The young wolf grinned as the children ran around her, she playfully running with them, playing with the young children that she was babysitting since her daycare wasn't open today. The wolf grinned, her copper and red hide mixing with the white fur on her muzzle, throat, and belly. Even the majority of her legs show cased that soft white fur that the kids loved to cuddle in. Tied loosely around her neck was a red bandana, making her look less like a wild wolf, and more like a friendly wolf mix. The kids squealed and laughed as the wolf collapsed on the ground, panting, her gaze bright and playful as the young children collapsed on her, burying fingers in her long fur, Miss Marie, can we have lunch now? The wolf nodded, motioning them over to the picnic basket she had packed, laying down as she watched them bite into sandwiches, a few kids cuddling into her side so she was forced to eat while still in canine form. As she finished her food she was dog piled once again, grinning at the children as the hug her before running around again, once more convincing her to rush around and play with them. Amount: 204 Notes: Hehehe sexy table <3 Muse: Good Tune: My babysitter's a vampire Tags: Open/Marshall

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img51/6450/fkwt.png] ** Marshall felt oddly empty without his best friend beside him, the chubby fool off running around town to gather the groceries for the both of them, considering how Zach was his roommate, for the sake of his constant worrying over the mechanic. The dark blonde snorted at that, not understanding how the brunette thought he was going to die of starvation without someone cooking for him, he did know how to make a meal! Just slap some lettuce and beef in between two slices of bread, that was all he needed for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Pretty nutritious if you asked him. But to his best friend it was taboo, insisting that he get at least one tidbit of his meal from each food category, something that the human didn't even believe to be an actual thing, more so a ridiculous concept that was concocted to get children to eat their veggies. He wiped at his forehead, shoving back wheat-colored strands of hair with calloused fingers, soaking up the rest of the oil from the puddle that had formed on the ground with a rag, talking to the overseer of the bank afterwards, whose car had broken down, and she didn't want to mention it to her boss. Whose name was oddly Oklahoma, he'd never understand where parents got their ideas from nowadays. Hearing it made him crave some sort of burning alcohol, to feel it slide down his throat, but he just shook his head as he took the cash, nodding stiffly before turning around and leaving the empty building, to which the lady told him that nearly the whole town was on vacation today. ** He stalked by the park on the way home to the humbler side of town, admiring the occasional car or two as he strode, missing the sound of nails clicking beside him, but knew it was better for Carino to accompany Zach, the older man was too foolish to go around shopping by himself. Marshall trusted him as a person, but not as a soul walking around with cash in his pockets, and he was debating detouring to go find his best friend when he heard a series of barks and the melody of laughter from children. He softened a bit, he never had any little siblings, so kids fascinated him, remembering how his first sight of one was in the emergency room when he visited his terminally ill father. They looked so fragile that he was terrified of ever getting near children, scared that his rough hands would break them, so it was quite understandable that he was drawn towards the scene, blue eyes taking in the romping canine, the barest of smiles quirking his lips. He loved dogs, the only creatures that really could ever get him to warm up, and when he was a few yards away, he sat down on the grass with a sigh, muscles burning with fatigue, only to click his tongue and hold out his hand. He beckoned the hybrid, noticing how some of the children stopped in their playing to stare at him, some warily and others curiously, but they were in the back of his mind as he stared firmly at the dog, hand still presented boldly. Amount: 542 Words. Notes: Huee, sorry this post is awkward x.x Muse: Alright~ Tune: N/A. Tags: Dyzzie with Whiskey; OPEN;

