I'LL KEEP COMING | joining

[fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 430px; font-family: arial; size: 8pt;][align=justify]▸the scent of smoke drew in the hunter. the amulet hung around his neck bounces slightly against the now healed tattoo on the canine's chest as he slips through the brush towards the source of the smell. light green eyes fall upon the slightly smaller dog as they push more kindling into the fire before them. taking in the nameless dog's appearance, dean can help but quirk his brows at the dark blue paint caked on their face. he didn't even want to know what kind of trouble they were getting into. "alright wallace, let's not set the place on fire," rumbles out the bronze wolf hybrid as he steps out into the clearing.

"don't even have s'mores. you gotta name, man? or a reason for the unsolicited bonfire?" he questions looking at the canine with an expectant look in his eyes. hopefully they were here to join or pass on a message of some sort. even though both oliver and cele had chewed his ass for drinking so much, the hunter had still gotten his hands, or rather paws, on a few bottles last night and was recovering from the hangover that followed this morning.
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[align=justify]GENERAL:
➢dean winchester | dee, dean-o, squirrel | john bonham
➢cisgender male | he/him/they | quietly biromantic/bisexual
➢38 years mentally | born: jan 24 | real time
➢no true clan | ex-honourguard (wc) | hunter
➢currently in westeros | former honourguard of windclan
PHYSICAL: [ ref ]
➢ WOLFDOG HYBRID | physical health: 1oo% | mental health: 2o-4o%
— light green eyes ; bronze pelt ; stands 3 feet at the shoulder ; physically 3 years old
➢wears bronze amulet ref
➢has this tattooed on his chest
POWERS:
➢ flowerprints | molecule manipulation | conjuration | ability to take away pain | character bond with celestialsaint
INTERACTION:
➢ hard mentally | hard physically | advanced training
➢ has a tendency to pick fights | will end said fights
➢ always has some sort of weapon on him
➢ attack in bold #2d511b
➢ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions

[fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 430px; font-family: arial; size: 8pt;][align=justify]▸dean choses to ignore the irritated look on the hound's face at his nickname. if the dude didn't want people to make jabs at the face paint, they shouldn't be wearing it. however, the hunter does roll his eyes at their mention of it being an honor to be the man. great. it's bad enough i'm living a pg game of thrones but now there's a scottish knight wannabe.

light green orbs track the wolfhound's shift in position before they offer up a name. macbeth. jesus christ. perhaps now there was going to be a fight for the throne here in westeros. he sure as hell wouldn't be surprised with the number of fictional characters running around here. "dean winchester." the hunter replies fighting off the urge to snort. god this universe would never fail to amuse him.

at the remark of fire being beautiful, the hunter would quirk up his brows one more. "people are going to get the wrong impression if you keep saying shit like that. what's your business out here anyways? you joining or passing through?"
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[align=justify]GENERAL:
➢dean winchester | dee, dean-o, squirrel | john bonham
➢cisgender male | he/him/they | quietly biromantic/bisexual
➢38 years mentally | born: jan 24 | real time
➢no true clan | ex-honourguard (wc) | hunter
➢currently in westeros | former honourguard of windclan
PHYSICAL: [ ref ]
➢ WOLFDOG HYBRID | physical health: 1oo% | mental health: 2o-4o%
— light green eyes ; bronze pelt ; stands 3 feet at the shoulder ; physically 3 years old
➢wears bronze amulet ref
➢has this tattooed on his chest
POWERS:
➢ flowerprints | molecule manipulation | conjuration | ability to take away pain | character bond with celestialsaint
INTERACTION:
➢ hard mentally | hard physically | advanced training
➢ has a tendency to pick fights | will end said fights
➢ always has some sort of weapon on him
➢ attack in bold #2d511b
➢ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions

With both the scent of smoke and the low rumble of far-off voices, Meg was drawn to the canines. She was mostly bored, what with nothing to do around Westeros at the moment, however there was a small twinge of curiosity. Padding closer, a somewhat familiar smell hit her nose. She didn't sniff people when she was a demon in human form, but the scent was familiar nonetheless. With narrowed eyes, Meg came up from around the rock where the fire was started.

What laid before her was two dogs; the slightly smaller of the two had weird-ass blue paint on his face while the larger one looked disinterested yet amused. The scene caused her to raise an eyebrow. What really drew her in, though, was the names the both of them went by.

"Well, well, well," she began, purring, "Macbeth and Dean Winchester." The black feline honestly didn't think she'd see anyone with those names any time soon. It was strange this was actually a possibility. She slunk forward so that she was standing closer to them, the fire ever-so-slightly casting shadows on their bodies. How long had Dean been here in Westeros? Or was he even a member?

