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    Another one on their list to investigate. "WindClan," Wolf muttered, his muzzle wrinkling up as he glanced over the landscape. They had been here before, hunting on the trail of one they had corrected before. The dark spirit snorted as he moved forward, leaving Lamb as he traveled ahead slightly. "Seems like this place is a haven for them. If there was more than two of us, I say we could probably just drop someone permanently in this group to keep an eye on things."


    The other masked spirit, the one known as Lamb, couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "Ever so efficient, dear Wolf." They passed through the foliage unseen until they came to the border. Both paused there, their ethereal forms shimmering, as if on the border of immateriality. "I suppose now we wait and see if they come willingly." Lamb settled down on an outcropping of rock as Wolf peered around, pacing restlessly.

  • [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:390px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]dean was in the middle of leaving the clan when he stumbled across the two spirits. sammy was already settled in to their newest clan so dean saw it best to slip back in to make sure they didn't leave anything behind. it was silly, the hunter had done a thorough sweep of his own cabin but sam's was another story. damn moose left behind all of his empty bottles and dean didn't need anyone to see that. sam would be fine, dean? not so much.


    as the golden wolfdog made his way back to the border to make his final departure the sound of two voices caught his attention. he really shouldn't be nosing into someone else's sh*t, it was bad enough the winchesters left without warning aside from three sh*tty notes left behind by dean -one a death threat if you looked at it the right way. in retrospect it was stupid of the hunter to investigate but these people or whatever the hell they were sounded like no good and he still had family here dammit. he couldn't walk away with this dark feeling creeping up his spine. unknowingly, dean happened to be the exact person the two strangers were looking for.


    "i hate to budge in but can i help you?" inquires the hunter as he approaches the two spirit-like beings. well f*ck, this couldn't be good and here he was without his salt. god he was an idiot. reaching back for his blade, the hunter would come to a halt about a foot or two away from the odd duo with his eyes narrowed suspiciously.


    //pax you're free to do whatever
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    What weird strangers, standing at the border just casually speaking to each other, she didn't even bother mentioning their almost ghostly appearance. Lit would come over and stand close by but not close to were she was in anyone's personal space. Littlespirit didn't say anything since it basically had been said already. So for now she would just wait for them to answer the question.


    'telepathy' ' thinking'


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    Takumi didn't like the looks of these two. Then again, he never really liked the looks of anyone. He approached slowly, a quizzical expression painted across his youthful features. He'd caught Lamb's last words to his counterpart; who was 'they'? His confusion quickly turned to irritation, and he frowned, tail tip twitching. The boy idled near Dean, caramel gaze sweeping over the two. "Hey, you guys know that you're practically standing on WindClan territory, yeah? So either state your name and business, or go have this conversation somewhere else," he would huff. He was itching to pull out his bow, but he wouldn't. Not yet, anyway. It remained slung over one shoulder.
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    Trotting forward, the pregnant female sat back and tilted her head.


    thinking - speaking


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    At the sight of Sam approaching them, Wolf couldn't help but let out a small laugh. There was a dry chuckle from his jaws as he ran a blue tongue over his teeth. "Speak of the devil, little Lamb, and he shall come," he remarked lowly towards his companion as he stalked away from the paler ethereal form. Unfortunately, he noted that the target was joined by more members of WindClan. This was probably not going to end so well with others around, but they would do their job--do their best to do their job, as they always have done.


    "Dean Winchester," Wolf rumbled, letting out the name in a throaty growl as he ignored the other WindClanners around. Lamb thought he should make an effort to address the others' questions, but seeing that Wolf was getting straight to business, he should go along with it as well. The lighter spirit merely directed his attention towards Dean, although he was keeping an eye on the others just in case they tried to pull anything.


    "You do not belong here--not in this universe," the black phantom wolf continued. "So--let me give you the choice--would you like to be corrected the easy way, or the hard way?"

