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Post by Kasen Rowe on Oct 8, 2010 23:24:01 GMT -5
OOC: Welcome back, Molly! BIC:
Kasen had to say, he wasn't surprised that Stinson- Sam- had lied about the detective thing. Ever since Dean had come into the picture, the idea had seemed a little less likely somehow. That Sam and Dean were brothers did surprise him (Dean had told him his last name was... "Hetfield" or something like that) and he wondered; if the pair were chasing supernatural things together now, where had Sam been two years ago?
The name "Winchester" though... That was a name from his journal. A name from his past.
Kasen stiffened as the name triggered another flash of jumbled memory from his servitude as a puppet for the Cult. Luckily it wasn't one of those horrifyingly gruesome onslaughts that sometimes overcame him. This was just a disembodied voice and a name and a feeling, reminding him of something he already knew. "Winchester" was connected to the cult. He glanced down to the leather journal he still held in his hand and loosened his white knuckle grip.
Kasen could barely hear Sam's explanation of the supernatural "Hunt" that had stolen his brother away as his own personal excitement bubbled. He wanted to laugh, but held it at bay with practiced calm. No. Laughing was far from appropriate here. Sam seemed to believe this "hunt" was the cause of the disappearances rather than the Cult, but whether he was right or not, Kasen felt he finally had a flesh and blood connection to said Cult. This chance encounter was looking better and better for him and his search, but he couldn't let the Winchester out of his sight until he figured out how to broach the subject and discover whatever he might know.
'And if he doesn't know, maybe the other Winchester does,' Kasen thought with a calculating coldness that shamed him for the second he allowed it recognition. Then he pushed it away and looked up at Sam.
Kasen kept his face a serious mask, but couldn't keep all of the interest out of his voice as he responded. "I'm not going anywhere. People are still missing and it sounds like you're going to need some help."
He waved a hand out at the night. "How can we find this ... hunt? Can we follow it? Summon it? And how can we convince them to let those people go without getting snatched up ourselves? ...Can we... talk to it? Them? Whatever?"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 11, 2010 21:52:46 GMT -5
A shake, now that was enough.
Dean groaned and tried to force things into focus. The wisps didn't go away, but other things started coming into focus. A body on its side not far from him. What it lay on was hard to tell. The grounds is what he'd assume, but the darkness that was present in his half-conscious state still dominated. Which brought to mind the obvious question: how could he see anything at all?
He turned so that he was laying on his back and noted the full moon, barely visible behind the clouds -that hadn't been out earlier- and the Dark. He rubbed his eyes then opened them again and noticed a sight he'd somehow missed on the first look. A woman crouched beside him. Dark hair, good looking, older than he, and though it was hard to tell beneath her winter garments she seemed pretty fit.
"Hi," he greeted as he sat up. Though he was sure he'd have followed up with something more intriguing, his attention was drawn away by a whisper and a far off wail. Fully awake now, his situation became quite clear to him.
The macabre of screaming souls. The shadow on a horse. The blazing eyes. The Hunt had taken him.
He rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Freakin' wonderful," he groaned.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 23, 2010 10:10:56 GMT -5
Sam had been examining the icy ground for a hint of anything that could help them: footprints, broken twigs... M&Ms. If there was any way Dean could have left behind a trail, Sam needed to find it. Then again, Dean had allowed himself to be snatched up in the first place. Maybe he didn't want to be...
No. No reason to think like that. He'd probably glanced up by accident, hadn't been able to hide fast enough. Just because he'd been acting kind of out of it lately, didn't mean he had some kind of a death wish. He was trapped somewhere, counting on Sam to save him. Somehow.
Sam was inexplicably relieved when he heard Kasen agree to stay. Sam wasn't the lone wolf type. He'd never hunted on his own before, and he wasn't looking forward to trying it any time soon. His relief quickly turned to frustration with all the questions he started spitting out about what to do next.
"I don't..." Sam held up a hand to ward off the questions. "Look, I don't know. There's a ton of lore about these guys, but sifting through what's real and what's not... They're not even supposed to be in America; they've never been sighted outside of Europe. But they definitely match the description of the Wild Hunt. As for getting Dean and the other victims back... Well, unless you guys have got a better suggestion, I think I'll just go with good old fashioned trade negotiations with their leader, and if that fails..." He fingered his gun thoughtfully and then gritted his teeth, glancing back toward town. "I need to get some extra supplies from my car." One handgun wasn't going to do it against a whole Hunt. Not that he had any idea how to track it down, even after he'd decked himself and his companions out for war.
