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Thread: The Chronicles of the Chosen ||Celeana : Haru||

Luca had settled and as she asked what her duties might entail he explained as well as he could. A squire is not a servant, so much as a knight's apprentice. They take care of a knight's armor and weapon, saddle his horse and take care of the animal, help the knight into and out of their armor... that sort of thing. In addition, the knight teaches the squire weaponplay and the tenets of knighthood. He knew that the young woman would not need to learn all that he had listed, as his armor and weapon were magical in nature and they needed little if any actual care. He could have lied to the girl, but he did feel that he needed to at least teach her how to defend herself. We can take a little time each morning, before we break camp, to start your weapons training. You are too small to wield a full longsword, but I have a short sword and a small wooden shield that would suit you well. Once we reach the city I will have you outfitted for some leather armor, perhaps some studded leather, and though we will likely need to keep moving as the Emperor's hounds will be after us, a little time spent each day will see you progress in weapons training. Be prepared for sore muscles and maybe some blisters. But better that than the Emperor's bedslave.
Thread: The Firestorm talks

Ok im back, i don not know what made me leave originally. Perhaps bordem, perhaps the same day to day request of sexual explorations. sigh no clue. Then life hit me in the face me getting sick, lossing family and my best freind saying they where goin to visit a place 9 hours away and that was a year and a half ago. Then coming across a litter of 4 kittens and a week and a half old becoming a surrogate cat mom. Though a pain in the ass would not trade it ever all are happy healthy and still live with me after a year and a half ago finding them. I try on geeking butt hell to many kids lol
Thread: A Semester to Remember. (Sharub and furryluvah)

Jason was just an ordinary college sophomore, sporting light brown hair and green eyes, he could easily just sort of blend into the crowd. However, there was one thing a bit curious about Jason though, and that was his obsession with furries, the nickname for anthropomorphic animals. He was obsessed with everything about them, their culture, their fascinating origins. Essentially, millions of years of isolation turned them on a different evolutionary path and turned them into furries rather than modern humans. He was obsessed with their culture, and although he would die rather than admitting it, he had a decent amount of anthro based porn in his browser history too. It was his obsession that practically caused him to sprint across his campus to where they were taking applicants to spend a semester abroad at what was until that point a furry only campus. He was chosen, and now he's on a plane to the isolated island nation of Xanastia, home of furries of all kinds. He got off the plane and after going through the tedious process of gathering his luggage, he looked around. He was in awe, anthros of all different species were talking, walking, chatting on their phone, groaning that their flights were going to be delayed. He couldn't believe he was finally here. However, he forced himself out of his stupor, knowing that he couldn't spend his entire time here. He glanced at the picture of who was supposed to meet him here. A rather buxom equine who was described to him as The Class President of Foreign Student Affairs. A lengthy title, but as he looked around, he could see no one that looked like the picture. He was absolutely positive he told them the right time and the right gate he would be arriving in. He felt panic well up in his chest, what if they had forgotten he was coming? He'd be stuck in an airport in a foreign country with human animal hybrids!
Thread: A Semester to Remember. (Sharub and furryluvah)