Whiskey's smiling eyes followed each one of the children as they ran around in a hyper active order, clearly content to just run wild and have fun. It was one of the reasons why she suggested going to the park for a few hours, and packing a picnic lunch. The fresh air would be good for them, they'd have fun, and hopefully they'd be worn out when their parents came to pick them up. Tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, she grinned, nuzzling one little girl until she fell to the ground in squeals of laughter, Mercy! Mercy! No more! The young child screamed, others laughing at them, as Whiskey backed up, letting the child grip her muzzle and pull her up. The laughter didn't last long though, a few children stopping to stare, then a few more, until one little girl clung to Whiskey in obvious terror at something behind her. Slowly the canine turned to see a man, obviously a few years older than even she, sitting and staring at her and the children. A few of the kids were far more curious, while others watched him nervously as he clucked his tongue, and held out a hand to her. Soft whispers spun around her, the children mumbling quietly to one another, What's he doing, Does he think she's a dog?, Miss Whiskey, should we leave? The woman turned dog nuzzled the child clinging to her, before motioning the children towards their picnic area to eat the dessert she had brought, one child instantly running for the cake, while Whiskey turned back to stare at the man, near yellow eyes meeting his with an intelligence that could be written off as the kind of breed of dog she was, unless he was extremely familiar with shapeshifters. Hesitantly she started forward, tail swishing behind her as her copper and white fur floated around her delicate limbs, her head tilted as she watched him, only getting with in a foot of him before promptly sitting down and watching him, her head held at an angle, ears back in uncertainty. Slowly she lowered herself to the ground, crouching as she hesitantly stretched her nose out to sniff the man's hand, getting a whiff of grease, metal, and the distinct tang of a non-magical. A non-supernatural . . . A human. She sat up again, backing away a few steps before standing still, merely watching him, even as her ears stayed tuned to the children a few yards away who were watching while stuffing their faces full of chocolate cake.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img51/6450/fkwt.png] ** Gentle autumn winds caressed his scruffy cheeks as the slender dog paced closer, her erect ears wavering in the wind as he mentally tempted her to come closer, feeling the slight sensation of something moist pressing against his hand, knowing she was sniffing him. His face remained blank in that emotionless way of his as she backed away, only to scoot forward on his own accord, large hand softly caressing her face, something that wouldn't be expected of a rugged man like himself, fingers combing down until he was interrupted by a crimson bandanna. It reminded him of those kids that were hanging around with her, a frown tilting his lips down as his cold gaze flickered up towards them while they used their grubby fingers to pick pieces of the cake, a twinge of disapproval coursing through his veins. What kind of parents would leave their children alone in the park with the company of a wolf mix, but even she didn't look very threatening, too small to be seen as anything but adorable, a pretty mutt if he was honest. His digits skipped over the cloth that served as a collar, burying in the thicker fur of her creamy chest, staring at the canine and seriously seeing nothing other than an ordinary hybrid, scoping around the park and seeing absolutely no one, meaning that she didn't belong to anyone. Or at least that's what he concluded, because there was no way in hell a dog like this would be left alone where anyone with the eye to make a quick buck could scoop her up. ** So that was when the mechanic stood on stiff legs, brushing his hands on those faded jeans, strode over to the kids with crossed arms, face completely serious, there never was a sweet twinge to the way he spoke, “Where are your parents? It ain't safe to be out here with just a dog. Do ya'll even understand what would happen if some bad person just walked through here and saw this?” He did have the feeling that he might be scaring them with his tall and broad body, just hovering over all of these tykes with a scowl, but it was already hard enough to give a small smile, so he deadpanned, lips tight in a straight line. He guessed there was enough room in the back of his truck to squish them in, or he could just tie them to the roof. Yeah, no dad of the year award for him. But at least he could get them to his shop on the other side of town to call the school nearby, or the police, whatever fools that were in charge of wandering children like this. They would find the parents and get them out of his hair, his prickling conscience, when he kept trying to convince himself that he really didn't care about what happened to them, because he only felt for Carino and Zach, his family. Marshall didn't believe in giving your heart out, no matter how innocent the potential holders seemed to be. Amount: 515 Words. Notes: Silly Marshall x3 Muse: Alright! Tune: You're Gonna Miss This ~ Trace Adkins Tags: Dyzzie with Whiskey; OPEN;

