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COMPLETED Bring It On Home
Deacon Novak PLAYED BY: Jensen 09-08-2017, 01:31 AM
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Bring It On Home
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The sound of the waves crashing on the beach and the many rocks layered around reached the male's audits as he approached the warm sand slowly, his frame and dark pelt coated in what looked to be dirt. Upon closer inspection, it was dried blood, wounds scratched across his hindquarters, his sides, even his chest. His right hind leg ached as he walked, muscles screaming in bloody terror as he limped closer and closer to the briny water that lay just beyond the yellow-white sand. His forelegs screamed in agony, and the musculature and tendons of his left hind leg trembled with each step Deacon took. The black male stopped halfway toward the water, and his body shuddered and trembled as he stood there, shaking with shock and guilt and horror.

Salmon pink ribbon hung out of agape maw, formerly ivory teeth still stained in sickly red blood. Evergreens gazed around at his surroundings, noting in how the ocean blue water seemed to taunt him, seemed to beckon him forth with each rolling wave. Weakly lifting his crown skyward, thoughts ran rampant through his exhausted mind. <i>'Why am I here? What good am I? I could barely fight off my father. What's the point?!'</i> Deacon had gone missing once again after the lovely night he'd spent with Castiel in the cave, but it was because he sought to try and find his siblings. Upon falling into his home world via portal (though he didn't know that's what it was called), he learned of Uriel's slaughter of Adelle and how they'd left Samuel behind, thought him for dead.

But Samuel wasn't dead. Not that Deacon knew that.

And, then, Uriel stumbled upon his eldest son. The son that looked <i>so</i> much like himself, save for the white pentagram on Deacon's chest.

A fight ensued, one that left Deacon barely alive, barely breathing. Uriel had spat on his only surviving son, banished him from that world once again. The memories of the fight caused bile to rise up in the black male's throat, and he swallowed thickly, banishing those horrid thoughts and memories away. Taking a shuddering breath, Deacon lowered himself to the ground, a broken whimper leaving his throat as he felt bite wounds and other war injuries come into contact with the warm, stinging sand beneath his paws. <i>'I can't let Castiel see me like this. He's going to think so little of me. I... I have to get better...'</i>


Action | <b><span style="color: #125C03;">"I think I'm adorable."</b></span> | <i>'Thoughts'</i>
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Loner Aurora De'Saint PLAYED BY: Vanilla 09-08-2017, 11:14 AM
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RE: Bring It On Home
Divum was quite boring these days. Aurora mostly stayed, because she did not think another pack would offer her anything more or different, but they were still probably the smallest ever pack by now.

With Shiloh gone, Aurora had composed herself and learned to revive the flowers on the wall, and this kept her busy enough not to think on other things too much. Still she longed for something else to do, and after having seen Freyja invesstigate the stone ruins, sometimes she flew over there for the same thing.

Distracted by the sea view today, an image that in the orange autumn sun was quite dazzling, she was drawn to the seashore. Perhaps she could make an image like this on the wall, too, after mosaicing most the inside of the white stone tower. She figured she would have to make the coloured stone or gem chips herself, but perhaps she was ready to learn that trade - maybe in Orior she could find this knowledge.

When she prepared to land, her thoughts were interrupted by the view of a black dynroth, standing still in an almost awkward position. Frowning, she moved her wings to land close to him but not too close, not having learned that much from her mother or Freyja to be honest. Mostly for lack of interest really. She padded back towards the place where she'd seen the male, only then being hit by the familiarity of the scent. She couldn't quite place it, but walked up close anyway. "Hey!" she called out, curious about the awkwardness she'd spotted earlier. What was going on?
Deacon Novak PLAYED BY: Jensen 09-12-2017, 02:58 AM
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RE: Bring It On Home
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The scent of the strong ocean smells had drawn him here like a moth to an open flame. He sought out the familiarity of something, something to anchor him to the real world. For weeks - months even - he felt like he had been drifting along on a cloud of simple existence, with nothing big keeping him around. Time and time again, Deacon found himself leaving what seemed like a stable place to land, blaming it on his wanderlust.

Truth be told, there was no wanderlust.

There was a pair of piercing blue eyes haunting his every dream, every nightmare, staring at him intently, beckoning him to come back to where he truly belonged, back to <i>Sverige</i>.

And, so, in desperate need to find the one who haunted his dreams, he returned to Sverige, though that was no easy task in and of itself. He'd gone to where he was born, where he grew up, and he found it wasn't like it'd been when he had been banished the first time. His mother was long dead (or so Uriel told him - Deacon now assumes it was to distract him so that his father could attack first), and his siblings were dead.