Before she made any inquiries about the hunter, she glanced over to Macbeth, her eyes now filled completely with curiosity. "Name's Meg," she murmured, a lopsided grin appearing on her face. She decided she would listen to his answers to Dean's questions before asking any of her own. She could save all that breath to torment the Winchester with.

Myrthia was pacing the border in an attempt to clear her head was a familiar voice made her ears perk up and made a a grin spread across her muzzle. She had a rough day; little to no sleep, her shoulder hurt for some reason and she hadn't had much luck getting a filling meal. All of that changed when she heard Meg's voice though. if anyone could make her happy and lighten her spirits, it was that little ex-demon. The silver fox picked up her pace and trotted toward the source of the noise. More than just meg here...maybe there is a newcomer? her smile widened. Oh, how she did love meeting new people! She came into view and saw the group conversing. she slowed down a little as to not seem rushed and surprising.
"Hello, Meg! And hello. . .others. Oh goodness, I'm so sorry. I don't happen to know either of you, or your names. Are you both new?" Two new people?at the same time? No way. Well, they can't both be new, and she hadn't met everyone in Westeros yet. But they were new to her and that's what matters. Her tail swished with excitement and her paws pricked.
"Oh! My name is Myrthia by the by."

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Looks like he was making another appearance. The black stag appeared from the snow covered forest, obviously attracted by the smoke. He had thought it was the Cartellians causing trouble again and upon arrival, his question wasn't really answered. The canine named Macbeth who sat in front of a fire looked suspicious to say the least. The wolfhound wasn't quickly or explicitly stating their business so it was simple for Dominus to assume the worst. And since their intentions were unknown, the behemoth of a stag would stand off to the shadows with his pale blue eyes locked on the newcomer in silence. There was no need for his words yet.
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[center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 428px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 8pt]There were so many people here that he didn't know, but then again, what did he expect? Snorting softly to himself, the creature would saunter over, eyeing the fire curiously. He preferred to linger in the shadows at a time like this, but even he knew the usefulness of fire. But it wasn't a beautiful thing- it was... "Destructive. Not beautiful," the creature would rumble indifferently, as he took a seat towards the back. Once he was seated, he would stretch himself out, and lay his cranium on his paws. Before he closed his eyes, however, he'd introduce himself. "I'm Breakinghalos, or just Prince."
[spoiler= ➢ he has a jet black heart full of empty space]
all opinions ic / side character / speaking
GENERAL:
➢ Breakinghalos Varco Schmidt | "PRINCE"
➢ Reincarnation of the Egyptian god Set
➢ Genderfluid | Mostly uses male pronouns
➢ Physically 11 months | Immortal
➢ Generic god of chaos & bad memes
➢ Member of Westeros
APPEARANCE:
➢ SHA CREATURE [birth] | health: 100%
— Black sha creature with a long thin forked tail. He has dark blue eyes with grey streaks ; below his left eye is the Amenta symbol in red. He wears a noose around his neck, black stud in his left ear, & an ankh bracelet on his left paw.
➢ DOMESTIC FELINE | health: 100%
— White feline with blue-grey eyes. He has the same symbol on this body, and he wears a red-blue headband. Reference.
RELATIONS:
➢ Pansexual | Homoromantic | Polyamorous
➢ ½ of no
➢ Deutschland x Feliciano

Myrthia smiled as she walked toward the fire and sat down. She looked at the wolfhound with curiosity. she then asked, "Why don't you tell more about yourself? I mean, just so I can get a grasp as to why you started a fire upon arriving. N-not that I mind or anything!" She became flustered. She didn't want to come across as being nosey and judgmental, which is what happens when welcoming and inquisitive goes wrong.

[fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 420px; font-family: arial; size: 8pt;][align=justify]▸he'd know that voice anywhere. biting back the low growl threatening to bubble up in his throat, the hunter would stand up a little bit straight as he turns to look back at the sleek feline. last time he'd seen the demon she's taken a blade to the chest for the brothers, courtesy of crowley, but hell if he was going to be buddy-buddy with her, that was sam's job so to speak, or it would be if the other hunter was still around.

gritting his teeth, the hunter would watch as the demon goes to introduce herself to the wallace-wannabe just a fox appears asking about both him and macbeth. so much for leaving right away. casting one last glance at meg, the bronze canine would turn to myrthia with a slightly forced smile. "dean. i'm not a member, just a guest," the hunter grunts out as another one of oliver's clanmates appears just in time for the wolfhound's explanation, to which dean would quirk his brows upwards. oh, so now you share. asshole. it didn't help the dude wanted to be a thane. game of thrones meets shakespeare -the ticket box is gonna be sold out for this one.