A white van ran on the road, the sun seemed to highlight the squared vehicle, underlining its apparent lack of decorative shapes in stead of a pure, practical sight, having as only colourful detail a burgundy and highly stylish writing on its sides Xanastia Superior Campus . ...it all changed so quickly... thought the Class President as the advertisement panels that coasted the road to the airport repeated again and again in a seemingly endless line of grotesque titles and products, many of them of foreign origin, making her feel like the nation itself was readying herself to understand and acknowledge those humans from outside. In few more minutes the van stopped in front of the Arrival Terminus, its doors slid laterally with a barely audible roll of gears, allowing the Class President to hop out, taking a deep breath of the outside air, letting the fresh morning air to feel her lungs, until the bitter aftertaste of petroleum pinched her nostrils, coughing a little. A light hazelnut-furred hand passed trough her long, waved mane, sending her golden hair tidily past her shoulders ...first impressions are all... reminded herself once again, adjusting the green bowtie and the delicate cream jacket, straightening the hem of the green tartan skirt and the perfect state of the black socks that covered the muscled equine legs from her hooves to the knees. And then, with a quick nod to the school driver, entered into the airport alone. Everyone had this studend in very positive light, described by many as a very adult and trustworthy mare, and nobody objected when she was chosen to be the one doing home-honours for that new foreigner that would be the new Superior Campus student. Once inside, the unnatural light of white lights gave the airport a futuristic, unpersonal vibe, with people running everywhere, citizens of every specie, some in business suits, other clearly just returning from a sunny vacation... but in that turmoil of bodies and tails swirling around, there was a calmer, emptier space, the first thought that passed in her mind was that probably someone spilled some soda and the clean-guy was at work, but then, with a blink of her big blue eyes, she saw him, ...the foreigner... whispered her in a gulp. Welcome to Xanastia said her with elegant voice I am Miranda Amiata, the Campus Council appointed me to be your guide on our way to the campus. her eyes looked at him, trying to understand his behaviours ...ah... nice to meet you, Mr..?
Thread: A Semester to Remember. (Sharub and furryluvah)

Jason was craning his neck, looking for the mare who was supposed to bring him and guide him around the new campus. However, he soon saw a white van pull up with the university's logo on the sides, and an elegant looking, curvaceous mare stepped out of the van and gave him a very elegant greeting. Everything about her was classy, her looks, her demeanor, the was she spoke. Jason could get used to having her around. He gave a nervous chuckle, his cheeks turning pink as she spoke. Oh um, my name's Jason, Jason Helmsworth. Nice to meet you Miranda. He says, sticking out his hand. He expected someone as professional acting as this to end things with a handshake.
Thread: That Hollow Feeling (Cinderella1181 and Mim)

Dean clenched his jaw a little, looking at his brother. He had a hand on his waist and was easily thinking about he wanted to run, call another hunter and go hide back in the bunker. There isn't much to talk about Sam...Dad and I may have passed through here once when I was a kid, a time you were with Bobby. A case, that was it. Sam looked at him his eyebrow peeked. And? And what? I hung out, met her, hung out with her...end of story. Dean snapped back at him. Just leave it alone Sammy. It is ancient history. Sam looked at his brother and rolled his eyes. Sure didn't look like it was history. She said you left in the middle of the night. Sounds like dad got done with the hunt... Dean moved close to his brother, but before he could get anything out, she was just there again, standing in his space. He felt his body betray him. He smiled softly at her. Hey Jude. He had a smile in his voice, his wanting to murder his little brother gone in a flash. How is your dad? Still preaching? Dean could see Sam look at him in utter disbelief. Or has he retired now?
Thread: That Hollow Feeling (Cinderella1181 and Mim)

Jude couldn't just sit behind the glass window and pretend that she wasn't excited to see him again. It really was a load off her mind to know that he was safe and doing well instead of just dead in a ditch somewhere. When Dean asked whether her dad was retired she laughed and shook her head. Todd McGann retire? He'll be in that pulpit eulogizing at his own funeral. She folded her arms and looked him over again. Chief'll be out in a few minutes. He had some paperwork to finish up. FBI... Jude shook her head again, slowly, still not quite able to believe it. You here about the murders? Sam nodded. Yeah, we figured you guys could use a little help. Did you know any of the victims? She nodded. It's a pretty small town. Everyone's known at least one of them. I went to school with Simon Lancaster and Terry Fisher. They were found out in the woods. Jude shivered and rubbed the back of her neck, looking away from Agent Hendricks. She had in fact known all but two of the seven victims, and to her knowledge only one had been even the least bit Peculiar. There were only a few of her kind around these parts anyway the anonymity of cities was attractive to Peculiars in these troubling times. That meant that the Hollowgast was probably looking for her, though it didn't know it...and she had to find it before it killed someone else. Did they have anything in common? Sam hadn't missed the body language. The receptionist was hiding something. Same line of work, intersecting families...? Jude shrugged. They were both on the lacrosse team in high school, but they were like three years apart and-- Gentlemen! Chief Parker came through the door and shook the agents' hands. We can talk back in my office and I can show you what we've got on the case. We're real grateful you fellas showed up. He held the door open for them, then for Jude as she followed and took her place back at her desk. Route my calls to Joe, will ya Jude? She nodded, but tugged on Dean's coat sleeve as he passed. Hey...stop by on your way out?
Thread: That Hollow Feeling (Cinderella1181 and Mim)