A quick glance over at Sarah - she'd been pretty quiet since the Hunt had passed. She'd been pretty resourceful so far, hearing the Hunt before any of them, being the first to duck and cover when they came by. But she was still just a kid, and didn't have the hardness in her eyes of a trained warrior.
"Are you sure you want to stay too? This is going to get pretty dangerous."
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Post by Eve Vardell on Oct 26, 2010 12:46:15 GMT -5
She could hardly believe how quickly things had spiraled out of control. She swallowed, taking a small step back and listening quietly as Sam Winchester revealed his identity and his reason for being here. A Wild Hunt, full of supernatural creatures... she couldn't help thinking that it sounded like a good place to find werewolves, after all. Still, did she really want to go chasing after the source of that horn? The sound of it still seemed to reverberate inside of her, paired with a wolf's hungry snarl. Would the source of the sound be her salvation or...
Kasen and Sam's voices faded to a background murmur as she turned her attention back to the forest. Somehow, she'd been able to hear the sounds of the Hunt long before any of her companions had. Was that the wolf's doing? Strengthening her senses even before she was changed? She shivered, and snapped back to attention as Sam addressed her.
"Are you sure you want to stay too?"
Was she sure? Of course she wasn't sure. But she couldn't allow this Hunt to keep snatching up innocent people if there was anything she could do to help, even forgetting her own hopes of finding another real, honest to God werewolf after all these years.
"I'm staying."
Shivering, Sam's previous words catching up to her, she added, "Yeah, let's get back to town. While you're gathering up extra firepower, I'm going to change into some dry clothes."
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Post by Molly Rourke on Oct 26, 2010 18:57:42 GMT -5
(Thanks! Now that I'm in the main plot I'll have a reason to be around more. ) Molly quirked a brow at the man's less-than-shocked response to the situation around him. She was suitably impressed by his unruffled demeanor, but that meant one important thing: he had information about what was happening here. A narrow-eyed glance over the man gave Molly a hint over how to proceed from here. He seemed strong enough, and didn't jump or flinch at the screams and whispers all around them. Intimidation wouldn't be the way to go with this man - it would only earn Molly an enemy and make him clam up on what he knew. Besides, it couldn't hurt to have an ally in a situation like this. So instead of her hand going to the dagger at her waist, she instead kept her voice calm and friendly. "You injured? I've only been awake for a few minutes, but it looks like we're going to need our wits about us in this place." She peered about, squinting into the unnatural shadows around her, unable to see more than a hint of movement and the edges of the nearest trees. Whatever was holding them captive, it seemed as if it were emitting an aura of physical darkness. "...Wherever this place is," she added grimly, and then turned her attention back to the man, holding her hand out. "Molly Rourke. Do you remember how you ended up here?"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 27, 2010 16:58:24 GMT -5
He shook the outstretched hand, wondering briefly whether he should keep to his alias or not.
Not. The alias had been made for cops and other authority figures, an identity that could help him and Sam with the case without raiding eyebrows.
Well, eyebrows were now officially raised. It didn't matter if he was himself.
"Name's Dean," he replied. "Nice to see a friendly face."
Maybe friendly wasn't entirely accurate. The way she looked him over seemed more like she was putting him through some visual test for... something. She seemed stern, not frightened. Wary, but not overly suspicious. It was... odd. Normal people should be totally wigged at this point, shouldn't they? He gave her props for that, but that in and of itself seemed strange.
He blamed television.
"How I got here?" Dean took another look around the nothingness. "Can't really say I do remember. I was... just in the woods. I heard this horn and-"
Dean narrowed his eyes.
"Footprints. There were footprints in the snow not far from us. They didn't happen to be yours, did they? How did you get here?"
He looked at her feet. Her size didn't seem quite right to Dean, but he could be wrong...
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Post by Molly Rourke on Oct 27, 2010 18:18:58 GMT -5
That was less helpful than Molly had hoped for. A brow rose and she shook her head as he asked her about footprints in the forest.
