(open) ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ʙʟɪɴᴅ

[unwings]

WHO: Castiel
WHAT: catch-all, open and closed starters
WHEN: november-december
WHERE: cadens, nocwich, horizon
WARNING: nothing yet

ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛʀᴜɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛᴇ
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OPEN; nocwich hunting

[unwings]

[ the slaying of monsters wasn’t the first thing castiel had in mind when he accepted a finely crafted spear from the guardians of the woods and entered the hunting grounds. There’s plenty enough of that back home for him, and others here seem to have it well in hand. Moreso, he’d wanted to explore, catch a glimpse of these new and fantastical creatures in their mystifying, foreboding habitat.

So, like a horror safari.

Moving at a slow, silent pace through the trees and foliage, cas is able to watch a herd of fisceime from a distance for a time, until the raucous crack and slam of a torcainse up-rooting a nearby tree scatters them.

Later, when Cas finds an outcropping of boulders to settle himself onto and simply wait for local wildlife to wander by, a cyfaill comes to investigate him, buzzing happily around his head, landing on a shoulder, and scampering down over his arm and onto a hand. Not even allowing a breath to stir him, Cas does his best impression of an indifferent fern, letting the insect toddle around, leaving a bit of its sugary, green goo behind, before it flutters off. Of course, with the sweet scent of it and honey-like consistency, the angel has a taste of it.

The happy, floating high it leaves him with is perhaps not the best state for being alone in a dangerous, predator infested wood. When he lastly stumbles on a deeply hibernating dreunania, and takes to plucking some flowers and herbs, the gealaci kucing stalking him from tree branches above, goes entirely unnoticed. ]

[wiedzminka]

[ There are a few reasons Ciri's pleased that Nocwich has decided to give them access to Oleuni Square and the surrounding areas more frequently. Among them are the fact she likes the weather here, and it gives her a good opportunity to enjoy the cold and the smell of real, proper trees. The sight of them too, even if it is always dark. The Square itself has plenty of enjoyable places too, the spa and hot springs, at least one tavern where she's found the werewolf ale suits her tastes quite well. But the hunting grounds is still one of her favorites (tying into the whole tree thing as well).

She likes the quiet. The hunt. It is an almost meditative endeavor, relaxing to her even as she keeps her sense on high alert, fingers ready to pull back her bowstring at any moment. She's been enjoying getting more practice in with a bow, too, considering she doesn't use such a weapon frequently. She might even buy one, one of these days.

Despite the recommendations of the hunt organizers that she find a partner to hunt with, Ciri has been here alone a few times. Often, she prefers it. But she's not against teaming up if she finds someone either in need of assistance, or someone she knows.

This time, she stumbles upon both in one. ]

Castiel.

[ Ciri calls out, voice soft. She's in the shadow of a nearby tree, bowstring taught, fletching just brushing her cheek. ]

Hold very still.

[unwings]

Ciri?

[ Cas snaps up, flower he'd been picking clutched in his hand. He whisper-shouts to her while squinting through the dark, far less sneaky than he thinks he is. There she stand, bow drawn, looking very intense and hunterly. Were Cas less blitz on magic insect goo, the immediate danger might've been apparent to him, but sadly, this is not the case. At least he's confused enough to stand still, head at a curious tilt. ]

What are you—

[ seeing it's opportunity to strike rapidly passing, the creature in the trees pounces, springing from the branch it'd been delicately balanced on and launching towards Castiel's shoulders, fangs bared and razor claws reaching for the kill. ]