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ph_logs2024-08-05 10:45 pm
hadnoright) wrote in ph_logs2024-08-05 10:45 pm
[OPEN] Who put me in your way to find?
Who: Daisy Tonner (hadnoright) & you!
What: Catch-All for Daisy
When: August
Where: The forest, the hot springs, downtown, etc.
Warnings: Violence, animal death/hunting, intrusive thoughts, nudity, others added as needed
1. What right had you not to let me die? [the forest]
Those who travel out into the forest during the day may find themselves running into a short, relatively petite human-looking woman bodily slamming into a deer or boar that's almost as big as she is. The creature hits the ground with surprising force and when the woman rises, it's whilst wiping the blood from her mouth and rolling her shoulders.
Most of the time, she already knows someone's there before they say a word. So, the animal-like energy to her posture melts away like it was never there at all and she turns toward her audience and says something like, "Don't mind me. Working."
Unless, that is, you've managed to actually sneak up on her. It's not an easy thing to do, but when she's in the heat of a Hunt tunnel vision can take its hold and it's in those moments where a sudden noise might make the Hunter's gaze snap towards it like a beast startled. And it's in those moments where Daisy is most distinctly inhuman, the odd yellow eyes and the teeth and the animal way she holds herself.
And it's in those moments that it takes all of Daisy's restraint not to give into the sound of blood pounding in her ears, telling her to attack. With a growl, she shakes her head and takes a step back. "Jesus fucking christ. Don't sneak around!"
2. Ooh but did I even know what I was asking for? [hot springs]
She doesn't get aches and pains like most people in her profession would after a while, but that doesn't mean the hot springs aren't relaxing in their own right. So, occasionally Daisy makes the trip up to the springs, strips down and slips into the water with zero modesty nor shame about the nudity.
There are scars all over her body, many in places that should've killed her if she hadn't already been long on the way to inhumanity by the time she took the damage that caused them. The biggest, a starburst-like scar marring the back of her shoulder, is only visible if you're looking when she sits up.
3. If I had my way, I'd have missed you more [downtown]
There is a large blonde wolf lying in the yard of Daisy and Erin's house. The wolf may appear at first glance to be asleep, but in reality if you look closer she's a little too visibly tuned into her surroundings for that. Still, she is relaxing. Sunbathing, even.
Occasionally, a Mawhile appears from another part of the garden to try and bite her tail. She seems completely unfazed by this.
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Hit me up to plot something or just throw something at me.
hadnoright) & you!What: Catch-All for Daisy
When: August
Where: The forest, the hot springs, downtown, etc.
Warnings: Violence, animal death/hunting, intrusive thoughts, nudity, others added as needed
1. What right had you not to let me die? [the forest]
Those who travel out into the forest during the day may find themselves running into a short, relatively petite human-looking woman bodily slamming into a deer or boar that's almost as big as she is. The creature hits the ground with surprising force and when the woman rises, it's whilst wiping the blood from her mouth and rolling her shoulders.
Most of the time, she already knows someone's there before they say a word. So, the animal-like energy to her posture melts away like it was never there at all and she turns toward her audience and says something like, "Don't mind me. Working."
Unless, that is, you've managed to actually sneak up on her. It's not an easy thing to do, but when she's in the heat of a Hunt tunnel vision can take its hold and it's in those moments where a sudden noise might make the Hunter's gaze snap towards it like a beast startled. And it's in those moments where Daisy is most distinctly inhuman, the odd yellow eyes and the teeth and the animal way she holds herself.
And it's in those moments that it takes all of Daisy's restraint not to give into the sound of blood pounding in her ears, telling her to attack. With a growl, she shakes her head and takes a step back. "Jesus fucking christ. Don't sneak around!"
2. Ooh but did I even know what I was asking for? [hot springs]
She doesn't get aches and pains like most people in her profession would after a while, but that doesn't mean the hot springs aren't relaxing in their own right. So, occasionally Daisy makes the trip up to the springs, strips down and slips into the water with zero modesty nor shame about the nudity.
There are scars all over her body, many in places that should've killed her if she hadn't already been long on the way to inhumanity by the time she took the damage that caused them. The biggest, a starburst-like scar marring the back of her shoulder, is only visible if you're looking when she sits up.
3. If I had my way, I'd have missed you more [downtown]
There is a large blonde wolf lying in the yard of Daisy and Erin's house. The wolf may appear at first glance to be asleep, but in reality if you look closer she's a little too visibly tuned into her surroundings for that. Still, she is relaxing. Sunbathing, even.
