid shit when all he wanted to do was run his company, bang some girls and just have fun while pretending to be a mortal. He’d made enough deals in the last few months, with customers coming in and giving anything to have a piece of his expensive collections.

All in all, business had been good.

And now, he was having his own break. The sun hadn’t even touched the sky when he rose out of his lonely bed and pulled on running shorts and shoes and headed out into town. His muscled body and toned legs carried him through town and past the appreciative eyes of the female jogging population before he turned off the road and headed into the woods that surrounded the Academy. A guarded location, one that intrigued him…one that also stank of angels.

The thought made his lips curve in a sneer as he wove and dipped and jogged through the trees. The quiet of nature spoke to the demon inside, spoke to the fire burning in his soul to do bad deeds and evil things. Balance of chaos versus order, right? He neared a small stream and stopped to stretch, only to stop as he sees a small spotted cat come out to drink as well. Normally he would just sit and admire, but something about the cat hinted at human intelligence.

“Out for the scenery too, hmm?” he asked conversationally.

THEA GILBERTS

[THEA GILBERTS]

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Tonight had been one of those nights that never ends. Not that a a job ever really ended for an informer. She was always on the job...always listening, always watching. Most people who called themselves informers were creatures of the shadows, silently sneaking through life, uncovering secrets in their own silent ways. While sneaking was one of the many talents the blonde bombshell had, she often preferred much more sneaky ways of collecting information. It always amazed the young woman how loose tongues got when liqueur was involved...especially when it came to young men. Then again, Thea was a master as seduction and knew exactly which buttons to press.

Tonight however, was one of the rare nights that the blonde kept a low profile, setting herself in for corner of a town cafe, pretending to be absorbed in a book while her superhuman ears listened to the muted conversations of academy students. Through their excitement of seeing their friends again and their anticipation of the impending school year, they were loose cannons, openly spilling their secrets to friendly faces...it was an information gold mine. And so, the blonde, with her hair neatly bound up in a bun and clad in a plane looking pair of jeans and t-shirt, sat for hours and hours just listening to the information being thrown before her.

After the cafe closed down, Thea knew that this night was going to be a sleepless one, so rather than even trying to force sleep, she started heading towards the forest. The sun wouldn't be up for a few hours still, and her cat paws were aching to run.

In the blink of an eye a blue eyed spotted wildcat ran into the trees, the soft ground feeling wonderful as the cat ran deeper into the woods, freedom taking over her mind. All her life, her cat form was an escape. An escape from unruly foster siblings, an escape from cruel foster parents...a way for her to run away. While she was done running, the cat in her still loved to run, and while in her car form, her mind was always clearer. She didn't need to worry about being found out, she didn't need to worry about completing her mission...all she needed to worry about was there to run next.

A snap in the twigs followed by a rustle of leave caused the cat to look up from the drink she was taking from a fresh water stream. However, she wasn't expecting to see possibly one of the most hansom guys she had ever seen, and considering the company Thea had the ability of keeping, that was saying something. The way he smelled wasn't human...although it wasn't like anything Thea had encountered before. And the way he was looking at her let her know that he knew she wasn't just a cat. “Out for the scenery too, hmm?” He said, his voice smooth as silk.

The girl inside the cat would have been smiling. Well this morning just got a whole not more fun she thought as she shifted into her human form, carefully not allowing any of her more explicit parts to be seen thanks on large part to her long blonde curls. Maybe...how about you? Do you like what you see? She teased, still hunched over in a very cat-like position as she dared look him in his dark eyes.

Well...That's just Thea being Thea.

[DEVLIN]

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SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS

WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT

RUNNING FROM THE DAY

It took but a few minutes for the cat to shift into human form, but Dev was not expecting the exceptionally sexy blonde crouched before him. Her bright blue eyes remind him of the section of sky that met the ocean, that beautiful darker blue before it met the blue-grey of the ocean waves. Her golden hair fell in waves around her body like rays of spun sunshine, glistening as if the dew of early dawn had washed her hair.

What the hell? He wasn’t a poet.

