Posts by Quailstar0369

Miles sighed. "Yeah. If only I'd brought some rope." He shrugged. He checked his watch. "We're running out of time. Fast." Without another word, Miles scooted his back legs over the edge of the cliff and waved them around the face of the cliff until he found a foothold. He shuffled back and forth until he found another, and another. He continued to slowly scale the sheer face until he was several meters down. He risked a glance below him. His vision spiraled. Several miles down. It would take minutes to fall that far. Miles scrambled back up. "Okay. Uh, yeah, not gonna work. Waaaa-a-a-aaay to far." He peeked over the edge again. Snow piled in who knows how many feet. "So..." Miles sighed. "What are we to do?"

Miles nearly jumped out of his skin. A threatening looking pistol was trained on his head. Hair draped over most of her face, concealing her features. "Whoa.... Calm down!" He said, holding up his hands. "We aren't looking for trouble. Miles, student at Bullfinch Academy. We are on a mission. Simply looking for a way across the chasm." He cocked an eyebrow. "Do you... Do you know her?" he asked Shatter. He heard a howl. "Who are you?" he prodded further.

[align=center][font=courier]MAN, THAT'S CRAP. YOU ALWAYS HAVE A CHOICE.

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[size=6pt]★ trek

Miles nodded. "Okay. So where do we know y--" He was cut off by a chorus of barking, snarling, and howling. Miles' attention snapped to the desolate plain behind they. A mass of shifting black bodies was thundering towards them at top speed. As they neared, Mile could make out the shapes. Hundreds upon thousands of huge black wolves with leathery black bat wings. Each was the size of a small horse with enormous fangs and massive claws. They snapped their jaws, running as one near the cliff. The first few unleashed their wings as they ran, revealing a fifteen foot span. They didn't stop at the cliff. The black beasts leapt into the air, galloping low over the chasm without a backwards glance. The rest followed in turn, expanding huge wings and soaring off the cliff. "Guys." Miles faced his group. "If I said I had a plan to get across... Would you listen?" He flashed a madman smile. "'Cause I think I solved the problem."

Miles about had a heart attack. He shrieked and sprinted toward the hobbled wolf. He soothed the fallen creature, using methods most half-canines knew. slowly rubbing circles inside the ear was a real sweet spot. He growled. "What are you doing?!" He demanded. Stress and fear were making his emotions extreme... especially anger (like a dog). "That is NOT how you do this. You'd risk injuring the wings, frightening the wolf, and stirring the entire PACK!" He slammed the ice with his fist, shattering the bond. Before the wolf could turn on him or flee, Miles wrapped his arms around its neck and slammed it to the ground. He eased up enough to stare it down. The wolf's eyes darted away, unsure of who was commanding--the strange, puny beast or his alpha. Miles growled and it whined softly, surrendering. Miles clambered atop its back and the wolf rose, agitated and ready to join the flow of wolves. "You. Establish. Dominance." he hissed. "Two can fit on each wolf. Oni, with me." he commanded. "Shatter and Ozara on one. Etc." The pack kept streaming past, showing no signs of ending. "Move quick and single out one to pin." He offered a hand to Oni to pull up behind him.

Dean's heart must've jumped six feet. There was hardly a moment of shock before four hundred pounds of raw emotion slammed him in the chest. His throat constricted. His eyes burned. The ground swayed. Dean stumbled backwards, trying to form a name but unable to make his mouth say what hadn't been said in years. Do I kill him? Do I cry? Dean felt the world collapsing around him. Here he was. That stupid little sh*t who had become so much more than a brother. Who had become a piece of Dean's heart. Who had beaten Dean and escaped with a part of Dean dragging behind. Who's name had tasted so sweet on his tongue. Wrapped in a crinkled shirt and the same blue tie and piercing eyes. Dean ran forward. He slugged Castiel across the jaw so hard, he could've broken a finger. Dean kneed him in the stomach and punched his angel again and again. Before he touched the ground, Dean stooped and clutched Castiel's shirt, holding him up. Three long seconds passed. Dean collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably, arms wrapped around Castiel's neck, clutching him like the world depended on it. He knelt on the ground for a while, just holding the one he'd lost. Finally, he pulled back, tears streaming silently down his face. He took a shaky breath, gripping Castiel's shoulders. "Too long, Cas. I missed you."

Dean swallowed back years of pain. He cleared his throat. It had felt so good to say his name again. "Let's... let's get a drink. Before I beat you to death." His voice quavered, which he despised. Man up. Dean rose on wobbly legs and stumbled to the door. He slumped in the seat of the impala. So many memories rested here, but Dean waved them away. Castiel has returned. Dean was confused above all emotions. He couldn't decide how he felt about this. Another single tear snaked down his cheek.