Samuel, however, was not. Nevertheless, Deacon did not know that little fact.

The sound of wings and feathers fluttering on a warm oceanic breeze caught his attention, and his insouciant evergreen chasms, he rolled his cranium to look at the golden she-wolf landing nearby him on the sun-warmed beach. The warmth, however, was <b>ephemeral</b>, as he could feel the warmth begin to seep away from beneath his frame.

An <b>abbreviate</b>d sigh left his throat as he grunted in pain, struggling to his paws once more, sand stinging and sticking to his open wounds. Deacon's audits pinned tightly against the top of his cranium, evergreen chasms almost flashing and breaking in anger, though he tried his best to keep the bite out of his tone. <b><span style="color: #125C03;">"If you came here to finish the job, get in line."</b></span>

He didn't remember who Aurora was, and if the scent was even remotely familiar to him, he didn't react on it. He'd already deemed himself <b>perfidious</b>, unable to be helped, even when he silently <i>begged</i> someone to help him. Deacon sneered slightly, jerked his crown away from Aurora, surprisingly refraining from letting the cloud of pain cover his dark face.

New scars and wounds danced across his once-strong frame and he shifted his weight, unable to halt the hiss of delirious pain to escape from his maw. His right hind limb collapsed beneath his weight and Deacon <i>snarled</i> in anger at himself, at how weak he was appearing to the female. He was supposed to show himself to be <i>strong</i>, able to take care of himself. He was a pathetic excuse for a male if he couldn't even keep the mask of <i>'I'm fine'</i> in place on his scarred face.

Insouciant chasms once more swung to look at the golden female, brows arched expectantly, as if he was waiting for the killing blow. <b><span style="color: #125C03;">"Well? You going to get it over with already?"</b></span> Deacon knew, albeit too late, that if the female <i>was</i> part of a pack, she could ask for reinforcements to deal with his angry ass and end his pathetic life right on this beach. The sea and sand would be stained red with his blood, but would anyone even miss him?

<i>'Of course someone would miss you, you jackass.'</i> Hissed his subconscious, reminding him quite effortlessly that Castiel needed him to come back. But Deacon didn't even know if he was still <i>alive</i>, let alone in the world of Sverige.


(OOC: Insouciant - showing a casual lack of concern; indifferent. I thank SPN for giving me the word. XD Also, I'm incredibly sorry for how dickish Deacon is in this reply.)


Action | <b><span style="color: #125C03;">"I think I'm adorable."</b></span> | <i>'Thoughts'</i>
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Loner Aurora De'Saint PLAYED BY: Vanilla 09-12-2017, 11:36 AM
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RE: Bring It On Home
Aurora stopped in her tracks, sniffing again, still unable to place the scent but the familiarity of it gnawed on her still. However, when the male spoke, voice hoarse and thick as if perhaps he was hurt - well, up close now she could see that he was - she at first didn't comprehend. Say what? She stopped moving altogether, assessing the black male and his wounds. Why was he even at the Seashore, that didn't make sense. Salt and sand weren't that great for a wound. It would probably hurt.

Still, what he said didn't make sense either. She didn't know him enough to be here to 'finish the job' and there was also no line. She snorted, and moved her wings so that the feathers were rearranged properly. He sneered and looked away, so she stepped closer, defiantly.

More facial expressions were to be seen upon the scarred and wounded dynroth giant, and she wondered for a brief moment what had happened to him to be so. To her, it appeared as if he might be angry with himself. Whatever he'd done however, this was no way to treat a lady! Even if she wasn't perhaps one, she'd sure like to pretend to be. Nose high, she was about to say so when the male spoke again. What was she waiting for? Pah! If he continued to travel this road she even might!

"You sir, are pathetic. And a complete jerk." she barked, sitting down in front of him - not like he was going anywhere, anyway. She peered her golden eyes into his green chasms, moving with him if he were to try and look away, trying to hold his gaze as long as possible. "You'd better have a reason for all of this!"
Deacon Novak PLAYED BY: Jensen 09-13-2017, 03:25 AM
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The golden female with golden chasms that seemed to look right through his dark and scarred frame stopped in her tracks. <i>'Good. Serves her right.</i> Mentally, Deacon was now beginning to berate himself, growing angrier with himself at how little he seemed to care about his safety, how little he seemed to care about treating this woman poorly. If there had ever been one thing that Mariel had drilled into her eldest son's thick skull, it was that a woman - regardless of age - was treated with respect and worshipped. If it was not for the females, the wolves' existence in the world would be extinguished, forever unable to be relit.

