Bella's running hard and without much thought, on her way toward Escherville. A massive wolf, five feet at the shoulder but somehow seeming larger, comes galloping up. She's bleeding freely from fresh wounds and a torn ear, but while she'd normally be sort of terrifying, it's oddly... reassuring.
The Visage of Fenris she tried to use to cow the Black Spiral Dancers still has not faded, but it won't last much longer. Until then, to her allies, she appears a more regal, impressive specimen than she really is.
She sees them and comes to a halt, fur bristling.
"I am Bella. I am Ahroun. I am Get of Fenris," she says, a short introduction. "I hear there is battle."
Rhiow opened her mouth to answer Sokka and then was interrupted by the wolf - well, it was just like the kin of the houiff to lack any kind of social graces and subtleties whatsoever. She glanced sideways at Bella. "Rhiow," she said by way of greeting, switching her tail from one side to the other. "I've known this was impending for a while - all of the mystical team has - and to tell you the truth, I am itching to sink my claws into something." The disgust in her voice was palpable, although she glanced over at the bloodstain and her ears laid out to the side, uncertain.
Her claws came out, scratching against the ground underneath her, and a low rumble like a growl buzzed in her throat. Entropy stalks the world in all its usual shapes, and some less usual than others. I'll meet them, the strange and the deadly, but I don't need to crouch in fear or bristle at them in show of defiance. I know my job. My commission comes from Those Who Are. We stand together, They and I, in protection of the world They made and I keep. It was the part of the meditation one said before a battle, and Rhiow knew that now, more than ever, it was appropriate.
Dean joined them, his gun ready. Great, some humans, an angel, and the wild kingdom. Rhiow was ok, he didn't know Bella though the name made the hunter pause for the briefest second. That was just weird.
"So we all awake and ready to go?" He had some bullets ready for the Nightmare King.
Castiel, who had followed Dean over to the group, stood behind the hunter and almost seemed to be hovering over his shoulder and following the elder Winchester around like a trained puppy to its master. He remained utterly silent, not muttering a syllable as he waited to follow Dean's lead the moment he made a decision about what to do.
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The Visage of Fenris she tried to use to cow the Black Spiral Dancers still has not faded, but it won't last much longer. Until then, to her allies, she appears a more regal, impressive specimen than she really is.
She sees them and comes to a halt, fur bristling.
"I am Bella. I am Ahroun. I am Get of Fenris," she says, a short introduction. "I hear there is battle."
It is clear which party she's here for.
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Her claws came out, scratching against the ground underneath her, and a low rumble like a growl buzzed in her throat. Entropy stalks the world in all its usual shapes, and some less usual than others. I'll meet them, the strange and the deadly, but I don't need to crouch in fear or bristle at them in show of defiance. I know my job. My commission comes from Those Who Are. We stand together, They and I, in protection of the world They made and I keep. It was the part of the meditation one said before a battle, and Rhiow knew that now, more than ever, it was appropriate.
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"So we all awake and ready to go?" He had some bullets ready for the Nightmare King.
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"Unless there's someone else near by who needs our help."