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Posts by Castiel —
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel was getting used to being mortal, he supposed. In fact, he was beginning to enjoy it. Being a warrior of SunClan, with no ties to heaven, his only duties being to hunt and fight and take care of his clanmates... it was refreshing, despite the possibility of death lurking around every corner and the irritating mundane activities he had to complete daily in order to stay alive. Having just been out on a rather successful hunt, the former angel decided that he would take a walk, maybe wade in the ocean a little bit to cool down. He moved out of camp at a leisurely pace, but quickly found himself slowing to a stop, his nose twitching and his eyes narrowing in suspicion. He smelled something... out of place, but what, exactly, he couldn't tell. "Who's there?" he called, voice gruff, continuing to walk at a slow pace.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]heyo maybe cas can be the one he tells the secret to? :0
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just want someone to publicly capture and torture my sunclanner
I'm fine with you doing anything, just nothing too permanent or deadly (loss of limbs, loss of eyesight, etc.).
after the torture, your character can either drop him off at the sunclan border or he can escape, up to you. c:
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]that's fine yo !! the two are actually p close to the sam eage, and blind is v much bigger
should we just go right to the torture thread and assumed cas was knocked out?? :0
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]public would be gr8 ~
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel didn't remember much from his capture - one moment he was on a walk, alone, the next there was a bright flash of light and he had been rendered unconscious. His head was throbbing; the bustle of camp met his ears as he awoke. Was he back in SunClan..? With a groan he sat up, the chains tugging at his wrists. His blue eyes flickered open, and he found himself glaring up into Blindfold's gaze. His expression reflected his hatred once he realized where he was. "Exiles," he growled simply, "What do you want of me?"
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel's head was still pounding. His gaze flitted over the slowly-gathering Exilers - some of them were surprisingly young. He looked back up at Blindfold with an unwavering blue gaze, jaw clenched. He tugged at his chains, but to no avail; they simply clanged together at his pull. As his captor spoke, Cas turned away. "I will not tell you anything," he muttered; luckily he'd been taught how to hold up under torture from a very young age.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]It was normal for Castiel to take walks, especially during the quiet hours of night, in which he still wasn't yet used to sleeping. This time, however, was different. His scent trail idled and then completely disappeared near the border, where it mingled with that of an Exiler. All that remained of the former angel was a small pool of scarlet blood.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]heyo track
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel took the blow to the face; he didn't really have any other choice, after all. Light danced across his vision, and he was thrown back, sent sprawling across the ground until the chains yanked on his forelegs and he was stopped, lying on his side. The pain left him to writhe in the dirt for a moment, his crimson blood staining the ground. And yet he staggered to his paws, fixating his captor with an angry glare, breathing heavily. "I would not say that it's for nothing," he muttered back.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]yes!! who makes? c:
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel dipped his head in a very very very rushed post like holy crap.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]track while i sift through all of this !
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]A voice prompted the angel to look up, baby blue eyes fixating on Dean. He looked much larger, when he was all alert and conscious like that. In hell, he'd been a half-dead mess. It was a strange contrast. Castiel cleared his throat, simply examining Dean with his usual squinty gaze and emotionless expression for a moment or two longer. Then he stood, tail bobbing behind him. "I am Castiel," he responded simply, "An angel." A beat of silence. "I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."
had to throw that line in there lmao
also sorry for inactivity!! i was grounded ;0
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]hi!! um basically i want to do a plot where cas becomes fatally ill and has like,, a month or something to live
basically this'll cause a lot of angst and also prompt him to go look for his grace hehe
i need someone to figure out that he's terminally ill so anyone with medical experience can help!! idk what he'd have - cancer, maybe?
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel had been keeping to himself for the past few days or so - most of the week had been spent sleeping. It wasn't something he could help; he'd caught a cold, and, having only been mortal for a little less than a month, he didn't take it so well. But the former angel was beginning to feel better, so he found himself sitting in the middle of camp, squinting against the harsh sunlight. Beside him sat a fresh box of pizza - where he'd gotten it was a mystery. He'd been reading up on how to 'socialize,' and he found that many mortals grew more friendly when there was good food present.
"Um... meet and greet," Cas called, a bit awkwardly. "I-I've also brought pizza. To share."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]TRACK FN
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]yells highkey track!! tysm for the votes guys cc:
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