[center][color=bc8dbf][h1][b]Calamity[/b][/h1][/color][/center]
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[color=92278f][h2]Location: Blaze Town[/h2][/color]
Calamity had a long day, and she was hoping to leave at nightfall, so that it was easier to slip away unnoticed.  Unfortunately, she found herself in the middle of a blood bath.  Sighing, and cursing at the fact that she cared about the civilians of the town more than she should, Calamity herself, enters the battle.  She hated the cultists, and wanted nothing to do with them normally, but since she was around, and she hadn't had a proper fight in a while, she though, [color=bc8dbf][i]why not?  I have time, and pushing the cultists back seems easy enough.[/i][/color]

Using her wings to push people back, her tail to trip others over, and her swords to cut down any cultist in her path, Calamity is a whirlwind of blood.  She destroys everything in her path, taking her time as she killed.  Eventually, she stops, looking at everything around her.  It all seemed so dark, and...well, bloody.  She smirks, feeling powerful.  She closes her eyes, and sighs.  She really enjoyed the fight.  It helped release all of her stress.  She feels better now.  She looks down at her body.  There wasn't a single part of her that wasn't splattered with blood.

Shaking her wings and tail, the blood slowly drips off.  Pouting, she realises she needs to find a stream where she can clean herself up.  She didn't want to wash the blood off in the waters that border the town, but she couldn't really travel with all the blood on her in any case.  Sighing, she heads for the water.  At least she can just jump in the water to wash the blood off.  It makes things quick, even if the blood is already staining her clothes.  She doesn't particularly mind.

Once more, her thoughts travel to her brother, once again wondering if he was alive.  If he was happy.  If he thought about her.  She wished she could've gotten to know him better.  She wished she could've found him over the years of travel.  Reaching the water, the first thing she does is clean her blade.  She takes good care of her sword that splits in two, carefully washing away the blood, before wiping it dry.  Setting her things down on the ground, she jumps into the water, quickly rubbing the blood off her skin, hair, scales and clothes.

When she's finished, she jumps out, grabbing her things.  Not wanting to stay any longer, she heads North.

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[center][color=7ea7d8][h1][b]Castiel[/b][/h1][/color][/center]
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[color=0072bc][h2]Location: Feral Grounds of Nero[/h2][/color]
Castiel walks in a relaxed, confident manner.  It was as if he were just strolling in a field of flowers.  He wasn't deterred by the skeletons that littered the ground.  He was heading in direction of the creature, though he didn't particularly care.  Despite his seemingly relaxed posture, he was alert, and ready to fight if needed.  He didn't care about the fact that it was dark, or the fact that there seemed to be no life and no sound around him.