  • [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:390px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]dean's eyes would narrow at the laugh. cocky b*stards weren't they? how great it would be to sink this blade into both of their throats and watch as their spirits dissolved. nothing was better than killing something who's ego was bigger than their bite. however, that didn't mean dean was completely at ease, far from it actually. the number of 'civilians' who had arrived was a bit unnerving to the hunter. sure he'd killed before in front of normal folk but not the people he lived with. thankfully no kids were here, not yet at least and he could only hoped it stayed that way until the spirits either passed through or passed on if you got what he meant.


    as the wolf states his name, the wolf-hybrid would shift to position himself between the two spirits and the rest of his clanmates. obviously these creatures had beef with him and not the group as a whole. surprise, surprise, wonder what he'd done to p*ss them off. light green eyes would flick between the two in a wary manner as the wolf begins to speak. he didn't belong here? well no sh*t sherlock, dean would bet his soul that half the people here were originally from some other universe -not literally of course. "you two sure know how to make a guy feel welcomed," grunts out the dog letting a mischievous look flint across his features for a moment glancing between the two. it wasn't until the phantom wolf's next comment that the look was dropped in favor of a more serious one. adjusting his grip on his blade, the hunter would prepare himself for what surely would unfurl into a fight before answering.


    "if you know who i am then you should know that it's always the hard way," dean replies letting his lips curl up into a slight smirk. they were just spirits, what was the worst that could happen?
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    "What...?" he didn't belong in this universe? That not only sounded completely weird but confusing too. Lit stayed where she was and just stared between Dean and the two strangers with the weird names. From one look she could guess they were going to fight and she wasn't looking forward to it. Little may be oblivious to some stuff that was said, but she wasn't stupid that she couldn't figure out what was likely to happen. "Uh, can you two...not do anything violent or of the sort, please?" maybe if she asked nicely nothing would happen, but it seemed like that wouldn't really work, she had to try.


    'telepathy' ' thinking'


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    Takumi narrowed his eyes. Yeah, now would probably be a good time to arm himself. He took a few steps back and slowly pulled out his bow, caramel optics narrowed. What the hell were they rambling on about? Dean? Not from this universe? Obviously - lots of people here came from different realms, for whatever reason. Takumi himself was from a completely foreign realm. Was that really a good reason to... to correct someone?


    It didn't matter. Takumi drew his lips back into a snarl. His bow remained pointed at the ground in an untheatening way - he would only fight if it was initiated by these strangers. "This is your chance to walk away," he told Wolf and Lamb. "Touch Dean or anyone else here and get an electric arrow straight to the brain. Got it?" Did these guys even have brains? Huh.
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    Kate was stumped. None of this made any sense to her at all. But she wasint about to struggle to try and figure it out for herself. Dean seemed to have a lot of people that knew him; whether it was because of his business or because of all the clans he traveled to. She wondered how many people considered Dean an enemy. Despite this being none of her business, she would stick around in case things got out of hand. Her apprentice and father where here, and she did not want either of them getting hurt. And so the small sized canine sat beside Cherviltea and frowned, watching in silence.
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    "Are your here to hurt Dean?" inquired the white-furred wolf pup as she slipped over to the group of her clanmates, squeezing her way up to the front to set her confused golden optics on the interesting pair of masked strangers who seemed far too interested in Dean. "You can't..." murmured Victorianpup, her nose scrunching slightly, "I mean... Not without risking making Windclan your enemy." Were these two really going to go through an entire clan for one person?
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    Lamb preferred not to involve others in the WindClan that the target had mired itself in. These Clans--they were definitely troublesome in the fact that they believed in defending their community. While Wolf was grinning and thinking about sinking his teeth into the WindClanner target, Lamb turned towards the other WindClanners, his voice apologetic, as he hoped to address all of their inquiries and responses with something quick and simple. "WindClanners, this is not your quarrel," he remarked. "It is as the laws of the world dictates..." Maker knows how many laws were broken these days, but Lamb and Wolf's job was to correct those of universe-hopping crimes. Other things, such as escaping death, were Death's domain and its own problem to care about.


    "CHASE!" Wolf howled in victory. This hunt was his, or at least, he would have the priority pick of the target over lamb. The others' threats were ignored--being spirits, it wasn't like they could do much, and if they could--the duo known as Aeternum was, as their name suggests, were eternal as long as this universe existed. They would come back. "I hope you have strong legs, Dean Winchester. RUN!"


    The ethereal wolf lunged forward in a rush of shadows and flickering blue, jaws open to tear the soul out of Dean's body. Seeing that his companion had gone after the target, Lamb raised the heavy bow, drawing the string back so that it kissed the mask on his face. A long glowing white arrow appeared in the trace of the fluid movement.


    // small plot idea to make this more exciting--perhaps Dean manages to defeat them this time, but they come back after him again in another thread? or would you like the little pocket-dimension exile to happen now?

