Posts by Ghoulstone.

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  • UNTIL I FIX WHAT'S BROKEN | OPEN; DUAL JOINING

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    Dean approached Windclan's border in a silent manner. The demon and his companion Castiel, who was now in his winged domestic feline body(?), had left there home in Graveclan for reasons Dean couldn't explain. He looked behind him to make sure the other male had followed then turned his attention back to their new home. "Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak here to join." The serval called.

  • knock twice when you come / private

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    / sounds good to me


    Dean had almost entirely pushed Graveclan behind him. He no longer cared for his old home, and f it wasn't for the fact that Windclan wasn't an anti-clan, the former leader would have already led a raid on the clan. He supposed he'd have to get used to the non anti-clan vibe, but maybe it would be less stress on him in the end.


    The demon laid in the branches of an old oak tree, his green oculars raked over the many NPCs that roamed through the territory. He hadn't even noticed Castiel behind him on the ground. However, he did indeed wonder how the male was taking to their new home.

  • THE DAY THAT YOU SLIPPED AWAY [o, Crowny at his sister's grave]

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    Dean approached the scene on silent paws. His green orbs swept over the sleeping male, who he figured was mourning by the looks of everything. He knew the feeling all too well, but over the years he learned to force it all away. Quietly, Dean watched from a distance and was obviously not bothered by the pouring rain.

  • LET ME KNOW //open + thunderclanner

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    The brute approached the others with his gaze locked on the stranger. He had no need to speak, and honestly he had no reason to be here but he had nothing better to do.

  • knock twice when you come / private

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    His gaze snapped towards Castiel upon hearing his voice. He hadn't expected the male to show up, nor had he really expected Cas to speak to him either. "I'm fine." He responded blandly before glancing over at the winged male. "I'm doing just fine."

  • PLOT WITH DEAN

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    DEAN WINCHESTER-HARBRINGER-NOVAK He's the son of Serpentine Harbringer(former Bloodclan, Knights of Eden, and Graveclan leader) and Lockedjaw(son of a former Windclan medic). Dean is the former leader of Graveclan, having stepped down due to my own personal reasons. His love interest/boyfriend is Castiel Novak who is a former Platoon Sargent of Valiantclan. Dean's standoffish, avoids emotions almost always, has a temper, and possesses a cold outer shell most of the time. He does care dearly for family and friends, he just has a hard time showing it correctly. He's also very sarcastic, flirty, cocky, and a smartass.


    open to friends, enemies, injury, alcohol, && small plots
    maybe open to capture
    closed to anything not listed, however you can ask/suggest

  • HERE'S TO BEING HUMAN | OPEN MEET & GREET

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    Dean personally hated these things. He disliked social situations and meet & greets were number one on his list. However, the former leader was indeed new to Windclan so he supposed this was necessary. "Meet and greet." The large serval murmured in a grumpy tone.

  • HERE'S TO BEING HUMAN | OPEN MEET & GREET

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    "Nice to meet you." The male said to them all as he allowed a faint half smile to appear on his face. Though it simply looked like the corner of his lips only twitched. "Uh, I stepped down due to personal mental health and ooc reasons." Dean explained with a shrug.

  • for the damaged | private

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    "You seem upset." The silent bastard rumbled as he appeared from God knows where. Servals were naturally silent no matter where they went, bit Dean always seemed to take that to the extreme; he was dangerous. The brute locked his pale green orbs onto the female, simply taking in the sight of her staring at the sky.

  • knock twice when you come / private

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    "CASTIEL!" The former leader roared and darted down the tree as quickly as he could. He rushed over to the fallen angel with fear in his green eyes. "Cas! Cas, get up." Dean rumbled and aimed to nudge him with his nose. He always felt it was his job to protect the winged male, but now he had failed.

  • BRAND NEW CHEVY WITH A LIFTKICK :: open, murder!

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    Dean had no reason to care about any of this. If only he knew his son had done this or knew of his reasoning for doing so. Clearly the kid didn't understanding, but again the serval didn't care. Castiel was the only thing that meant something to him and that's all that mattered.


    His green gaze raked over the dead bodies, however his face showed no signs of any emotions. He simply decided just to stay quiet.

  • for the damaged | private

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    "You didn't answer me properly. " He rumbled blandly. If she asked if he cared, of course he'd say no. Dean didn't care for anything other than Castiel. His pale green orbs locked onto the female as if he was waiting for her to make a wrong move, but there was no emotion within his blank glare. " You haven't seen me before, correct? You can answer your own question. "