"Wasn't me. Last I remember, I was driving toward town in my truck. Must've crashed somehow and been snatched up while I was out. Though..." She trailed off. She doubted she'd crashed. She'd already confirmed that she wasn't hurt, not even a throbbing bruise on the back of her head to explain why she'd been unconscious in the first place. Shaking her head slightly, she returned her attention to the other unconscious people scattered around the clearing. "Come on, we should check on the others, see if we can get any information before whatever the hell snatched us up comes back."
Not waiting for Dean to respond, she took a final glance around the clearing and then moved over at a crouch to the next nearest body.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 27, 2010 23:49:01 GMT -5
Dean watched her go with a curious frown. Again her reactions just seemed... wrong. He couldn't fault her for the short explanation, he'd hardly explained anything himself, but that she now hurried off eagerly towards the other unconscious people to extract information rather than to see if they were all right seemed a bit callous.
Dean sighed and looked about him again. There weren't many people about. Just the one he'd seen when he'd woken up and another two further off. He felt his heartbeat quicken as the idea came to him that Sam might have been swept up by the Hunt as well, but even from the distance he was at now, he could tell none of the downed civilians were his brother. Or Rowe. He approached the nearest form which he thought could be the girl, but wasn't upon closer inspection.
The girl didn't wake when he shook her, but she was breathing steadily. A good sign, he thought. He'd just felt the nearby guy's pulse when a chill went through him. Dean straightened, hand going for his gun until he realized it was missing. He must have dropped it when he lost consciousness, he realized passingly.
The chill didn't dissipate and it concentrated at his back. Something was behind him. In lieu of his gun, he clenched his hand into a fist and kept in mind that he still had a knife in his boot if he could get to it. Then, with a calming breath, Dean spun around.
At first he saw nothing. Then he realized that there was actually nothing to see. Darkness stood before him. A tall shadow that made Dean feel like a child in comparison. Two blazing eyes that seemed half covered by an insubstantial hood of blackness gazed down at him and Dean lifted his hands protectively.
"Who the hell are you?" he questioned, though in truth he thought he had an idea. "Why did you bring us here?"
The shadow stepped closer so that the solid darkness encompassed his whole vision. He did not like the invasion of personal space, but he couldn't back up to get away from it either. Unlike last time, he was not frozen by some supernatural hold. This time if he backed away, he'd be stepping over an unconscious man and leaving him at the mercy of the shadow. Dean knew he was pretty messed up, but he was proud to say that he wasn't yet that messed up.
"Well?"
Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehen?
Dean frowned. "English, buddy," he replied hotly, though as he said it, he realized the words hadn't actually been spoken aloud.
He opened his mouth to question it further when he noticed that the shadow was no longer there. Dean spun a full circle, but the shadow had vanished. Or blended back into the lesser shadows and wisps all around them. Dean looked to Molly.
"Did you see that?"
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Post by Molly Rourke on Oct 28, 2010 13:21:40 GMT -5
She didn't check to see if Dean was moving to follow her order. He'd either be smart enough to help out or he wouldn't, but Molly's first concern was the rest of the civilians. Chances were good that they'd be uninjured, since both she and Dean had been, so she was more concerned about any information that they might have than their health.
Still, the first thing she checked when she reached the still figure was the pulse. It was strong enough, but jumped erratically the moment she touched his throat. She sensed him shiver, and rose her brows, letting out of soft "huh..." of surprise.
"You're conscious, aren't you?" The young man's eyes squeezed more tightly shut, a clear sign that he had heard her, but he didn't move. Sighing, she softened her tone, moving a comforting hand to his shoulder. She had never been a particularly patient person, and this situation had thrown her into full on aggressive mode. She needed information, and needed a way out of this mess ASAP. Still, frightening the other victims of this... whatever it was by being too sharp or snappish wasn't going to help anything.
"I'm not here to hurt you," she tried again. "I'm another prisoner, like you, but I'm going to try and get us out of here."
The man shivered but didn't move. Just as Molly's patience was about to hit its breaking point (her hand itching to slap the man into "consciousness"), his eyes slid cautiously open, darting around wildly before resting on her.
"Is it still here," he whispered, so softly that Molly could hardly hear. She frowned.
"Is what..."
And then she heard Dean's voice from behind her.