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/vpx7jn.png] Whiskey moved closer at a cautious pace, eyeing the male as she did so, before she slowly pressed her nose against his outstretched hand, the scent of human invading her nose and solidifying her decision to play the role of protective dog unless she would be forced to reveal the fact she was a shifter. Humans didn't take kind to supernaturals, and many confused shape shifters with their more aggressive cousins, the weres. As she backed away, planning on returning to the children, she froze when he moved forward, flinching from the hand that moved towards her before relaxing when it only caressed her face, a gentleness she hadn't expected with how rough he looked. She held still, letting him comb his fingers through his fur, her gaze more solidly focused on the kids she was watching, even as his fingers buried into the thick fur of her chest. Tilting her head as he looked down at her, before he finally stood, and she watched him move to the kids, his tone rough as he spoke, and one little girl let out a tiny squeak in fright, running to her, and clinging to her furry side, while one of the older boys, a vampire brat that liked causing trouble sneered up at the man, "Why should we tell you, human? What do you care?" The kid said slowly, as if humans were a dumb race. Before the man could have had a chance to react, Whiskey was growling, eyes narrowed at the boy, giving one sharp bark. Instantly the boy paled, "I didn't do nothin' wrong, Miss Whiskey! He's just a hum-" The wolf mix barked again, eyes disapproving until the boy looked down, "Fine . . . . I'm sorry, mister." One of the other girls looked to Whiskey before up at the man and nodded to the pretty wolf-dog mix "Where not alone, sir," The little nymph said before any more of the more aggressive species could speak, "Where with Miss Whiskey, she's our babysitter while our mommies are out shopping for a few hours, cause daycare is closed." The wolf dog shifted then, still sitting on the grass as her body shifted until she sat with a little girl in her lap, her long, curly brown hair held back with a single clip, her large brown eyes cautious as she stared at the human, her skin pale, and clothed in a pair of jeans, simple t-shirt, and flats, "My name is Marie De`Claur." The shifter said softly, looking down at the girl in her lap as she spoke, "I run Daydreams Daycare." She explained, naming one of the few daycares in town that took both supernatural and human children in, teaching them to be friends. Of course, taking both sides meant neither side wanted her in their area, which is why her daycare was not in the rich, supernatural part of town. But he didn't need to know details. Judging by his gruff nature, he would't care anyways. She stood, barely coming up to five foot five as she set the little human girl on the ground, the child quickly grabbing her hand, and the vampire boy coming to stand protectively next to the human child as if the human would pose a threat to her as well. The boy might jump, fangs bared; at human adults who are threatening to him first (or who he perceives as threatening), but with the humans in the daycare, he was a perfect gentleman and friend, and proof that her attempts were working at joining the younger generation. The french woman looked back up at the man, motioning for some of the kids to pack up, "I'm sorry, but we should be going now.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img51/6450/fkwt.png] ** A dark blonde brow was quirked as the ivory-skinned child hopped up and started sassing off the mechanic, he could feel his blood boil as his temper threatened to rise to the surface, but bit down on his tongue as he mentally grumbled, 'Lil' shit, I'll teach ya a fuckin' lesson in respect.' Then again he didn't want to be sent to jail for beating someone within an inch of their life and he felt his stomach churn in disgust at himself, rubbing his temple with a sigh, not understanding where all this violence was coming from, though there was a clear guess. Stress. Instead he crossed his arms a bit tighter against the bulk of his muscled chest, gnawing on his back teeth when his eyes squinted in confusion at being referred to by the child as a human, what was that supposed to mean? The tyke was a human too, as far as he was concerned, and he was about to question him on that when a sweeter girl, one that made the anger slowly leave the mechanic's body, explained the situation to him, and he crouched, looking her in the eyes as he asked her softly, “And where's this Miss Whiskey, hun?” That tenderness was back, as if he were dealing with a delicate porcelain doll, at least until that stark blue gaze was back on the wolf hybrid, temple twitching as the magic cloaked around her, a dog no longer in her spot, a rather pretty woman replacing it. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled, he felt the need to back up, but for now he stood up when she did, not really comfortable enough to give her any advantage over him, staring down at her from his height, fingers clenching absentmindedly, out of his control, a habit to try and calm himself down. ** Perhaps it would've been better if Zach was here with him, that chubby brunette could bring a smile to anyone's face while Marshall tended to just scare people, and his best friend would've made all these children laugh and the babysitter probably wouldn't have been on edge. The woman then introduced herself, the air between them formal even as the human stood tense in his spot, replying coldly, “Marshall Carter.” He watched as her bunch of little ones cleaned up, following after her as she said something about having to be on her way, but even the mechanic knew that a petite woman such as herself walking in such an area with a bunch of kids would be the prime target for any brute wanting to have some fun. He fought internally, half of his cruel mind actually wishing that upon horrible supernaturals like her, grouping her right with his ex-fiancee and her new lover, while the more caring part that was hidden away by such a brash personality actually wanted to make sure they all got back safe. So the dark blonde shoved his hands in his pockets as he stalked forward, right behind the kids and the lady, keeping a watch from the back as he bluntly murmured, “Ya shouldn't go alone.” He had confidence in his ability to protect them all, but he didn't want to scare them with his inevitable silence, so he casually slipped his phone out, dialing a familiar number, knowing they were nearing the marketplace where his best friend was with his dog, whispering into the receiver, “Yeah… No… Get over here… The park ya dumba-” ** He cut his vulgarity off, instead hissing into the phone as Zach laughed at him, promising to catch up, and within ten minutes he saw the heaving figure of the older human, Carino barking right behind him. This was when the mechanic actually walked ahead of Marie, lowering onto one knee to meet his brindle-furred mutt halfway, slobbery kisses peppered against his cheek as he grunted, resisting the urge to smile. The canine bounded over to the kids without hesitation, nipping ankles softly with the urge to play, bumping his head underneath their hands to beg for some petting, and Zach still looked like he was dying, round cheeks flushed, grabbing on to the taller brute's arm as he breathed in, huffing out, “Bro, I ran, I jumped, I flewwww all the way here! For you! So this better be wor- Hello hottie~” His eyes practically bugged out of his head when he laid his chocolate gaze on the woman, running a hand through those wild curls as he took a friendly step forward, obviously ready to start charming her, or what he thought was charming, only to be stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder, Marshall glaring down, “No.” A pout flickered on his best friend's lips as he rolled his eyes, whining out, “You're no fun, Marshy.” He instead walked over to the kids, waving a hand eagerly as he chirped out happily, “Hey! The name's Ever-So-Awesome Zach, but I guess you could call me Z-Man if you want. I'm way cooler than Marshy over there, so just chill with me and you guys can be cool too. Oh, and if you get me your mom's number.” Marshall's temple twitched again as he held back from correcting the other human, only remaining silent as he stopped walking, waiting until the group walked a few steps ahead as he stayed towards the back, watching silently as his roommate's constant chatter filled up the air, making silly faces. Fuck this, he needed a cigarette. Amount: 920 Words. Notes: Hueee, Zach to the rescue xD Muse: Awesome <3 Tune: Knock You Down ~ Keri Hilson Tags: Dyzzie with Whiskey; OPEN;

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/vpx7jn.png] It was no doubt that Whiskey was not pleased by the young vampire's snotty town towards the human, growling and giving a disapproving stare until he finally obeyed and apologized. Of course, the sweet little nymph spoke up then, and she watched the mechanic lower to the child's level, asking about 'this Miss Whiskey'. Seeing no other option she allowed herself, willed herself, to shift. She stood, watching him do the same, only to realize then how tall he was, towering over her, and as her gaze darted to his clenching hand she took two steps back, her gaze nervous and flighty. As a wolf she could take on anything, or at least she tried to. As a human, she was as weak and fearful as she was when a Saluki. His cold tone didn't help either, though he gave a name. Marshall Carter. She nodded once, before moving