Miless (Red) Cherokee
Shapeshifter (into any animal)
18, Male
Cropped Hair color of sand, Eyes like bourbon
6'2

Red was walking. Just a normal day. Carrying a garbage bag of enormous balloons filled with icy colt water. A folded red bandana was tied snugly around his head. Black warrior paint patterned his face and chest. He wore camo cargo pants, but no shoes or shirt. He peeked over the crest of the hill and spotted Leaf in the tall grass. He smiled. Carefully lifting a balloon from the bag, he aimed his projectile at Leaf's head, 100 meters away. "Hehehe." Three two one. Red launched his balloon straight at Leaf.

Turtle Tracks

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[size=6pt]★ trek

Dean drove in silence, not sure where he was going, just going. He must've driven for an hour. Sam kept trying to call him. He didn't pick up. Dizzy from emotion, Dean finally pulled over. They were on a strange backroad, surrounded by trees. The moon had risen hight, casting silvery blue light on the impala. He had a few cheap beers in the trunk, which he grabbed and handed to Cas. Dean leaned against his car again. "So." His hands shook from the effort of not punching, strangling, or embracing his angel. "I think I deserve a story."

(No biggie)

Dare smirked. "Did you think I'm so stupid as to be alone?" He left the ominous note of mystery hang in the silence. He leaned against the wall, staring at the girl smugly. In different terms, he might've tried to seduce her. She was very attractive. But Dare didn't think she'd be too eager to * with a guy who'd be killing her brother. Dare found a beer in the kitchen and guzzled down half the bronze liquid before returning to his spot.

Kai squeaked and scuttled backwards. The small orange creature padded up to her and jammed its head into her lag. She stretched a tentative hand out and touched its head. It rumbled in a seemingly friendly way. Kai smiled and continued to stroke it.

(What is xanje? Is it like chicken smoothie?)

"Well..." Dare looked around. "There's a torture room... and... books..." Dare didn't really know. He mostly spent his time outside. "I suppose... we can go hunting. I mean, you are bound to my side... you can't leave." He shrugged. There's a nice lake that bucks hang around. If you so much as threaten me, I will * your sh*t up nice and quick." He finished his beer. "So what'll it be?"

Dean felt an intense feeling of sorrow, regret, and passion. The sorrow of having lost a brother, regret for not being there for his angel, and passion like he felt for... no that couldn't be right. Dean looked up at the star spangled sky. "Cas..." he croaked, "Why would you say that? What made you think that you didn't deserve me? We... We're family, Cas. H*ll, Sammy was doin' a demon and gulpin' down blood--he let Lucifer out of the cage... I kept him, though." He turned to Castiel. "You raised me from h*ll." he whispered, taking off his shirt to the puffy handprint burned in his skin. "I can never repay that." Dean stepped close to Cas, anger burning in his eyes. "Don't you think that you aren't welcome."

Dean got even closer. He could feel Castiel's breath. "I know..." A tear dropped on the collar of his jacket. "You always do." He shook his head sadly. "But Cas, when will you learn? Crowley, the Leviathans, Naomi. Every time... Every time you could've come to Sammy and me. We could've helped. When will you trust us? Trust me?"

Phoenix nodded. "That's great." He strained once more before flopping down. "Tristan and Lucy." he echoed. "Not long, I hope. But h*ll if I know." he replied, though he knew it'd be quite a while. "A few questions: Got any cigaretts 'round her? I'm dying for a smoke. Can somebody please release me, and can somebody show me what's going on in this hellhole?!" Phoenix laughed, covering how angry and frustrated he was.

"Fine," Dare muttered. He led the way out. Creeping through the undergrowth, he shifted into his wolf form. He pushed through a hedge, peking into a bowl-like valley with a small lake at the bottom. A young buck was grazing on the far side.

Dean saw the suffering in Castiel's eyes. It hurt Dean like h-ll. It made it so hard to be angry that Dean just sighed. "Damm-t, Cas," he whispered. Finally he stepped away. Dean was still struggling to figure out the passion and longing that was tingling all across his skin. I don't understand, he thought. I'm not in love with Cas! He's my brother! Dean paced back and forth, trying to decide whether he was mad at himself, disgusted, confused--Dean screamed internally and kicked a tree. "I--DO NOT--AAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Dean chugged another full beer and sat down.

(Who do you want to make the first move and when? Now or in a while?)