Occasionally, a Mawhile appears from another part of the garden to try and bite her tail. She seems completely unfazed by this.
Wildcard
Hit me up to plot something or just throw something at me.
2. Ooh but did I even know what I was asking for?
Now, though, right now, she's just as naked as Daisy is, and she's feeling the heat of the water soothe her aching muscles. She rests her head back against the side, her blindfold away where it will stay dry, and makes a wordless Noise.
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Daisy laughs, softly. Without her blindfold Erin can't see the fond, amused look on her face, but it's there regardless. "Enjoying yourself?"
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The next laugh is more of a bark of it. "That how that works? You spend enough time in the steam and you develop Finnishness. Chronic condition, incurable."
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Unashamedly teasing, "Mmm. It is a pretty lush view. Hard not to appreciate that."
NSFW likely incoming
Daisy doesn't usually like gentle. Erin knows that. But she does, truly does, want to just listen to her partner even if she's also desperately horny. When she's fucking, the stress goes away...but she knows she can't just fuck her life away and not live it.
So why not both?
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"Hmm." There's no immediate contact, but Erin will hear her shift in the water and feel the way the surface laps against any surface it can find. "Would be a real shame. But these things do happen."
She can multitask.
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First, there's breath tickling the damp skin of her shoulder. Featherlight but lingering, the strands of hair still loose from Daisy's bun not far behind. Second, there's the clawed fingertips pressing into Erin's hip, thumb stroking an arc over skin.
The water's lapping, again, disturbed by Daisy moving to half-kneel half-lean as close to Erin as she can get without pressing against her side. She props her head up on her own hand, elbow on the edge.
"Where to start..." she muses, idly and with double meaning. Where she starts with words is, "Mm. Makes me happy having you all laid out for me, cariad. Every time. Hearing your heartbeat go."
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And yet it's 'cariad' that turns Erin's pale face red. "I do..." breathe, breathe. "I do love making you happy, my sovereign..."
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In any other context a too-fast heartbeat is a dangerous thing to have, around Daisy. But in moments like these it's different. The Hunt has its facets and in this one, Daisy has always had control.
"I know you do."
For one fleeting moment there is breath on Erin's face and warm lips, a tongue, laps away the blood dribbling from the puncture. As soon as it's there it's gone again, though her hair once again brushes the skin of Erin's shoulder.
The hand on her hip slides up over her abdomen, slow and easy. The claws drag but do not try to puncture through the protection between them and her skin.
"Like it, coming home to you. Even when I've fucked off to stop myself going nuts. Especially then." Once she's got her head back on straight or she's had a good Hunt to burn the restlessness, coming back home is something she does look forward to. "And the way you look at me. When I'm back off a Hunt and still a fucking mess."
The fingertips are in the channel of skin between her breasts by the final word.
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This is so different. Erin could almost, almost, enjoy it forever. But the need in her is too great, too burning. She tries to kiss her sovereign and misses, lips pressing to Daisy's shoulder instead, and the fight goes out of Erin.
She's yours, Daisy Tonner. To love, and to torment.
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Daisy laughs, amused and fond. "Need to work on your aim."
She could go faster—their quick, almost desperate pace is safer in a public space where anyone could arrive at any time—but she doesn't want to. She wants to take her time, to unravel Erin little by little.
Fingertips barely graze the swell of Erin's breast, but she's rewarded with a brief kiss that ends before Daisy can give in and devour her.
"You figured it out. Didn't you? Who sent me back to you in brand new clothes?
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"Politician's daughters are very good. At flipping the script. I should know." She was one. The girls raised to be presentable, to seem more innocent than you ever were—the pretty little flower that grew teeth and started biting the hands that tried to pick its petals.
Her teeth graze Erin's throat and her claws trail along the shape of the breast beneath her hand. Slowly, one circles the nipple.
"You should've seen her with her hand inside me," she murmurs against Erin's neck, tasting her pulse with her lips. Double meanings are handy things, when you've got a secret to keep but a story to tell.
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Hunted.
"Do you want her to t-ta - haah! - take you again, my sovereign?"
Does Erin want to hear yes?
...Maybe...
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"Mmhm. I've been thinking about it. Asking her." She still doesn't know where the draw she feels toward Dahlia ends; the line between a Hunt and something else has always been blurry, and with the game they can play it only gets more so.
Finally, her fingers sink firm into the meat of the breast she's been so slowly teasing, kneading and feeling the weight.
She knows where she stands with Erin. Knows the draw won't fade when the Hunt us over, because time and again it hasn't.