giving his head a slight shake, the hunter would simply look over towards breakinghalos/prince -what the hell was with these people's names?- before sidestepping to make room for the new additions. normally this was where he'd take his leave -joinings weren't his cup of tea- but this one seemed promising. not to mention he was a bit wary of meg's presence. light green eyes flick towards the dark feline before jumping back on myrthia as she tries to dive deeper into this macbeth's background. this ought to be good. swear to god, if this dude starts reciting shakespeare he's going to lose his shit. it's bad enough the skywalkers are running around with their galactic drama, now the living figment of a poet's imagination is playing william wallace and hosting bonfires.
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[spoiler=➢ i ain't no angel | updated 1/25] [center]all opinions ic / active / pm for plots
[align=justify]GENERAL:
➢dean winchester | dee, dean-o, squirrel | john bonham
➢cisgender male | he/him/they | quietly biromantic/bisexual
➢38 years mentally | born: jan 24 | real time
➢no true clan | ex-honourguard (wc) | hunter
➢currently in westeros | former honourguard of windclan
PHYSICAL: [ ref ]
➢ WOLFDOG HYBRID | physical health: 1oo% | mental health: 2o-4o%
— light green eyes ; bronze pelt ; stands 3 feet at the shoulder ; physically 3 years old
➢wears bronze amulet ref
➢has this tattooed on his chest
POWERS:
➢ flowerprints | molecule manipulation | conjuration | ability to take away pain | character bond with celestialsaint
INTERACTION:
➢ hard mentally | hard physically | advanced training
➢ has a tendency to pick fights | will end said fights
➢ always has some sort of weapon on him
➢ attack in bold #2d511b
➢ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions

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Joining, right. It was obvious but Dominus was always suspicious. He was the type who wouldn't even trust his mother after all. What a fucking douche. But anyway, the stag would offer a slight nod to the wolf before he finally spoke. "Welcome to Westeros," he began, his attitude the same as before; aloof as fuck, "I am Dominus Bolton, it's a pleasure." Was it though? Not really. The Bolton wasn't the social type anyway but there was a need to make a few more allies just in case something 'happened'.

Taking note of their 'guest's uncomfortability with the female called Meg, the cervid would continue with a question directed to their newcomer, "and is there any specific reason that you chose Westeros?"
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Ah, so now it was her two worlds colliding. The one she built as a cat and the one she lived as a demon. Fun. She nodded her head towards Mryth in response to her greeting before listening to her fox friend inquire the wolfhound. She always seemed curious. The feline then glanced back to Dean, watching him tense slightly and only looking her for a second or two. Inching towards him, Meg raised an eyebrow. "Aww, Dean, no 'hello'?" she asked, gazing at him from head to paws. This could be considered sizing up or just admiring.

As she stood there idly, her ears fell back a bit in concentration. He was just a visitor? Why the hell would you just visit other clans? Her dark eyes went back up to him, now a bit of confusion mixed in with her mocking stare. "Where do you live? Oh, no, don't tell me, did you, Sammy, and Clarence all band together once more? It's a shame you left me out. Again."

A deep voice then surprised her. She hadn't heard this guy before. Turning her head, she saw Dominus. Her whiskers twitched as she gazed at him, taking note of his last name, before turning her attention back to the joiner.

//rushed

Myrthia smiled, knowing she hadn't made the newcomer uncomfortable. Her ears twitched and her smile faltered after the hunter introduced himself to her. She recalled past conversations with Meg about this used-to-be man. "Dean? Meg spoke fondly of you and your brother. It's quite an honor to meet the hero of so many tales," She moved her tail from it'seems extended position at her side and nodded her head towards the now empty spot. "Come, sit," She smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting the flames; even with the hot danger next to her, she still gave off an aura of safety and intesne good. She turned back to Macbeth with the same smile and kindness, "that's interesting! You like to hunt? Maybe you could teach me how to sometime. I never really learned. Where I came from, we weren't allowed to learn any soils that could endanger our masters. I don't know how hunting could endanger a bear, but," She let out a small laugh and she shook her head, trailing off as she spoke, "sorry, nostalgia is getting to me. But enough about me. Back to you,"

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So they claimed to be a good warrior yet deserted their homeland. That thought would have caused the stag to raise a brow but alas, he didn't have. But this Macbeth was an 'interesting' character, there were a few others like them in Westeros, after all, it seemed like these types flocked to their lands.

