Aug 25, 2015
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↘|||✥|||↙ “Well aren’tchu the ugliest sonvabitch I’ve come across in a long time. If we’re goin’ to tango here ugly, by all means come at me. I ain’t got all day, I’m gettin’ old.”
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;;Starter
↘|||✥|||↙ “Well aren’tchu the ugliest sonvabitch I’ve come across in a long time. If we’re goin’ to tango here ugly, by all means come at me. I ain’t got all day, I’m gettin’ old.”
Closed starter for depascatur
Leviathan had followed the girl all night. They could have nabbed her anytime, but then, that was the fun part about it. And when they had finally snatched her up, right before she had entered her home, her scream was well worth the wait. After taking her where no one would hear her cries, they let her run around the woods a little bit, pretending to have troubles finding her. Alright, they were wasting time, but sometimes a game of cat and mouse was nice. When they finally decided to stop fooling around, they relished the crunchy snap of her bones as they tore her head off her neck, mouth opening inhumanely wide. Powerful jaws chomped down, crushing skull before reaching the squishy filling in the middle, almost like a candy.
They tore off an arm, pausing when they heard something off to the side. They looked over, surprised to see a creature there. “Hello there, can we help you?” they asked. Curious, they held the arm out, waving it a bit. “Would you like some?”
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Saving people, hunting things, family business. Or, at least, it was, until the majority of said family was killed.
Wendigo. They were hunting a Wendigo, up north. Deanna was gone for a few days. Sam figured she could handle it. She was drinking coffee when she heard.
“I’m sorry,” The voice had said on the phone. “but... Ma’am, Deanna Malcolm is dead.” She wasn’t sure who had been on the phone that day-- she sure as hell didn’t care. She’d lost the only family she had left, and oh, that Wendigo? Well, let’s just say that the Winchesters are big on a game called revenge.
*copying Rene's voice perfectly* Alexei? Alexei, where are you?
The familiar sat bolt upright hearing that voice, forgetting for the moment that his husband had been dead for almost fifty years. “Rene!” He threw open the window of the lodge he was staying at, looking out at the forest outside. “Rene?”
Farley: *reaches for Alexei with long fingers* Meow.
*back arches, puffing up.* *HISSES*