/"Why did you bring us here?"/
The man's eyes went wide, he shook his head quickly, frantically, and then shut his eyes again as though not seeing the enemy could make it not exist. She scowled at his unseeing face, and then turned to face Dean and the unknown enemy, her hand instinctively drawing out the knife from her waist as she sank into a fighting position. But all she saw was Dean, staring into the darkness.
/"Did you see that?"/
She shook her head, her gaze sliding between his face and the empty shadows around him.
"Something was here?" Maybe it was a spirit? Those could flicker in and out of sight at a moment's notice. Then again, there were also plenty of mortal creatures that could move faster than the human eye could see. Then again, maybe Dean was just cracking from the pressure, just like the closed-eyed man behind her. "What did it look like?"
(OOC: Wasn't sure if you wanted the guy just appearing to Dean or not, so I had Molly turn too late to see it anyway.)
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 28, 2010 20:01:55 GMT -5
(OOC: That's cool. I didn't really know which way it should be either. I like that it seems someone else was aware of him/it too though. ) Dean waved his hands in front of him in annoyance. "It was right there! A big... shadow... guy." Dean scoured the misty world around him, but could see only the lesser misty shadows. "Damn..." He shook his head and started for Molly before noting the knife in her hand. The knife was not dinky little pocket knife either. This was a proper killing-things-knife. Dean chuckled and stopped just out of arms reach. "Well, somebody came prepared." His smile, though still humored, became a tad more serious and he tensed, readying himself for... anything. "I thought you were a little too together for your average Joe. You sure you just wandered into this mess? Didn't come looking for trouble?"
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Post by Molly Rourke on Oct 31, 2010 15:44:35 GMT -5
A hint of a smirk quirked her lips at his question, and she deftly slid the dagger back into its place at her hip. The knowing look in this man's eye when he saw her weapon was a dead giveaway that he wasn't just an average civilian. Not human law enforcement either; even those would be shocked at the sight of her wielding a weapon like this. That on top of his nonchalance at the clearly supernatural entity he had seen could only mean one thing.
"Looking for a different kind of trouble, actually," she replied, feeling more at ease with the realization that she might have some real, actual backup. "Following the trail of a beast I've been hunting for a while, just happened to lead me straight past this mess. Bad luck for me..." she huffed out a soft laugh, glancing around at the rest of the seemingly unconscious forms. "Good luck for you. But now that we're both on the same page, have you got any information about what's holding us?"
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Oct 31, 2010 19:05:01 GMT -5
OOC: EDIT!: For those who read my original posting, just ignore it. BIC:
Dry clothes. The snow had soaked through his jeans. That didn't sound like a bad idea. And maybe a weapon. He had a dagger buried in his duffel bag, but didn't often feel close enough to danger to strap it to himself. This on the other hand... this was big. A dagger wasn't much, but it was a weapon. And if somehow it came down to physical confrontation, Kasen was a better fighter with a weapon in hand.
As they turned back towards town, Kasen paused as something caught his eye and he came to a stop by some indentations in the snow.
"Footprints," he said aloud to anyone that was listening.
They hadn't come from the Hunt, this was just a single set of bootprints. Normal adult sized bootprints. Kasen looked around, judging the distance from where he stood now and where he had been standing just a little while earlier. "I'm pretty sure this is where Dean was looking around before... before that Hunt came back. He seemed pretty interested."
Someone might have just been taking a stroll through the woods. Normal people took strolls. It just seemed strange that there was someone else hanging around way out here where the Hunt had directly passed. Maybe whoever had made the prints had been swept up by the hunt just as the Winchester brother had been. Then again...
He didn't know what exactly he was hoping for, but Kasen found himself following the tracks.
"You guys just keep going. I'm just... I'll meet you back in town," he called back. He didn't even wait for acknowledgment. Whether it was instinct or some desperate wish to make something out of nothing, Kasen sprinted out into the night after the tracks.