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    well dean was a f*cking idiot, what the hell was he doing holding the f*cking demon-killing knife against two spirits. good thing sam wasn't here he supposed. not to mention, these two goons might try to add sammy to their list and that was the last thing dean needed to be worrying about right now. as bonnie and clyde turn their attention to the other windclanners, the hunter would slip the knife back into its health before whipping out a knife dean knew for sure would work against these damn things if this universe followed the 'supernatural laws' of his own. it wouldn't kill the b*stards but it sure as hell would get him some time to get them away from the camp and figure out how to actually kill them. finding the bones of a wolf and lamb didn't sound as easy as identifying a human person and finding their grave. dean sure as hell wasn't about to resolve their unfinished business since his death seemed to be part of it. haunted object? he sure as hell wasn't going to find it anytime soon if these guys were on his *ss but maybe the iron would be stronger here? give him more than a few minutes to get his sh*t together and gank the sons of b*tches.


    at the wolf's howl, the hunter would find himself automatically crouching in a defensive position. "how ironic is this?" the wolfdog would mutter under his breath. dean winchester didn't run -well, not when he was being chased by ghosts- he was a professional ghostbuster goddammit, compared to the other hunts he hunted holding these two would be easy to hold off until he figured something out. keeping his eyes locked on the phantom canine, the hybrid would watch as the wolf lunges towards him. christ! chuck, this better f*cking worse otherwise i'm going to look like a f*cking idiot. hey, if he got out of this maybe he should host a story time since everyone wouldn't know he wasn't bat sh*t crazy when it came to his job.


    when the wolf lunges forward, dean would force himself to wait a moment before diving to the side out of the other mortalhunter's path before aiming to stab the wolf in the side with the iron blade. just once, don't f*ck me over. some extra time to figure out what the hell worked on these world-law-enforcers would be great because something told dean chuck wasn't about to blow in and save his *ss like they had from michael. not that he minded, he could hold his own.
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    // apologies for the very late reply! the past week has been rather busy for me


    The more they interacted, the more they learned about their prey. This one was nimble and Wolf let out a loud laugh as he felt the blade slice through something that was more spirit that corporeal. The shadowy wisps that formed his body parted slightly, revealing tatters of blue, fading from the palest sky blue to the deep of twilight, that twisted constantly in the amalgam of black ethereal wisps that shaped him. "Blood's been drawn, little Lamb," he called towards his companion. The injury didn't faze him too much and only ignited what appeared to be a burning blaze in glowing blue eyes. "That's more like it. The chase is the best part."


    Wolf twisted about before attempting another attack towards Dean. Meanwhile, Lamb had nocked an arrow to his bow, attention trained on Dean. While he let Wolf continue the fight, Lamb was ready with back-up in case the other spirit messed up--which he sometimes did in his exuberance.

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    // hey would you rather no one interferes with this fight??




    Vader was attracted to violence like a moth to a flame. So this, attracted him, too. And upon seeing Victorianpup present, Vader moved forward, aiming to pick her up and pull her away from the danger.
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    [don't worry about it + probably no interference but it's up to pax c: ]


    slightly dilated pupils would track the spirit's form as it slowly pulls itself back together. okay, so iron does something. it wasn't as effective as dean would have hoped but it wasn't a deep cut. high hopes right? the blade did something which meant dean wasn't completely f*cked. it was just a matter of figuring out if he slices completely through the spirit if it would temporarily banish them. he couldn't exactly get into a fist fight with them now could he?


    the hunter would side-eye lamb as his immediate opponent makes a smug remark. b*stard was enjoying this weren't they? the two didn't seemed to be too fazed by his attack which meant he was either totally f*cked or they were bluffing. chuck, he hoped they were bluffing. before dean could think about it, he found himself scrambling to get out of wolf's way as they twist around and make a move at him. still facing the spirit, dean would notice that the one his attacker called Lamb had an arrow trained on him and something told him they were a good shot.


    "funny, cause i'm not running yet," snarls out the hunter with a lash of his tail. dean was going down with his blade in hand. he wasn't about to turn tail and flee because two vengeful spirits wanted to duke it out. not to mention, they'd find him sooner or later if they were legitimately on his *ss and not here to stir up some trouble. by this point, he was pretty sure these two would find him at one point. word traveled fast around here.


    keeping a single eye trained on lamb, the hunter would dive at wolf again, doing his best to avoid their teeth. seemed like a good idea since they'd probably use their mouth to detach his soul from his body. ripping it out with a paw seemed a bit mundane at this point and if they had a spell or whatever for it they would have done it already.