The reason that Deacon was at the seashore? Simple. He simply was chasing a nightmare, searching to go any place that allowed him to imagine those beryl chasms beside him again. How much longer was he going to be punished for disappearing? He <i>had</i> to go back, had to check to see if his little siblings were okay. He had missed them, had missed his mother. Of course, he wasn't met by any of his family members, except for his deranged, sick father.

Morbid and gaunt anger nestled itself in his heart and he scoffed softly, mostly at himself. He couldn't believe that he'd gone back <i>there</i>, back where it had all gone downhill for him. The only good thing that had happened to Deacon since he'd been born was the fact that he'd been graced with Castiel's presence. He missed his best friend - mate? - and his life wasn't the same without the winged male. 

Larger frame had barely managed to get to his paws again and had begun to take steps away from the golden female when he heard her angry barks, audits flicking back against his crown when he looked at her. The angry mask falls away, and left behind was one of shock, pain, hurt. <i>'I have been a jerk. Taking out my internal - and physical - pain on someone - especially a woman - is beneath me. I'm supposed to be a nice guy...'</i> He whined in his mind, tail tucking down beneath his hind limbs. He was almost submitting before a fight ensued, though he wasn't sure why he was submitting. <b><span style="color: #125C03;">"Forgive me, miss. I'm just trying to find someone. I, uh, got into a bit of a fight with someone that hates me. He shouldn't be too much of a bother, though."</b></span> Voice was raspy with almost months of disuse, but he couldn't do anything about that. <b><span style="color: #125C03;">"Do you think you can help me find this wolf I'm lookin' for?"</b></span>


Action | <b><span style="color: #125C03;">"I think I'm adorable."</b></span> | <i>'Thoughts'</i>
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Loner Aurora De'Saint PLAYED BY: Vanilla 09-20-2017, 07:38 PM
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RE: Bring It On Home
Hmm. Being told that you were right wasn't quite so satisfying as she had hoped. Still, the black dynroth apologized, and let the angry face drop. Through all the snarls it had been hard to recognize anyone, and the familiarity of it - still vague - continued to nag her at the back of her mind.

She shrugged it off, and then again a little at his story. Wolves got lost and found, and lost again so much here in Sverige. He did talk of a fight with a someone and a lost someone, and she wasn't quite sure if they were the same. But then it shouldn't be a bother? She tilted her head. "So who're you fightin' and who're you looking for, then?" she shook her head. "You're not making much sense. I like that, makes me smarter." she grinned, but then continued to explain the holes. "So let's say I help you. Watcha gonna do when you find them, looking like this?" she asked sincerely.
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Though the golden female's scent was familiar and filled him with slight anxiety (though she was not the cause), Deacon remained where he was, standing on wobbling, trembling limbs. It was taking everything in his power to remain upright, though he would later deny it if anyone asked him. He was a warrior, through and through. He was supposed to remain strong, ignore the pain. Those were the lesson plans that Uriel had instilled in his mind at a young age, and who was Deacon to disobey? He was a soldier, nothing more and nothing less. That's what he had been born for, raised for.

The female tilted her cranium and her voice brought him out of his reverie, his brow knitting together in slight confusion. Deacon remained silent, though his mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to come up with a satisfying answer to keep from giving himself away. He didn't want anyone to know that he was back, despite the duo not remembering each other from their brief meeting back in the land of Divum. Viridescent eyes sparkled as Deacon turned his scarred face toward the ocean, letting the warm sea breeze wash over him before he cleared his throat rather hoarsely and answered her questions. <b><span style="color: #125C03;">"I fought my father. I didn't win, but he's not here in Sverige, so he's of no concern to you. As for who I am lookin' for... I'm lookin' for a friend. I would rather keep his name private, as I don't know who you are."</b></span> Deacon murmured, turning his cranium to look at the female, a single brow arching in slight confusion. <b><span style="color: #125C03;">"Why would you help me? We don't know each other. I could kill you if I wanted. Not that I want to. I have a feelin' that you'd be able to kick my ass from here to Sunday."</b></span> Came Deacon's answer, crown turning back to the sea. <i>'Castiel would love the sea. The color of the water reminds me of his eyes. Those eyes that I could get lost in for hours. I miss him. I... I love him.'</i> It had been the first time Deacon had announced how he felt for the smaller male, privately or publicly. Never matter. He loved Castiel. That's what mattered.


