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Post by ༺ Kendall ༻ on Jul 11, 2016 4:00:11 GMT
That is indeed Dean. The angel directed back towards the troubled blonde, momentarily scowling at her vulgar description of him. Dean is not a penis. He is the righteous man. Castiel silently told her, a tiny frown adorning his newly defined features. With Dean's request of personal space, he stepped back, brows knitted together in slight embarrassment.
"Apologies." the angel muttered, taking a single step back from the muscular Dean Winchester, cobalt optics meeting those of a grassy, verdant hue. "I actually do know Fawnpelt. She was originally a feline." He explained blankly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. As he said this, Castiel nodded towards Sam as well, as to show that the answer was directed towards him too. And then there was Larkbeat. Approaching with a frightened look in worry of her little brother of course. Wordlessly, the seraphim mentally scanned the area, entering the astral plane to quickly find the poor fellow. "One floor up, door 42." he offered, a stoic expression appearing, before being replaced with one of a softer tone.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 11, 2016 4:09:23 GMT
'Lark threw a fork at him.' A single thought was passed to Castiel before she shut up. Castiel was still an awkward little person. He was different in this world though. The blonde was troubled by this. Troubled enough for a frown to tug at her features and for her to cross her arms in anxiousness. Her vibrant green hues focused on Castiel as he spoke, listening to every little tone. That's what being bonded did to ya. She could pick out every little detail about Castiel like no other could. Like which foot he always stepped off of first, or the way he would tilt his head in confusion or thought. And that's what made him and her bonded.
As soon as he was finished speaking, she would look towards the door. Her chin whipped up and down in her euthisam to agree as she took a step to the door. "I'll go get Benny." That way, if she forgot what room he was in, she could ask Castiel again. Her foot steps were quite silent as she left the room at a brisk speed walk. Remembering what stairs were, she took those up, reaching the next floor pretty quickly. 'Room?' She would ask her bonded side.
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 11, 2016 4:18:00 GMT
"Oh, thank you." she would whisper, letting herself relax a bit, closing her eyes in relief. He was fine. Although saying nothing, it was a great weight off her shoulders when FawnPelt left the room to go get him, but it fixed her attention back to the two strangers. Castiel seemed different than normal, she could tell, but nothing compared to the blonde warrior herself. She remained silent for a moment's while, before weakly addressing the elephant in the room. "Y-you know each other?"
//this is a lame excuse for a post, so sorry
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Post by Timur on Jul 11, 2016 4:31:00 GMT
Benedict He could hear a commotion going on somewheres below him, and Castiel's name being called. Was Cas here? That was great! Maybe he could show them how to be human's without totally messing up. He waited, gently rocking in his bed. Dean Winchester Wait they knew each other? Originally a feline? Was this blonde a skinwalker or something? He was sure if skinwalkers could be cats or not but you never knew, almost anything was possible. He immediately became wary of the blonde. "What do you mean, originally a feline?" Dean asked, debating on wether or not to pull his gun out now and gank her, but she walked away before that happened, luckily for her. Now, he had to listen to Castiel's response. Sam Winchester Originally a feline? What was that supossed to mean? As far as he knew, shifters couldn't go cross-species. Did they evolve or something? He also became wary of the two, the redhead was with the blonde so she fell under suspicion as well. He awaited a response from Castiel. Blazeheart Text
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Post by Pebble on Jul 11, 2016 4:39:05 GMT
Fawn's green gaze studied the walls. 'Nevermind, 42.' She waved Castiel off as she found Benny's door. She pushed down on the door knob. She let out a loud sigh if relief as she discovered it wasn't locked, like Lark's had. She poked her head in, hands covering her eyes. Benny was younger than she and Lark, so she doubted he had clothes.
"You decent?" Her voice rang out as she asked the once dogon on the bed. While waiting, she was trying to see if she could access Castiel's hearing system to listen to what was going on, which she discovered was a definite no. So she sighed and awaited Benny to answer, green eyes seeing nothing but the slight reddish tint of her hand over them.
