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❛ DEAN WAS NOT A SEASONED FIGHTER, nor had he ever had to fight for his life, but he was a survivor. he adapted and rose to every occasion, and somehow--in spite of everything--he managed to live every time he did something reckless. even as he was sorely outmatched, he fought the goblins with bare fists and anything he could pick up. he smashed their skulls in with stones, and blocked their heavy blows with the shields he picked off the ground. it was times like these that he was grateful for being half-wolf because that extra strain of strength made every punch do a bit more damage than it should. he thought he was doing pretty well until he faltered. the pain was slow to enter his body, but when it finally registered, dean turned his head and found the spearhead of a lance sticking straight out of his shoulder, the attacker likely behind him. he gasped, his hands grabbing the spearhead with a pained cry to try and pull it out of his body forward, failing to do much else but bleed out.

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deadmxn-wxlking:

The last thing that Samuel could remember before waking up was dying. He had been dying. Drawing in his last few gasps of breath as his only working lung started to collapse in on itself. He felt his chest burn and pain break out in his head his brain needed air he was no longer able to pull into his body. He’d been hold someones hand and Witch. There was a Witch. Chanting and trying to help him… Help him die? Help him live? Samuel didn’t know. He didn’t know a lot. 

He sat up and there was this loud, horrible buzzing in his ears. Looking around, he noted that he was in a tent. Dressed in clothing he hadn’t been wearing before. Back when he was dying. What the hell was going on? He pushed a hand into his hair as a shrill scream ripped through his brain. He flinched and scrambled on to his feet, running out of the tent. He took off like a bat out of hell. He could hear more screaming, smell blood, and fire and- His foot caught something and he was sent spinning, head over heel, before hitting the ground in a hard stop. 

Pushing himself up, Sam looked around. What the hell had he just woken up to? Goblins? He looked around and watched one of them grab a what looked like a dragon-born and just rip it in half. Where the hell was he? Sam swallowed and backed up trying to get his feet under him but it didn’t happen. Not before one of his legs was grabbed and he was hauled into the air upside down by a Goblin. “Holy fuck…” Sam breathed as the creature looked him over. Without thinking about it, Sam shoved his hand into the Goblins eye and the creature roared tossing Sam down. This time he did get his feet under him. But the Goblin had feet too and he was right behind Sam. 

❛ DEAN HAD NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS. there was blood everywhere, and no matter where he looked or who he turned to, death was quick to follow. it was a miracle the half-wolf was still alive, though he was just barely managing to get by on strokes of luck. in one hand he had a shoddy shield that he had picked off a dead guard, his other hand holding what looked like a crudely-made spear that he had also looted off a goblin’s corpse. he didn’t know how to hold either of these weapons, but adrenaline made for one hell of a motivator when he was charging through a swarm of goblins. when he saw some guy get tossed by one of the bigger goblins and scramble around helplessly, dean jumped in without thinking. he plunged the spearhead into the goblin’s chest from behind, letting go of the lance when he felt the goblin’s weight tip it to the front. “the fuck are you doing! run!” he yelled at the other male, grabbing onto the other human’s sleeve to try and drag his weight with him.

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Goblin Attack

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casterwillxcaleb:

It was times like this Caleb showed how truly terrifying he was. Eyes luminous and bright, he held his hand forward, the white blue  magic of his wards, flaring up and capturing the goblins who dared show to themselves in front of him. Crushing them into the ground, with a savagery that he did not normally have. Bones and blood splattering against the walls of his magic. 

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he saw the carnage. Dead pets everywhere. It broke his heart. Devastated, these innocent lives were snuffed out. For what? For the pride of barbarian people. As much as he wanted to forgive these creatures. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was his duty to end their lives. At the least it would protect more pets from senseless carnage. 

He sighed as another being charged out of the bushes to him and he held out his hand, flash boiling the blood in his veins. A painful, but quick death. It was over before the goblin knew what had happened. In the pile of dead he sensed a life, and he moved quickly to unbury the body from the death surrounding it. “It’s ok. I’t alright. I am a doctor and a healer. I can help you.” 

❛ DEAN JOLTED FORWARD WITH A LOUD GASP when caleb literally dug him out of the pile of dead goblins and pets. his eyes were blown wide in fright, body washed with so much blood that it looked like the color of his skin was naturally a deep crimson. though dean liked to think of himself as one to put up a fight, he hadn’t been expecting anything like this. he hurriedly wiped all the gunk and organs off his body, scrambling to stand but slipping on the puddles of blood. “get away from me--g-get away!” he yelled at caleb, too traumatized to even think for a second that caleb was truly there to help free him from this nightmare. 

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                ❛  river, oh river, flow gently for me.                             do you know somewhere he can be free?                                                 river, deliver him there.

dean’s mother was a delta werewolf to an abusive and controlling alpha werewolf. when she fell in love with a human hunter and conceived dean, she knew her alpha would kill her and her unborn son on sight. she pretended the child in her womb was her alpha’s until it was time for her to go into labor. she fled one night into the woods to meet her human lover and flee, though she realized that her lover had been slain by her enraged alpha. fearing for her son’s life more than her own, she narrowly missed her alpha and fled to the riverbank. it was a dead end. she gave birth to dean in agonizing pain next to the riverbank. a mermaid who took pity on the dying werewolf took the infant into the river, promising dean’s mother that she would carry him somewhere safe.

from then on, dean was raised by the mermaid in a village by the sea. he knew nothing but peace for a while, sailing the seas and fishing for a living. and though he had lived all his life with the mermaid who had saved him, he always wondered about his parents. even if he lived a tranquil life, he could not ignore that he shared the blood of a wolf. he grew up temperamental, unable to fit in with the merfolk. when his short temper became a problem for the villagers, a few of them called in the aeternum officials to take him away.