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Cold, dark water enclosed Castiel as he pushed himself deeper towards the cave, silently praying to not see a whale. His tail fins flailed at the thought, and he wished Shadow was brave enough to come with him earlier. The elusive siren let Cas have a head start, too busy fawning over that one-eyed pirate and their extensive goodbyes. The dark mermaid hung back from Cas, nervous tension lightly pricking their mental line. Shadow's audible rhythmical, nervous chirps didn't help calm him. But the striped mermaid made the choice of where to explore, so he couldn't turn back now! They were master explorers! He felt excitement rise in his heart-c

Vanquisher growled softly to himself, flicking old stubs of wood and stones across the scarred and scratched table, glancing at the crumpled paper in his fist. How the hell was he supposed to cross a lake and kill a prince?! He couldn't swim a lake! But of course, his employer did not offer a boat. Only an quick explanation that a man would be here for Vanquisher and tell him how he can reach the other side. He flicked his eye up to the approaching kid, lips twitching into a scowl. Was the bastard really so cowardly he would send a kid to Vanquisher?! The child twitched twitched nervously, extending a shaking hand to Vanquisher. He met the

Oleander stood at the shoreline, pushing himself on his tip-toes. His dark brown ear-tips were fully perked, making him look older then he was. He was a young puppy, old enough to be out of the house, but young enough to have his soft puppy-fur frizz in the humid air and his ears still flop at the tips. Unlike his parents. Both of them had large, pointed ears. His mother had thinner ears, like Oleander. As more waves lapped the shore, he stretched his paws into the sand, letting out a light giggle at the feeling between his toes. Catching his reflection, the boy frowned, trying to pinpoint whether he looked like his mom or dad. Turning to st

The ship felt unnatural when it was empty. Gitan could feel and see little flashes of past interaction when she ran her hand gently over the scarred table. Scarred from Vanquisher's attacks when he grew impatient, and Oleander's nervous nail-digging. She cast a glance at the empty, messy beds. Oleander never let them put the beds far from the centre of the ship. Possible out of fear of phantom sailors. Or the rot from wet wood. Taking a seat at one of the creaky wood chairs that lined the scratched wood table, Gitan put her head in her arms. And grieved. Grieved because, even though she promised vengeance, her closest companions would not

Lily's blue-purple eyes met Kasey's pink-navy in a tense glare. Or, as close to a glare as Lily could come. The delinquent scoffed at their silent argument, causing the cigarette in his snout to flick slightly. Lily didn't lighten up, furrowing his brow further. He'd win. He always won their conflicts! “God, princess, it's not like it's hurting you.” “Jesus, Kasey! It affects me! You taste like an ashtray.” Giving a frustrated sigh, he gently flicked the cigarette from Kasey's mouth, watching it fall to the cement under the cold bench they were seated on. With a small huff, he stomped it out, grabbing Kasey's hand to