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Ah... so she is going to be in her demon form. 

-headtilt-

Not sure. When I first made her, her species is a Shisthesa which means 'One Made of Shadows'.

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Ariskye was crouched in the shadows of a building. Her head was tilted and slanted upwards as her eyes watched the sky. With her wings half curled around her body, she was almost perfectly camouflaged with the shadows she was in. Curled around her feet is her tail, the tip was twitching impatiently. With one finger-talon, she traced something on the hard surface and sang softly under her breath as she waited for orders from the higher-ups.

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Nope.

"What are you doing here?'  He asked.  He was in the back of the bar, with a farmiliar-to him- face.

"Kind of just hanging,"  He muttered. "Look, that lycan.....Is there anything you've dug up on him, Gale?"  Ivan questioned.

"I know very little, he's not even on the charts....I s'pose I can try and meet him in person, but he usually has a pack of hellhounds with him,"  Gale explained.

"Whatever, we just need him killed.  Sam 'n' Dean want nothin' to do with him"

((xD, that's funny, considering Hellhounds are invisible.))

Dean entered the bar, exchanging greetings with most of the crowd. They sat at the bar, the bartender coming up to them.

"The Usual, Winchester?" He asked, laughing.

"Yeah, Doc!" Dean smirked. "Oh, and a Purple Nurple for my brother here!" 

Hearing laughing voices, Ariskye glanced in the direction they were coming from. Her tounge slowly slid out from her mouth as she tasted the air. Nothing was coming towards her. Good. But she was still wondering what the voices where talking about. Slowly standing up, her tongue retreated back behind her pointed teeth and her wings furled tightly against her back. As she pulled up her cowl, she sheathed her claws and slowly moved towards the noises. Her talons clicked softly on the ground.

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Bump?

((Well, I kinda can't post...))

Sam laughed, shooting down his drink.

"Go Sammy!" Dean grinned, guzzling down his beer. 

[[ -eyes glimmer mishcieviously- I could think of something. ]]

As she got closer to the sounds of merriment, she managed to look through a window to see two brothers having fun inside a resturant. Ariskye tilted her head to one side. Fun? What was that? Edging closer to the window, curiousity shone bright in her alien crimson eyes.

Dean suddenly felt like someone was watching him, his hand instinctively moving to the gun hidden in his jeans.

"Hey, Sammy, I think somethin' is here." 

Ariskye flinched back slightly at the suden movement one of the males made. She curled her lips into a slight snarl and her tail swished around her feet in obvious aggitation.

Dean looked at the window, seeing the alien eyes. He shook his head, looking away.

"Okay, think I had one too many." He laughed, dropping his tense posture. 

Ariskye snorted and shook her head. She unfurled her wings slightly to have them in a more comfortable position.

Sam only shook his head, walking to the door.

"Hey man, I need some air." 

Ariskye backed up quickly, tripping over her tail in the process. She let out a startled hiss, and managed to stay on her feet. But her talons dug into the concrete, creating small sparks.

Sam looked up, hearing the hiss.

"Hello?" 

Ariskye froze for half a second as her tongue flicked out from in between her lips like a snake's. Another hiss escaped her, but this one was softer.

Sam stepped closer, his gaze confused.

"Anyone there?" 

Thinking fast, Ariskye replied; "Who wants to know?"