“Of course I do, sugar,” he said as he leaned against the tree and smirked at her. “It’s not every day a man goes jogging in the woods to up his cardio and finds a tall drink of water out here to quench his thirst.” He waved his fingers to make a black silk shirt appear, long enough to cover her as it floated to rest on the rock before her should she want to cover her delectable little body up. He pushed off the tree and walked forward a few steps, his dark eyes still watching her.

“So what brings you out into the woods alone?” He asked as he approached her, still maintaining a respectable distance should she attack. He knew shifters, had made a deal with a few of them in the past and he knew how clever and shifty they could be, no pun intended. “All alone…and naked…and just oh so delightful to look at and desire?” he murmured as he stopped before her, waiting for her to stand so he could see the full length of her delightful body.

By all the demons of Lucifer, he loved blondes.

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[THEA GILBERTS]

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While her mortal eyes weren't as advanced as her cat eyes, they had a tendency to notice more features about humans that the cat in her cares little about. In her human form, she noticed just how hansom this guy was. Rugged yet sophisticated...musky yet classy...angelic yet devilish. His strange scent made her curious...but there was something about him that had Thea strangely attracted to him. Being a shifter that she was, Thea kept clothes stashed all around her favorite spots and this forest was no different. In fact, she choose this specific stream to drink from for a reason. However, in this particular instance, she thought things would be more fun if she played the poor kitten caught by one very dark eyed person.

Of course I do, sugar, i t’s not every day a man goes jogging in the woods to up his cardio and finds a tall drink of water out here to quench his thirst he said with a smirk. Man, if she was some pretty little school girl, she would have been swooning. However, she had run across a smooth talking pretty face before, and this time would be no different. That didn't mean that she wasn't going to allow herself to have a little fun first. She was just about tease the unsuspecting sole when he waved his hand, making what looked to be a silk shirt appear out of thin air. The blonde had seen a lot of gifts work...it was her job. However, she had never seen a gift work in the effortless way that his just had never seen a gift work like that, and it only made her curiosity grow.

Thea took note of how carefully he was inching his way closer to her, his dark eye not taking his eyes away. So what brings you out into the woods alone? All alone…and naked…and just oh so delightful to look at and desire? he added in his silky voice before stoping before her. Raising her eyebrow, she looked him up and down with her blue eyes. Maybe I prefer to do things alone sometimes...naked she teased, biting her lip slightly before creatively slinking her body in such a way that she was able to grab the shirt and duck behind a tree without revealing too much of herself. She was back in a moment, this time seductively leaning herself up to a tree closest to this dark eyes stranger. She fashioned herself in such a way that they were oh so close to touching, but not quite there yet. Oh, and by the way, next time i'd prefer red. she said, her eyes gesturing down the length of her body to the shirt she now wore as a dress.

Sorry...not my bet work by any means. It was a long day today...but I wanted to get something up.

[DEVLIN]

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SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS

WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT

RUNNING FROM THE DAY

She was still watching him like the cautious cat she was, while he drank in the few curvy lines of her body that he could see beyond the shining mass of her hair. He’d seen the way the curiosity spiked in her eyes as she shirt manifested itself in front of her, and in a slinky mood that followed her words, she grabbed the shirt and moved behind a tree to change. He took another step closer before she reappeared.

Oh, she definitely looked good in his shirt. The shirttails skirted over her pert ass and slim hips, covering all the good bits while hinting at her ample cleavage as she watched him. He had to be careful with this one; he could feel the sly on her, the knowledge that she’d been in the seducing game before and was probably slipping into it again. Her body heat caressed him in delicious waves of lust and play, and the way she curved her body enticed him all the more, but he was careful as he leaned an arm up over her head.

“Personally, I think you’d look best in black or ocean blue,” he remarked as he slid his free hand oh so faintly over the buttons of the shirt, the silk rippling and changing color to match her eyes. Such a small thing to do, yet some part of him wanted to impress her. “However, if red is more your color…” He continued, the material color changing once again into fire engine red, “I’d have to say that red would be best in lace and silk lingerie.”

Smirking, he leaned in a bit closer to fully appreciate the beauty of her face. “My name is Devlin, but you can call me Dev for short,” he told her as he boldly reached his hand up to twirl a sunny piece of hair around his index finger. “Might I have your name?”

THEA GILBERTS