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Loner Aurora De'Saint PLAYED BY: Vanilla 09-26-2017, 06:17 PM
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The golden female with purple blanket for wings and back markings snorted a little at the teaching tone she recieved. So he was a hundred percent certain his father hadn't followed him through a portal then - but at the very least it revealed that he knew of the damned things and also that he was in Sverige. Conclusion one: he'd been in Sverige before, conclusion two: he knows about the portals and has experienced them (unlike herself) and conclusion three: that familiarity feeling was real, because he obviously knew where he was. Her tail moved when she realized this, in what should probably be called a half-wag, staggering a bit when she picked up the other words. ...private, as I don't know who you are.

Well, wasn't he a trustworthy fellow? Here she was offering help, and there he was simply waving it off because he did not know her. Which obviously, as she had deduced mere heartbeats ago, wasn't entirely true. "Fine. Name's Aurora. Now you know me." she told him briskly, "and I certainly doubt you could kill me. Ha, if I wanted to, you'd have a hard time even finding me." To demonstrate, she copied herself two times, one to the left and to the right of her, both illusions blinking at him and then smiling like she was, knowing she was right. She let the images disappear about as quickly as they'd come, though. No use for them right now. Her tail waved left to right and back, then she stood. "Now, if you don't want to exchange any names that's fine, but I'm going to need at least a description." She told him definitively - she'd already decided that she would look, but if she'd tell him if she found the wolf in question was another matter she had yet to decide. But at least she would warn the other about this. She moved her feathered appendages about, feeling impatient, like it was important to her now all of a sudden to go fly around and find this wolf.
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The male with the white marking on his chest stood there, letting his gaze travel from the golden-hued female to the sea, trying like hell to calm himself down. His heart was racing in his chest, a clear sign that his anxiety was revving up, threatening to send him into a clear anxiety attack. His past in Sverige was a bit of a jumbled mess. He didn't remember much of it, but what he did remember, he cherished. All that time spent with Castiel, all the evenings and mornings and days in between. Audits flick back against his crown again, melting into the inky darkness of his pelt. Of course he knew where he was. While the land where he stood was new to him, he recognized the underlying scent of Sverige, of <i>home</i>. It was where he and Cas had come to terms with their feelings for each other, where they had finally taken that final step with each other.

The female briskly told him her name and then said that he couldn't kill her, that he'd have a hard time finding her if she so wished. A curious brow lifted as the male turned his gaze back to Aurora, canting his crown to the side as he regarded her. If he'd known that Castiel's sister was named Aurora, he would have told her who he was looking for. Nevertheless, Deacon <i>didn't</i> know Cas' sister's name. <b><span style="color: #125C03;">"Fair enough, miss,"</b></span> He began, letting his gaze wander over the golden-colored female, wondering if she was alone, by herself. A surprised look crossed his face when he saw the copies of Aurora, his brows knitting together in confusion when the copies disappeared. Deacon canted his crown to the side again, and a slight smile crossed his ebony lips, wondering if the female was going to help like she said she would. Curiosity washed through him, and he decided to go ahead and trust the seemingly younger female. <b><span style="color: #125C03;">"My name is Deacon Novak. The wolf I'm looking for is small, tiny. But I love him anyway. He, uh, is a cream color, black wings, black stripe going down his back."</b></span> He wasn't sure that the female would know who he was talking about, but he had hope.


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Loner Aurora De'Saint PLAYED BY: Vanilla 10-02-2017, 07:15 PM
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Rora, waiting slightly impatiently but trying not to show this too much, simply blinked towards the black dynroth. She smiled a little at his surprise of her appearance doubled, and whisked away, seeing that at least she'd made some impression there. However, he took his sweet time deciding if she was trustworthy or not, so she stretched her back and let her body fall down back into the sand. She looked up to him with her bright golden eyes en rolled over a little, wings half-spread and giving a yawn. When he finally spoke, she jerked her head towards him rather oddly though. It was almost suspicious how much that sounded like the brother she'd lost.

Memories jolted through her head, and though she wasn't entirely sure if the black male Cas would bring back home now and then also carried a white marking like this one, she stared at him a little too long for her light tone to compensate fully. Well, that was, if he was aware. She rolled back, blinking her eyes up at the dynroth from her belly-crouched position. "A pretty boy, then? Pretty eyes?" She let it sink in a few heartbeats. However, now that she'd started, she just wasn't about to stop. "Blue like a summer sky? Perhaps a second tail?" Her tone was maybe starting to become more aggressive than it should be, and she'd lost her innocent look halfway already as well. She sat up, looking the dynroth up and down. "I thought he was with you." She concluded.


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