to leave him be, unnerved by the silent sort of hostility he was giving off. As she turned to walk away, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on in, glancing at him as he moved to walk with them, his voice a murmur that she barely picked up. She nodded once, allowing what he must assume to be protection, though she didn't know why he would care to do so, especially with how cold he seemed to be. She didn't look back, instead shifting the human child higher up against her body and hugging her gentle, the young vampire tyke taking her hand, occasionally glancing back to glare at the human trailing after him, some of the other kids watching him just as nervously and suspiciously. However, it was the young nymph who skipped back to where he walked, stopping at his side and taking his hand in her much smaller one, swinging the joined hands as she giggled. Whiskey's gaze went from the child to the man, judging whether the little nymph would be safe or not before finally nodding once to the child so she'd know she could walk with this Marshall, even as she heard the man on the phone, whispering about someone coming to the park, her hackles raising once more. As they continued to walk, she noticed a dog, followed by an older man, human by the scent, coming towards them, and the Marshall fellow stepping in front of her. Marie made a motion, and she and the four children stopped, the children letting out squeals of delight as they moved to play and pet the dog. She stayed quiet, half behind Marshall as the man huffed out, before his eyes fell on her, his sentence changing mid sentence to address her, before taking a step towards her. Instantly she backed up two steps, putting more distance between herself and this unknown man, her gaze cautious and untrusting. She glanced at the first man to join the little group, when he told the other man 'No', before the older man moved towards the kids, waving and talking to them. The vampire boy eyed the other human cautiously, before relaxing when the man only proved to be kind, not cold as Marshall had been. As the children kept talking with the new man, and playing with the dog, Marie glanced at Marshall, biting her lip as she slowed her steps until she was almost next to him, enough of a gap between them to fit a large person and still have room to spare. "You really don't need to walk with us, we'll be alright." She mumbled quietly, her gaze lowering to her shoes, the flats hitting the ground at a calming beat. She wrapped one arm around her middle, her gaze on the children playing ahead before shaking her head, "And, I apologize for Thad's behavior towards you.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img51/6450/fkwt.png] ** Marshall prided himself on practically having no emotion, training himself after that fiasco with Celia and her lover, but he couldn't help but feel his heart swell with warmth when the little nymph took his hand, not able to bring himself to pull away, even if the more aggressive side of his mind beckoned him to do so. Getting close to someone was never something to be happy about, he had learned that first hand, but there was this tiny part of him that tried pushing those ideals away, using the excuse that the girl was just a child, and they were so innocent and pure, what harm could she do? So he gave a tiny squeeze to her hand with a twitch of a smile, hearing Zach's rather random attempts at getting the children to laugh, whether it be through those strangely contorted faces or jokes he had picked up from all those television shows he watched while the mechanic worked on cars in the garage. He actually liked it when his best friend chose to laze around downstairs with him, all the background noise made him feel less lonely, and he snorted as Carino barked happily, speeding in between all the children, dodging their grubby hands teasingly, only to roll around on the floor when they finally managed to pet him, his whipcord-like tail wagging back and forth, occasionally bolting over to his master to rub against his legs and lick the ankle of the nymph. He could feel the self-restraint wafting off of the mutt, as if it knew that the human's cold blue eyes were locked on him as a warning to not nip the child, for she seemed so delicate, and the dog was smart enough to not face his owner's wrath, bouncing back to the other tykes. ** There was this amiable silence between the man and child, only for their caretaker to drift back with them, yet she kept her distance, a detail that made him snort. Better, he didn't want the damned shifter near him anyways, even if she wasn't a threat, really anything but, all small and frail, it seemed as if a wind could snap her in half, but he had to direct his fury somewhere, and apparently his mind couldn't find anyone else other than the woman. His thumb stroked