"You're correct," the cervid would reply coolly to the canine's borderline aggressive remark. The statement uttered by Macbeth gave it away. The way the other male stated it insinuated something else. Secrets, there were obviously secrets. Why Westeros? Types like the wolfhound came for power, yes? Maybe comparing them to Fortinbras was a stretch but there were similarities, at least from the recent past.

But the idea of secrets lead the stag to regard his first mental pondering about them. Why would a good warrior desert their home? Perhaps Macbeth had a none too pleasant past that caused them to leave Scotland? Maybe a murder cover up gone afoul? It would be his first guess as he had gone through quite a successful one himself. Oh the possibilities. Dominus would enjoy this guessing game. And though, the canine was rather guarded, perhaps they would regard each other as allies later. Fate was fickle and seemed to bring all the murderers together, now, if Macbeth was one. It would be unconfirmed for now.

He took note of the two women once more as they spoke. The blunter one, Meg, seemed to be pushing that Dean character for whatever reason. Former lovers? Who knows? The stag wouldn't ask. Now wasn't the time and it wasn't in his particular interest. As for the Myrthia girl, Dominus read her as either extremely amiable or flirty towards their newest member. Women were much more difficult to gauge, he found them more volatile then his sex.

"I bid you farewell, Macbeth," the cervid would finally speak again. With that stated, the behemoth of a creature would seemingly disappear into the shadows of trees casted by the fire once more.

/dying b/c Macbeth was actually one of my fav plays. forgive my nerd references
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[fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 430px; font-family: arial; size: 8pt;][align=justify]▸bolton? wasn't that house suppose to be extinct? maybe it was just a family name thing, who knew how this went along with the show/books. whatever, it didn't matter, or at least it wasn't relevant to dean. light green eyes wander back to the stag as they ask why he was here. well, i totally f*cked up and got piss drunk before getting my ass dragged back here by ollie doesn't sound like the best first impression. visiting friends? visiting friends. "a friend convinced me to stay a few days," the hunter replies after a moment. no one needed the details, especially not meg.

the bronze canine lets out an annoyed huff at the remark. we weren't exactly buddy-buddy. flicking his gaze momentarily over the feline, dean would refocus on meg's gaze before answering her latter questions. why the hell she'd think he'd tell her were he was camping out was beyond him but he didn't have a set answer for her anyways. shadowclan went bust since escaflowne disappeared with sam's soul/body/whatever the f*ck had happened. "living on the road and can't say we've missed ya but luckily for you no." cass had been mysteriously m.i.a. since dean first showed up. the dude blows in, makes some comment about how barbaric the place is and then disappears to leave him and sammy to deal with the shit storm that soon followed. thanks asshat. not to mention, sam got himself locked up and god only knows how dean's going to fix this one. nope. it was a one-man show from here on out it looked like. awesome.

turning his attention to myrthia, dean's brows would quirk up in a questioning manner. fondly? that's a stretch, he thinks to himself with an amused huff. green orbs flick towards meg in curious manner before turning back to the fox with a shake of his head. "i'm no hero, sweetheart. i don't know what meg's been telling you but she missed some details" hero his ass. if he was really a hero sam would still be here. hell, they might still be back in windclan, maybe even riverclan or some shit like that rather than dean being forced to go solo. hell, sam would still be here if he was hero. it was his fault sammy was gone and the last thing he needed to be hearing is whatever bullshit meg spewed out to lead storytime with the group.

hearing the offer for a seat, the canine would give his head a shake. yeah no, he didn't need to listen to any of the crap this macbeth was about to share around the campfire like this was summer camp. "thanks but no thanks, i've got a friend's bar to raid," dean announces before following the bolton's lead and disappearing back into the territory.
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[align=justify]GENERAL:
➢dean winchester | dee, dean-o, squirrel | john bonham
➢cisgender male | he/him/they | quietly biromantic/bisexual
➢38 years mentally | born: jan 24 | real time
➢no true clan | ex-honourguard (wc) | hunter
➢currently in westeros | former honourguard of windclan
PHYSICAL: [ ref ]
➢ WOLFDOG HYBRID | physical health: 1oo% | mental health: 2o-4o%
— light green eyes ; bronze pelt ; stands 3 feet at the shoulder ; physically 3 years old
➢wears bronze amulet ref
➢has this tattooed on his chest
POWERS:
➢ flowerprints | molecule manipulation | conjuration | ability to take away pain | character bond with celestialsaint
INTERACTION:
➢ hard mentally | hard physically | advanced training
➢ has a tendency to pick fights | will end said fights
➢ always has some sort of weapon on him
➢ attack in bold #2d511b
➢ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions