#thewildgod

[madgoddessfysia]

Misery Loves Company [Thewildgod]

Fysia was less than lucid as she moved aimlessly through the night, her path staggered like that of a drunk man's. She sang softly to herself a song about a castle and a rose that lost part of it's meaning when she mixed her English with her native tongue.

Eventually she stopped, sinking down against the wall of a building closed tight for the night. She drew her knees close to her, as if to conserve warmth, and continued to sing her patchwork song. 

If she worried at all about anyone coming up to her or attempting to mug her, none of the fear quieted her voice or made her appear wary. It appeared as if she were not there at all but off into some world inside her mind, oblivious to her surroundings.

[atiyabaker]

Salutations!

http://thewildgod.tumblr.com/ has started following you.

"Hello, I am Atiya Baker, who are you?"

[godgonewild]

Pan's Jams (II) (Expect a couple of these tonight. Uncle D gave me wine)

I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!!!! I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKY! I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY NIGHT AND DAY! SPEAD MY WINGS AND FLY AWAY!

*Re-brakes bones from doing the same thing earlier today* Owwwwwwwwwww.

[godgonewild]

Thewildgod started following you

Uncle Deeeeeee! I missed you so much! *hugs uncle with childish glee* 

[theodorefreakinfinley]

thewildgod started following you

Theo blinked several times before finally realizing the man in front of him. "Father...?" He asked, unsure what to do next.

[ipickthemusic-blog]

thewildgod started following you

Dean was seated at the bar, slowly sipping away at his whisky as we went though some local articles about strange happenings. Most of it seemed like carp, but these were all the leads he and Sam had on the case. He decided tomorrow he would go check up on them and figure their stories out. The shifter they were looking for was good, almost too good. All it's tracks were covered perfectly and rarely was a trace left.

Letting out a bit of a frustrated groan the man finished off the remainder of his whiskey and motioned for another one. When he looked up, from across the bar, he saw a man staring right at him. It was and odd kind of stare, he felt like the other was staring right into his soul or something. Dean got his refill and then looked back down at this papers, but now he couldn't help but look up every now and then to see if the man was still watching. He was.