the back of the girl's hand soothingly, as if trying to distract himself from this building anger, murmuring down at her, “What's your name, doll?” She was docile, made that hatred soothe down into a puddle of nearly nothing, so much that he actually didn't glare at Whiskey when she spoke, apologizing for the little vamp's behavior and explaining why he acted in such a way, broad shoulders shrugged curtly as he said, “Couldn't care less. Them parents can raise him however they want, won't make a difference to me.” While the children were busy chatting with one another, he noticed how Zach's head raised, cursing silently as he realized that his best friend had sensed the anger wafting off of him, trudging over with puffed cheeks and trying to still catch his breath as one of the kids clung to his leg, “Marshy, bro, take a chill pill. Seriously. I can feel it all the way over there, AND I'm surrounded by all these awesome kids! Don't ruin my mood, or I'll call the cable company to cut out your soaps.” The taller human's temple twitched as he grit his teeth, grumbling in reply, “Those are for women, I watch criminal dramas.” The copper haired brute just let out loud laugh, patting the dark blonde on the shoulder, nodding as if mockingly believing him before turning to the brunette and chirping, “So, you love kids, huh? What made you decide to run a daycare with both humans and supernaturals? I think that's really cool~” Marshall growled beneath his breath as he leaned down to pick up the nymph, holding her in strong arms as he instead made his own conversation with the little darling, refusing to listen to such talk about hopeless quests, asking with a small flicker of warmth in his gaze, “Do ya like dogs, hun? Near my house we have lots of strays, I give 'em food when they come by. They're friendly lil' buggers.” If there was one thing that the man liked talking about other than cars, it was canines, oh how he adored them with such a passion. Amount: 745 Words. Notes: Jeez Marshall, so damn rude x.x Muse: Awesome. Tune: The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford Soundtrack Tags: Dyzzie with Whiskey; OPEN;

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/vpx7jn.png] The shape shifter glanced at the little nymph, who in her naturally alm way had managed to get the almost aggressive male to let her hold her hand. The nymph giggled as her hand was squeezed, her smile vibrant and gentle as the male's lips twitched slightly. Whiskey turned her gaze to the other male who was laughing with the children a bit away, clearly more willing to talk and play with them, then this male was. Hostility would only be met by more hostility. Did he not realize that? Well, it wasn't her place to lecture regardless. She was just the daycare worker (well, owner) watching over the children. She slowly drifted back towards the nymph, and the male, careful to keep a distance, especially considering the hat and fury she could almost feel coming off him and stabbing into her. She should have rounded up the kids and taken off th moment he'd shown up . . . it had been foolish for her to do otherwise. The little nymph giggled, giving the name 'Royale' before smiling at the teacher when Whiskey apologized. Of course the male didn't seem to care either way, and she glanced away, deciding not push the issue. Obviously, as he had stated he didn't care. The teacher watched the two males interact before the other suddenly turned towards her, surprising her to be addressed, shrugging faintly as she looked over the young children in her care, "I suppose you could say that . . . I've always enjoyed being around children. Their innocence and willingness to change is . . . incredible. As for why my daycare natures to humans as well as supernaturals . . . Well, why shouldn't it? Children learn best by example. If they see adults, humans and supernaturals alike working together, or talking to one another, then the children will be more willing to grow up like that. Not to mentiion, it proves that supernaturals and humans don't hate each other from first glance. Some of these children have such tight bonds, they'll defend each other to the death, or at least the shifters, and weres behave like that." She expalined quietly, putting a bit more distance between herself and the two males. It was one thing when they were a bit distanced, and didn't have the attention on her. Now, being the center of attention, she was growing nervous. She glanced over at the nymph as the tiny girl giggled, deciding the child was still okay for now as she nodded eagerly, her tiny girl voice squeak and happy, "Doggies are pretty! Miss Whiskey makes a really pretty doggie too!" She added with a sharp nod, before she giggled some more. SPEECH Amount: Notes: Muse: Tune: Tags:

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