Dean looked at her a second and then nodded, following after Sam and the chief. Something was upsetting her, he knew that. He walked into the office. Cheif Parker, if you could just show us the files, and we will get out of your hair. Maybe point us tot he morgue. He said. Chief nodded. Anything you want...I gotta ask. Jude called you Dean Winchester. You didn't happen to know John Winchester did you? He sat back in his chair. He helped me out on a case, oh...twenty some years ago. Dean smiled. He was my dad. Parker stopped and looked at him. Well, I'll be damned. Your that boy...that boy Jude begged me to search for for weeks. He smiled. Glad to see you ain't dead. What a relief to that little slip of a thing out there too. She cried and cried. I though we were going to have to commit her. His face turned deadly serious.You know you broke her heart boy... Dean sighed. Great...just great. He pressed his lips together. That was never my intention sir. My dad...he wouldn't let me say good bye. After he finished helping you, he came in the room we were staying in, told me to pack up and drug my ass out of her. He glanced towards the door. I wanted nothing more then to tell her I was going. He suddenly felt his heart clench up. Preacher is gonna kill me isn't he? Chief Parker laughed a little. More then likely. I may just have to look the other way for that one. Sam bit his tongue. Obviously there was a lot more to this story then Dean was letting on. He flipped up the sheet of paper. Chief Parker, you are rally sure there is no connection?
Thread: That Hollow Feeling (Cinderella1181 and Mim)

Sam bit his tongue when the chief mentioned that his brother had broken Jude's heart, and that this preacher--Jude's father, apparently--was going to kill him. There was clearly more than Dean was letting on and now wasn't the time to ask. The question was whether his brother would ever tell him the truth, and if he was going to tell the entire truth. Well, four of 'em were the Rev's flock, Chief Parker mentioned, flipping through his files, but that's not really much of a connection at all. Town this size you've got the Episcopalians and the Methodists or you're shit outta luck for a Sunday service, unless you wanna drive half an hour each way. He looked up through the files and handed the stack to Agent Hendricks. No patterns in victimology? Sam asked, flipping through the top file. Ernie Logan had been the first victim. Men and women, different hair and eye colors before the son of a bitch took 'em, all white but that's New Hampshire for you, ages twenty to sixty-three...er... Parker's face turned ashen. Make that six to sixty-three. We had an eighth victim last night. He shuffled through the papers on his desk and put a folder on top of Ernie's. It was labeled Abigail Adams and to it was paperclipped a school photo of a little blonde girl in pigtails. Sam didn't want to open the folder to see the crime scene photos They were all found out in the woods, all killed at night, but the victims' tracks were the only ones we've ever been able to find. Eyes gone, mauled to death...chests torn open. You boys ever faced a monster like this before? We've had some big fish, Sam said slowly, carefully sliding Abigail to the bottom of the stack to keep them in chronological order, but we've never seen this before. We'll get 'em for you, Chief...or we'll die trying.
Thread: That Hollow Feeling (Cinderella1181 and Mim)

Dean hated the fact that there is a kid. He frowned a little. They stood up and head out the door. He saw Jude and his heart skipped a beat. Damn it. Why, why had they come to this town. He looked at Sam. Hey.. go wait by the impala. I'll be right there. He said. It was a command not a request. He moved away from his brother and went over to Jude. Hey, what do you know. what can you tell me. He asked. He searched her face a moment. I am sorry. He said quietly. I am really sorry. For everything. He ran his hand into his hair and down the back of his neck. Look, I just wanna get all the info you have. Maybe we can get some dinner tonight...talk? He said quietly.
Thread: That Hollow Feeling (Cinderella1181 and Mim)