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Post by ༺ Kendall ༻ on Jul 11, 2016 5:07:48 GMT
"You're welcome." the angel returned Larkbeat curtly, offering the hint of a smile. "They were originally natural born felids, but by what I am presuming is a divine intervention, have all been made to be human interpretations of themselves." Castiel explained, in a way theorizing out loud. No other theories came to mind of what had happened, other than his, as he was one of the victims of the change. He did not exactly know how his change from human to feline occurred anyhow. He didn't even know his vessel's name! I need to make that canonical in feral front Wordlessly, the angel quickly peered into the hunter's mind, making sure to be of little time as he knew of his disdain for the act. He suspects a skinwalker? "They are not skinwalkers." Castiel supplied, vivid blue optics stoically fixated on Dean. Swiftly peering into Sam's mind, he supplied him the same, but with a slightly altered version, and communication method. They are not shapeshifters. The angel offered, professional gaze momentarily fixated on the towering hunter.
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Post by Timur on Jul 11, 2016 5:21:24 GMT
Benedict The door opened and his gaze snapped to it. Really it could be anyone-imagine what a human not in on all this would think when the found a young boy in the blankets without parental supervision. Not that he knew it wasn't right. Then a blonde he didn't recognize poked her head in. What was he supossed to think? He hadn't seen them as humans before-there was the au but that was slipping his memory. "Name and business." he said, the familiar words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. Dean Winchester Woah woah wait. Cas didn't know what it was, they had somehow magically shifted species and gotten plopped into the same hotel they were in, this couldn't be good. "So you think your angel buddies zapped them here? Do you know why?" Dean asked. Well one theory was off the bat at least, he was glad they weren't skinwalkers, one more bullet to ice a shifter with. Sam Winchester Great. So two cats had been magically zapped into the same hotel they were at, and changed into humans, and not even Cas was sure how. That was just great. "Great, do you know what they might want this time?" he asked. Their questions weren't nearly as coordinated as usual, sadly, but at least they were getting some information. Then the angel's voice spoke in his head-that was something Sam would probably never get used to. But if they weren't shifters, then what were they? Blazeheart Text I don't even need to post I know I was ninjad Edit: how was I not ninjad omg
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 11, 2016 5:24:34 GMT
//and than BlazeHeart pops up in another bed like "dang it, I should of given SpiderStar the poppy seeds!"
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Post by Pebble on Jul 11, 2016 5:28:40 GMT
//BECAUSE WE ARE NICE AND DON'T NINJA PEOPLE.
Fawnpelt chuckled. "Fawnpelt, here to bring you to your sister." It was quite funny, how out of habit he asked for name and buisness. She taught him well. Still covering her eyes, she waited for the familiar sounds of him moving. 'The heck is a skinwalker?' She asked Castiel, getting the information he was. Had he forgotten she existed or something? Hopefully not. She was bonded to him! She could do something like run into a wall and get his attention, right?
