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Mollys Odd Encounter Sr Jodie 240125
Molly found her peaceful morning in the bedroom abruptly disrupted when an whimsical-sounding voice not of her own thoughts began to take control of her limbs. The voice, belonging to a possessing spirit, started to maneuver Molly like a puppet, even smacking her in the face with her own hand. Despite her struggle, the spirit seemed to allow her to control her movements only when she actively tried, seizing the idle moments to make her act erratically, urging her on to transform into her wolf form and commit murder. As Molly's legs spasmed, the voice gleefully chanted for murder, pushing her out of bed and towards a potential killing spree.
However, the situation took a starkly different turn when the spirit, controlling Molly to look in a mirror, reacted with shock and horror upon discovering her 'package,' described as a weapon. This unexpected revelation caused the spirit to flee her body in panic, its voice trailing off with fear. The possession ended as abruptly as it began, with Molly left alone, amused by the strange turn of events. For the rest of the full moon, although she felt watched by the spirit, Molly was never again controlled by it. She was able to resume her day free from possession but now peculiarly aware that her unique anatomy might just be an effective deterrent against supernatural control.
(Molly's odd encounter(SRJodie):SRJodie)
[Wed Jan 24 2024]
In a master bedroom
The bedroom is large, with a bay window that contains a window seat and shows a view of the garden and beach. Inside, a king-sized canopy bed takes up most of one end of the room along with two bedside tables. A dresser is off to the side behind a painted lacquer screen, creating a little dressing nook. The floor is dark wood with pretty blue rugs except for a square made of of granite tile upon which sits an old-fashioned woodstove that has a small box next to it usually kept full of firewood.
It is morning, about -4F(-20C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
It's a fairly average day for most of Haven, but for Molly and other wolves like her its the middle of a full moon. Fortunately the worst of the lunacy effects do not occur until nightfall. Still, Molly is suffering from the irrational anger and other emotions that come with a full moon. Or at least she should be.
Things do not get much better as Molly feels a cold chill overtake her as if a cloud of cold air decided to occupy the space she currently resides.
A lazy morning in bed. It was the therapy Molly needed. She wasn't inexperienced, but she could only control so much. She scratches her belly, and lets out a yawn. That cold chill makes her head lift a little, but she shrugs.
"Ooo wolfie wolfie." Molly hears in her ear, the voice is tickle of her ear hairs, its vaguely whimsical sounding but unmistakably not from just within her head. Suddenly Molly loses control of her right arm as it juts up into the air. Then the other arm juts up like she's a mummy.
The voice talks to itself almost, "Here we go..this does..THIS." then at that moment Molly's right hand falls to smack herself in the face. It's as though the voice is trying to figure out how to puppet Molly like she was some sort of pilotable android.
Hair stands on the back of her neck as Molly turns her head to search for the voice. Her brow lifts, followed by her arms. Her head shifts back, briefly, and that's about when she begins to sit up, if she even can. Either way, her hand would make sure she falls back down. She tries to wrangle control of her arms back, to likely no avail.
It seems Molly does have control of her arms, but when she's not actively using them, the possessing spirit has control of the idle periods. It's a bit of a wrestling match. "Lets go wolf out! Come on, show me what you can do. Lets eat someone." it says, encouraging Molly with an overly excited voice.
One of Molly's thick legs jerks to the side, hanging off the side of the bed as if to try to encourage Molly out of it. "Lets go lets go lets go! MURDER!!!" the voice says
Murder? Molly begins to stand up, grumbling, "Fine, but I'm taking my clothes off first." From there, her meaty paws begin to remove her overly stretched button up, as she keeps her legs moving to try and keep her body from moving too fast. As tired as her voice is, it's clear she'd rather go along with this. Maybe it'd make the spirit go away. "What's your name, dear?" She asks the empty air, smiling as she does. She may be in a horrible situation that might end in somebody dying, but that doesn't stop her inner nature from shining through.
Taking control of Molly just for the moment the spirit makes Molly clap her hands excitedly, "Yay murder." it says into her ear then it relinquishes control. It notably doesn't give its name at the question. But it does allow Molly the automony to undress or dress if she wants.
Molly continues to strip, after her hands are returned to her. Her boots come off, and her jeans. Then her shirt. She doesn't have qualms with this. It's not like she could hide her body from a ghost as it was. "I have been told I carry a club around.." She passively observes, as she goes from dressed to left in a pair of boyshorts.
Pulling Molly's head to the closest mirror, the possessor uses her eyes to look at her own body, "You are one strange looking woman! I like it." the thing says, full of crazed whimsy. It relinquishes control again but not before saying, "Who are you going to murder? Someone innocent yes?"
"I could probably just hire a prostitute and sit on her face." Molly explains, taking her shorts off. She explains to the thing in her body, "I make sure I strip before I wolf out, though. I do this every time so I don't rip clothes." She chuckles. "It's more cost effective in the long term. Doing it rips clothes and leaves a mess."
"Oh my god what the fuck is that!" The voice says, horrified or surprised, its hard to tell. It even forces Molly to look down at her own familiar package. "Thats a weapon!" it screeches.
There is a pause and Molly feels the possession begin to evacuate her, "Keep that away from me!!!!!!" it says, the voice getting further and further away as if it just ran away based on Molly's surprise alone.
The situation turned silly almost immediately. Molly bursts into a fit of restrained laughter at the panic caused by what was between her legs. If conceal carrying a club is the key to stopping possession and saving a life then that's pretty cool to her. She doesn't actually care where the spirit ends up. She'd rather not get in shit with local authorities.