Sam opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again. When Dean wanted to hide something there was no prying it out of him until he was ready...or through sneaky intel-gathering, but he couldn't exactly do that in the lobby of a police station. Sullenly he went out to wait by the car. Jude looked taken aback when Dean demanded to know what she knew. Nothing. Dean, I'm just as glad as the chief is to get the fed's help on this. Everyone's scared, including me. It was true that she was scared, but that wasn't stopping her from going into the woods at sundown with a bucket of paint, trying to find the Hollow herself. She looked like an idiot, walking around in the twilight flinging paint over the dead leaves, but she was the only one who could stop it. After a few moments Dean apologized...then asked her to dinner. Sure, she said with a slow smile. Papagallos has some good food. I know you're a burger kind of guy, but maybe it'll be nice to eat something that doesn't come in a wrapper? I don't imagine you get much in the way of home cooked or sit-down meals if you're on the road all the time. Jude liked cooking for people and she was pretty good at it, but she figured after more than a decade inviting him into her home without so much as drinks first might be taking things a little quickly. Despite time and herself, Jude couldn't help the resurfacing of all those old feelings. Seven? With a time for dinner set, Sam looked over to Dean when they got in the car. You're not gonna tell me what that was all about, are you? The body had been taken from the crime scene, but the tape and markers still remained. Alone in the woods the Winchesters were able to conduct their usual tests without having to disguise it. As far as they could tell no ghosts or demons had been through, not that this was their usual MO anyway. The hunting ground was huge, with bodies spread out over fifteen miles. Sam shook his head as he looked around, not catching the retreating shadow which hadn't had a source. I don't get it, he admitted, running a hand through his hair. What kind of monster does this? At the motel he didn't say anything as Dean got ready for dinner with Jude, instead turning to his research and pretending not to notice. He wasn't coming up with much in the way of lore, and by the time his brother was out the door he was poring over a digital scan of some ancient tome called the Map of Days, trying to puzzle out the legend. Something called Tales of the Peculiar was mentioned in a handwritten note in the margins and he frowned at that, but didn't say anything as Dean headed out. I'm really proud of you, Dean. Jude smiled as she slid into a booth at Papagallos and the waiter handed them menus. I never pegged you for the FBI type, but you look like you've done really well for yourself.
Thread: That Hollow Feeling (Cinderella1181 and Mim)

Dean smiled a little at her and glanced over the menu. Well, it is, a part of...well..my life now. He commented trying to sound as vague as he could. Let's just tell her...she'd think it was cool, I could give her the talk... He frowned a little and sighed. It means I am always working, always on the road with my partner but, in the end, ganking the bad guy makes it all worth it. He thought about the last one that he had taken out and smiled. He had also saved a couple of teenagers. In all, it had been a good case. I really like to make sure that I am successful, it is nice to get someone out of the world to make sure that there are people who would have died, don't. That they survived. Just then the waiter came with their drinks. Dean picked up his beer and took a long drink, setting it down, quiet for a moment. He looked over at Jude. I think we need to talk about what happened when I left. He was, as always, blunt to a fault. I want you to know, it wasn't cause i didn't care about you, and I never meant to break your heart. He sighed. I want you to know...dad and I fought for like 300 miles. I begged him, and I mean begged him , Jude to let me contact you. To let me even just send a postcard. But he refused. He picked up his beer and took another drink. It took me a long time to get over you. And I'm still not sure if I totally am... He thought quietly to himself. What a place he was in. I have to know, being here now, if it is causing you pain. Cause I will leave, I will go and get Samm...er my partner and send some other people in. If this is going to hurt you, then...it's not a case I need.
Thread: That Hollow Feeling (Cinderella1181 and Mim)