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 13, 2016 18:12:17 GMT
The border collie had been traveling once again. The reason the first time was to return to his life as a loner, seeing he had just stayed in Valiantclan temporarily. He had just been a loner passing through. Strange this had happened the longer he stayed there: powers came to him and he even bonded with the leader himself. Nevertheless, he had come back finding that the loner life that he had once loved was just lonely. He had gone back, happy to once again see SummerStorm and AzurysStar--but not Kaylee, never Kaylee. It was his home there, and if it hadn't been for it, perhaps he would never of found what he loved to do, eh? That was why he was gone now--research. Without a mentor he had to fix out everything on his own by reading and trial and error. He had heard of the clan's old High Soothsayers--An and Glaedr, mainly through the memories of AzurysStar. He never looked through them on his own accord to respect his privacy. He understood. Humming a quiet tune to himself, the collie was walking through the streets of the town he was passing through to get back home, a satchel held in his jaws carrying a handful of books and, of course, his Stuffed Sheep. It may be a bit of trouble getting back onto the island with the books he was carrying, but he would find a way. For now, he was going to take a rest. The sun was setting and not to far away was a large building with the word "MOTEL" on it. Perfect. Sheep's claws clicked on the hard ground as he moved forward, and standing up on his back legs, put his paws on the handle and pushed it down, door opening (man, did the place even use locks?). Perhaps it was fate, or maybe just sheer luck he happened to be there that night. What he woke to was a surprise, but the collie accepted it as a normal custom. Waking up as a human? No biggie. With a shrug, he just conjured up a nice pair of clothing--was a tux too fancy? Oh well, he would rather look nice than a mess, and continue wearing the same black and white that he was familiar with. Fingers through his hair, satchel on his shoulder, the male was ready to leave and continue home, shift back in his body when convent (after all, being a human in a town was easier than a dog), when ruckus started happening. Banging and choice words were loud in the floor below, raising the male's curiosity, and expanding his senses, most of them, shown by felt emotions and auras, seemed rather dumbstruck, and listening in to their conversation... He left the room, listening via super senses, but as he walked down the flight of steps and came across the group itself, payed little to no attention. A blonde girl upstairs with a boy, redhead in the room, two other guys who seemed rather confused on how the third knew the others. Hmph. There was something about the boy upstairs that drew a bit more attention, he didn't know why at all. Nevertheless, Sheep walked past them not even sparing a glance. What a strange group. It wasn't just the little boy, but also the blonde. The Sight he always had on, it was a fact he lived with, and he focused on the image of the girl. She was human, but not only. He felt mostly the same way around Kaylee for she claimed to be an archangel, and perhaps she was, but even then. The third of the men downstairs radiated a strong, unearthly aura too, but he was less focused. He let himself locate the blonde with his mind, and attempt to get into her mind, using more of an advantage of surprise, assuming humans didn't have powers, hence why they wouldn't focus on strengthening their mental barriers. "Pardon me for contacting you in this manner, my lady, but who are you?"
//sheep be too formal and emotionless. Casually getting info from the group like "Yolo." So his powers really consist of telepathy, the sight (allowing him to sense the demon/angel in Fawn, and the angel in Cas, along with auras and emotions), super senses, and some free powers x) and while training to be a soothsayer, he actually has books with him about demons and spirits, exorcisms, future/fortune telling, and all that cool stuff, lol
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Post by Pebble on Jul 13, 2016 18:58:38 GMT
Fawn's mind wandered to a new voice in her head. She simply waited for him to stop talking before answering. 'I should be asking the same thing.' Her telepathic voice held warning and threat, as if she would murder him right then and there. It was possible, considering the fact that she could lift him off the ground and send him flying. She didn't know him, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. If she had a tail, it would be lashing dangerously.//le low muse.
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Post by ༺ Kendall ༻ on Jul 14, 2016 4:14:37 GMT
"I'm not sure if the force was my...as you call them "angel buddies"." Castiel confessed with an exasperated tone, raising his hands in air quotes, cobalt optics fixated on emerald. To be true, he wasn't even sure if it was a heavenly force. This was as possibly the work of demons as it was the work of angels. "Even if it was my angelic brethren, I do not understand how or why they would do it. If anything we're less vulnerable in this form." he explained, brows knitted in what you would call flustration. He was both flustered and frustrated. The angel explained the matter with vulnerability because the elephant in the room was clearly that the angels were after them. They were always after them. Castiel was a fallen angel. It was not clear if they were aware of their current state though. They would have taken action by now...wouldn't they have? Now at Sam's inquiry, the angel's expression became even more exasperated-harried even! "I'm not even sure if it is angels..." he confessed, azure visionaries cast towards the cheaply carpeted floor. He knew that this would most likely lead to Dean being...what did he call it...pissed? and Sam busting out a level 999 bitchface, but it was better for them to know than not...right? Three minds were better than one, after all. A clueless angel was not a good sign though.
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