Throughout the rest of the full moon Molly gets the unmistakeable sensation that she is being observed by the spirit to see what she gets up to. But one thing is for certain. That spirit never tries to possess her again and she is free to carry on her day.
However, the situation took a starkly different turn when the spirit, controlling Molly to look in a mirror, reacted with shock and horror upon discovering her 'package,' described as a weapon. This unexpected revelation caused the spirit to flee her body in panic, its voice trailing off with fear. The possession ended as abruptly as it began, with Molly left alone, amused by the strange turn of events. For the rest of the full moon, although she felt watched by the spirit, Molly was never again controlled by it. She was able to resume her day free from possession but now peculiarly aware that her unique anatomy might just be an effective deterrent against supernatural control.
(Molly's odd encounter(SRJodie):SRJodie)
[Wed Jan 24 2024]
In a master bedroom
The bedroom is large, with a bay window that contains a window seat and shows a view of the garden and beach. Inside, a king-sized canopy bed takes up most of one end of the room along with two bedside tables. A dresser is off to the side behind a painted lacquer screen, creating a little dressing nook. The floor is dark wood with pretty blue rugs except for a square made of of granite tile upon which sits an old-fashioned woodstove that has a small box next to it usually kept full of firewood.
It is morning, about -4F(-20C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
It's a fairly average day for most of Haven, but for Molly and other wolves like her its the middle of a full moon. Fortunately the worst of the lunacy effects do not occur until nightfall. Still, Molly is suffering from the irrational anger and other emotions that come with a full moon. Or at least she should be.
Things do not get much better as Molly feels a cold chill overtake her as if a cloud of cold air decided to occupy the space she currently resides.
A lazy morning in bed. It was the therapy Molly needed. She wasn't inexperienced, but she could only control so much. She scratches her belly, and lets out a yawn. That cold chill makes her head lift a little, but she shrugs.
"Ooo wolfie wolfie." Molly hears in her ear, the voice is tickle of her ear hairs, its vaguely whimsical sounding but unmistakably not from just within her head. Suddenly Molly loses control of her right arm as it juts up into the air. Then the other arm juts up like she's a mummy.
The voice talks to itself almost, "Here we go..this does..THIS." then at that moment Molly's right hand falls to smack herself in the face. It's as though the voice is trying to figure out how to puppet Molly like she was some sort of pilotable android.
Hair stands on the back of her neck as Molly turns her head to search for the voice. Her brow lifts, followed by her arms. Her head shifts back, briefly, and that's about when she begins to sit up, if she even can. Either way, her hand would make sure she falls back down. She tries to wrangle control of her arms back, to likely no avail.
It seems Molly does have control of her arms, but when she's not actively using them, the possessing spirit has control of the idle periods. It's a bit of a wrestling match. "Lets go wolf out! Come on, show me what you can do. Lets eat someone." it says, encouraging Molly with an overly excited voice.
One of Molly's thick legs jerks to the side, hanging off the side of the bed as if to try to encourage Molly out of it. "Lets go lets go lets go! MURDER!!!" the voice says
Murder? Molly begins to stand up, grumbling, "Fine, but I'm taking my clothes off first." From there, her meaty paws begin to remove her overly stretched button up, as she keeps her legs moving to try and keep her body from moving too fast. As tired as her voice is, it's clear she'd rather go along with this. Maybe it'd make the spirit go away. "What's your name, dear?" She asks the empty air, smiling as she does. She may be in a horrible situation that might end in somebody dying, but that doesn't stop her inner nature from shining through.
Taking control of Molly just for the moment the spirit makes Molly clap her hands excitedly, "Yay murder." it says into her ear then it relinquishes control. It notably doesn't give its name at the question. But it does allow Molly the automony to undress or dress if she wants.
Molly continues to strip, after her hands are returned to her. Her boots come off, and her jeans. Then her shirt. She doesn't have qualms with this. It's not like she could hide her body from a ghost as it was. "I have been told I carry a club around.." She passively observes, as she goes from dressed to left in a pair of boyshorts.
Pulling Molly's head to the closest mirror, the possessor uses her eyes to look at her own body, "You are one strange looking woman! I like it." the thing says, full of crazed whimsy. It relinquishes control again but not before saying, "Who are you going to murder? Someone innocent yes?"
"I could probably just hire a prostitute and sit on her face." Molly explains, taking her shorts off. She explains to the thing in her body, "I make sure I strip before I wolf out, though. I do this every time so I don't rip clothes." She chuckles. "It's more cost effective in the long term. Doing it rips clothes and leaves a mess."
"Oh my god what the fuck is that!" The voice says, horrified or surprised, its hard to tell. It even forces Molly to look down at her own familiar package. "Thats a weapon!" it screeches.
There is a pause and Molly feels the possession begin to evacuate her, "Keep that away from me!!!!!!" it says, the voice getting further and further away as if it just ran away based on Molly's surprise alone.
The situation turned silly almost immediately. Molly bursts into a fit of restrained laughter at the panic caused by what was between her legs. If conceal carrying a club is the key to stopping possession and saving a life then that's pretty cool to her. She doesn't actually care where the spirit ends up. She'd rather not get in shit with local authorities.
Throughout the rest of the full moon Molly gets the unmistakeable sensation that she is being observed by the spirit to see what she gets up to. But one thing is for certain. That spirit never tries to possess her again and she is free to carry on her day.