That's good. Jude took a sip of her wine as Dean talked about work. I always could see you in some sort of job getting justice for the helpless. It's good to see that worked out for you. Your talents would have been wasted as a mechanic. I think we need to talk about what happened when I left. Jude raised her eyebrows momentarily. She had always liked his frankness. Setting her glass down she nodded in agreement and listened to him lay out his case. Get over her? That felt a little...harsh. But it was fair, wasn't it? It wasn't like she hadn't dated other people, wasn't like they'd had contact in over ten years. It was fair, she decided, that he'd gotten over her. She hadn't wanted him to, but that was her problem. He asked for honesty, though, and she sighed and didn't look at him for a long time. Instead she twisted the stem of her wineglass, watching the yellow-tinged liquid swirl around the glass as she did so. I'm glad you're here, Dean, she said at last, finally looking up at him. We need your help. I need your help, and I wouldn't trust anyone else with something so important. As for what happened...what you told me about your dad it sounds like he's not the type of guy who takes no for an answer. I just thought that you'd, y'know, liked it here...with me. I cried a bunch, wrote a lot of bad poetry--and I mean a lot, and it was really bad--and I don't think I ever stopped looking for you around every corner. You were the love of my life. I mean, I lost my virginity with you. She smiled ruefully and shrugged. And I'll be honest, I'm not sure I ever completely got over you. But people change and I know that, and I'm not expecting to be able to just pick up where we left off or even if you want to pick back up with me at all. But regardless of all of that I think you should stay on this case. We need a good man like you. I should just tell him, she thought as she waited anxiously for Dean to digest everything she'd just said. It would be so much easier if he knew I was involved, and I could just be frank with him. But what if he didn't believe me...?
Thread: That Hollow Feeling (Cinderella1181 and Mim)

Dean looked at her and sighed. He took another swig of his beer. I loved it here with you Jude. Loved it. You were my chance at a normal life. You and I, the white picket fence and all. He said quietly. He set the bottle down. I loved you...Hell...I think I still do in some way. He looked at her. Dean sat back and ran his hand over his face and then into his hair. I am not sure what I can do about it, and the life I lead though. I am really conflicted and confused. His hand rested on the back of his neck and looked across the table at her. We need a good man like you is what she had said. Dean knew deep down who he was but good? He wasn't sure. He looked at her,quietly, probably longer then he should and blurted out finally. Monsters are real...all of them. Vampires, Demons...the whole bit. And I am not really an FBI agent, I am a hunter. He said Before you freak out, let me tell you what that means, and then if you want to tell chief then, well...you can. You can tell him that Sam and I are impersonating federal agents. He sighed. But this...hunting whatever this is that is killing people. This is what Sam and I do. And Dean waited. Waited for the water to be thrown, the slap across the face. Something, but it didn't come. Jude was just sitting at him smiling. What? Are you in shock? Are you okay?
Thread: That Hollow Feeling (Cinderella1181 and Mim)

Dean mentioned the white picket fence and Jude couldn't help but smile. Embarrassed, she turned her grin to the tablecloth and curled a lock at the nape of her neck nervously around her finger while he admitted that he thought he might still love her. Over the years she had imagined every now and then how this might go, what it might be like if Dean Winchester ever swanned back into her life. She'd imagine it going a few different ways, but his admitting he might still be in love with her wasn't one of them. Then he blurted out that monsters were real. Her first reaction was no shit. Then came the vampires and demons, that he apparently hunted. She leaned back a little, watching him, unsure what to make of it. Jude knew monsters were real. She'd lived her entire life in fear of the monsters who hunted her and her kind...but demons and vampires? What about werewolves? Ghosts? This was some Hollywood-level stuff. He asked whether she was in shock, and she came back to herself, shaking her head. No I um...I'm okay. Jude smiled as the waiter came by to take their orders. She ordered an eggplant parm and once he had left leaned slightly across the table. There's...I um...Can you come back to my place? After dinner? She tilted her head gently in the direction of the waiter. I think we need to talk about this some more, but this is a really small town. She took a sip of her wine to play for time to try and think of where else to steer the conversation that wouldn't make it seem like she was trying to avoid the topic altogether. I'm not going to tell Chief Parker, though. I don't think he'd handle it very well.