It was stupid. He didn't have a weapon. He didn't have a plan. The supernaturally endowed pendant hanging from his neck gave him protection and gave him confidence and at the moment that was all he needed.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Nov 4, 2010 13:17:37 GMT -5
Sam had nodded in response to Sarah's words, and begun leading the way back toward town. However much he wanted to go running randomly in the direction he thought the Hunt had gone, that wasn't the smart move. They had to regroup, get weapons, and try to... His train of thought was interrupted by Kasen voicing Dean's name. "Huh?" He glanced up, finding the other man peering down at the crushed snow a little ways away. He vaguely remembered Dean mentioning something while looking there earlier, but the appearance of the Hunt had overshadowed it so much he'd forgotten. And before he could so much as move forward to get a good look for himself, Kasen had darted off into the trees, saying he would catch up with them later. For a second Sam paused, gritting his teeth in indecision. So there were footprints in the woods. So what? They could have been from a hiker that afternoon, from anyone walking through the woods at any point since it had last snowed. Chasing it was probably a goose chase, and Sam didn't have time to deal with nonsense... not when Dean's life was on the line. But still... he couldn't just let a civilian go running through a monster-infested woods at night. The job was about protecting people, and that included impulsive idiots with no self-preservation instinct. Huffing out an angry breath, he muttered "Yeah right..." And then he was chasing through the forest as well, moving as quickly as he could with a glare fixed on Kasen's back. (OOC: Sorry, I think I'm channeling season 5-6 Sam in this post. I've gotta go back and watch some of the earlier eps now so I can get back into the swing of more good-natured Sammy. )
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Nov 5, 2010 23:55:59 GMT -5
(OOC: Lol, it's ok, Sam. He's got a right to be annoyed. Kasen's a tad impulsive about these things. But he's not leaving him alone, that's a good sign for season 2 Sam!) BIC:It was a good 10 seconds of running, which really wasn't a whole lot, but seemed much longer. The footprints he followed were evenly spaced and unhurried. 'This person is just strolling. Just out for a walk.' Kasen shook his head. Maybe. Maybe not. But it was something. He needed to check. He'd heard the crunching of snow behind him almost right away, but a quick check told him it was just the brother, Sam. Kasen scowled and turned back to his trail only to find he'd come to the end. The tracks ended in a mess of stomped down snow at the edge of a small clearing. Kasen looked about in confusion, trying to find where the footprints went next, but they didn't go anywhere. They were lost in the mess of crushed snow. The owner of the prints had apparently paced back and forth quite a bit. 'This is it?' "Damn," Kasen cursed. But it was when he kicked a patch of snow that he noticed it. He stood still, mouth just a little bit ajar as he identified a symbol, a circle with pentagrams and other smaller symbols within it. Dark and shadowed it was compared to the crispy white snow around it. The 12 foot wide circle looked as if it had been burned quickly into the snow. The whole sight felt ominous and he absently scratched at the sleeve of his left forearm beneath which a marred circle of his own had been carved without his wont. Circles. That's right. He'd done research on circles of power. That's what this one reminded him of. He flipped open the journal in his hands, but found that despite the full moon, it was hard to out the small print and even the circles themselves. And of course he couldn't find the pen he was sure he'd brought. He was just going to have to remember it and figure out what it meant later.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 6, 2010 19:44:56 GMT -5
Now that he understood what she was, Dean liked the woman's attitude.
'Good luck for me?'
"I suppose it is," Dean chuckled. A fellow hunter. Somehow it alleviated the pressure a little. "I was on a hunt before I got sucked into the Twilight Zone here. Something's been relieving towns of their inhabitants. We weren't positive before, but I think I am now. The horses, the horseman, the screaming and the ... the German. Ever heard of the Erlking and the Wild Hunt?"
Without waiting for an answer he launched into a very brief description of the Erlking and how it swept up unwitting hostages to become part of its Hunt. He wondered silently then how the guy got people to work for him and his hunt. He obviously didn't just choose people who would be interested in snatching up helpless civilians because as far as he knew, he was not interested in such things. He didn't dwell long, though.
The Erlking had made one big mistake in picking up Dean Winchester. He and Sam hadn't really figured out how to kill the bastard from afar. But Dean was on the inside now. What better position of retaliation could he ask for?
Now all he needed was a weapon and he doubted his or Molly's knives were going to cut it. Especially if the thing they needed to kill was that shadow that had spoken to him.
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Post by Eve Vardell on May 22, 2011 19:07:18 GMT -5
Eve spun around as Kasen took off in a seemingly random direction and Sam, scowling, followed.
"Hey!" Well, there was no way she was going to stand around and wait while they got themselves lost in the forest. "Hold on!" And then she was racing after them.
She came to a stop a few seconds after the other two, but couldn't make out what had brought Kasen to such a sudden halt. There were a mess of footprints that didn't really seem to lead anywhere, but nothing to warrant his shocked expression.
"What are we..." But she trailed off as her companion pulled out a journal and started flipping through it rapidly. "Kasen, what's going on?"
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Post by Kasen Rowe on May 27, 2011 22:54:35 GMT -5
Kasen looked to Sarah, only partly surprised that she'd followed. In response to the question, he pointed at the sullied snow.
"See all this? It's kind of hard to see, but its a circle of power." Kasen began to carefully move around the outside of the circle so as to get a better look at the shapes. "They use these for all sorts of things. Controlling others, opening doorways, protection, summoning, speaking with demons, or even speaking with angels." Kasen looked up at the girl with a smirk. "Or so they say, anyway."
There were many things he'd read about that he wouldn't have believed before his own brush with magic, but some of the myths and hearsay were still a bit beyond him. Talking to demons was one thing. The Cult he tracked had communicated with a demon of some kind. But angels and opening doorways to dark dimensions... that was a whole different story.
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Post by Eve Vardell on May 28, 2011 15:30:12 GMT -5
As he pointed out the circle in the snow, it suddenly became shockingly obvious. There was no way shapes like that could have occurred naturally in the frozen earth.
"They use these for all sorts of things..."
Oh, Eve knew. She instinctively clutched her hand to her left wrist, where the edge of her sweater and a black armband served as the only means of hiding the symbol she had tattooed there nearly two years before. A specialized circle, or so she'd been told, meant to seal the wolf within her and keep her from changing even during the height of the full moon. Obviously, it hadn't worked as advertised, and the mishap had cost more than Eve was willing to think about at the moment.
She'd never encountered a circle of power that actually worked, but she'd encountered people who swore by them. And judging by Kasen's expression as he scoured his book, he seemed to be another one.
She aimed a glance at their other companion.
"What about you? You have a lot experience with this supernatural stuff, right? Have you ever seen anything like this before?"
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Post by Molly Rourke on May 30, 2011 21:13:59 GMT -5
She listened silently to the man's explanation, crossing her arms and raising a skeptical brow as he spoke of a ghostly hunt snatching up any unlucky enough to cross its path.
"Wild Hunt, huh? I've heard folk stories, fairy tales, but nothing that made it sound more'n that." She cast a glance at the shadows swirling around them, obstructing the treeline. "Though I guess if I ever needed proof, this'd be it." Though why her mark would be racing dead into the middle of this Hunt, she couldn't figure. Shifting her stance slightly, she asked,
"So this Hunt, it's not just people, right?" People meaning humans. Obviously. "Hell, if this Erlking's a person I'll eat my own boot." She didn't bother waiting for him to agree, pushing on in a hushed voice. "So what else do you think we're dealing with, then? Wraiths, skinwalkers... werewolves? Big evil convergence like this, probably likely to attract all sorts of dark creatures. Not just the King we've got to worry about here."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 5, 2011 1:14:27 GMT -5
Sam squinted through the darkness, managing to make out the edges of the circle before Kasen pointed them out. It was a circle of power, alright, the symbols and lines calling to mind the Devil's Trap he, Dean and Bobby had used on the demon Meg just a few months before. Unfortunately, while Sam had read through some books on circles during his high school years (after John had learned that giving Sam weapons as birthday presents didn't go over quite as well as it did with Dean, he had started coming up with books on all sorts of beasts and magic instead), the Trap really was the only one he could recall in its entirety.
He narrowed his eyes as Sarah turned to address him, trying to make out anything that might help.
"Yeah... well, sort of. Kasen's definitely right about it being a circle of power. The solid line around the edge is what contains the magical energy, keeps it from dispersing or... well, escaping the control of whoever summoned it." He winced suddenly as Kasen came in close to the circle, studying it. "Be careful! If you break the circle before we know what it was used for, we could be letting all kinds of hell loose. Don't step in it, don't disturb the snow too close to the edge."
If the circle had some kind of connection to the Hunt - and Sam didn't have enough faith in coincidences to believe otherwise - then that either meant that the Hunt itself was working magic (which none of the lore suggested) or that someone had summoned it or was attempting to harness it somehow.
"Memorize what symbols you can, then let's head back into town. I might have some reference materials that'll help us figure this out."
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