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Post by Sam & Dean Winchester on Dec 21, 2008 0:41:17 GMT -8
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Post by Sam & Dean Winchester on Dec 21, 2008 1:01:21 GMT -8
Dean looked at Sam from where he sat on the bed closest to the door leading outside. Sam was seated at the small table that sat against the wall at the foot of the beds. "Find anything yet?" he asked in a tone that made Sam want to hit his brother. "No but somthing has to be here think about the articles." he replied with hope that his brother would stop razzing him. "This is a wild goose chase and you know it Sam so can we stop wasting our time in the middle of the out skirts of portland and find a real case please?" Dean glared at Sam thinking it might get his brother into action. "Dude you owe me remember the zombie case?....Sam started but was cut off by Dean "Yeah right....you were so helpfull with that one." he bit back. "Fine Dean I get it you dont belive me like I didnt belive you now give me a chance to look around we just got here." Sam said looking sternly back at his brother. "Fine we stay one week but if you havent found anything by then we leave." Dean said in exasperation wondering how many would suffer while they played chase the wild goose. "Agreed one week and if I havent found anything by then we leave." Sam said releaved his brother had given in.
"While you play detective I am going to grab somthing to eat from the restraunt. You want anything?" Dean asked as he got up and went to the door. He saw Sam shake his head he was deep research mode already Dean knew that was all the answer he would get. He pulled the door open and stepped out into the rain pulling his collar up as he intered the the wet cold of the outdoors and headed for the restraunt connected to the motel
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Post by Black Illyria on Dec 21, 2008 4:05:58 GMT -8
She saw him as he walked out, shaking her head before turning. She stepped through a shadow and her appearance changed. her hair no longer black, silver and blue, but a deep royal blue with locks of almost sky blue and blue/green. She lifted her head and Andais stared into milky sky blue eyes that had no pupils. The edges of her skin on her head that met with her hairline looked like somebody had airbrushed blue and green and a blackish blue tint on her. The same airbrushed effect was around her wrists, across her breasts, over her shoulders, down her spine, over her buttocks, down the backs of her legs, around her knees and ankles, sprinkling out over her toes, also around her elbows. She looked like she had been spit out of the pits of the ocean with a dress that looked like that of a human gypsy. The skirt hung low on her hips, the 'scarves' looking suspiciously like seaweed, strings of pearls around the top of the skirt, hanging down in strands. She wore no shoes, that much was obvious, but her top...
Her top was backless, obviously. The 'seaweed' wrapped almost delicately around her neck, her beautiful coloring peeking out around the edges. Then, a 'scarf' from either side hung down to cover her more than ample chest, before twisting together, then branching out to coil around her torso. More strings of pearls hung down the neck of the top, going all the way around. She really did look like she walked out of the depths of the sea. The slightest movement and catching in the light were emeralds of all shades, as well as sapphires and pieces of jade. She looked back to where Dean had walked by, staring at his retreating back. A man came up to her, standing in the shadows, a hand reaching out to her.
"Blanca..." He said softly.
Blanca Cristie, or as she was known to the supernatural circle, Black Illyria, tilted her head back to look up at her lover. Doyle was once one of Queen Andais' Ravens, just over 1600 years of age, the man looked like a black toned version of her youngest child, her only son, the God-King, the 'demon' known as Blue Illyria.
"Sometimes I worry about them, Doyle..." She sighed, "I know that my mother wants them and I would die first before she ever got them."
Doyle stepped from the shadows, "Do not worry, my love, we shall reveal ourselves to them soon."
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