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He wasn't quite sure what motivated him to limp all the way out here. He knew he needed to get out of the god damned city, to move, to travel. It was engrained in his bones, traveling. Mostly Dean's fault- but he didn't want to go into it all that much. So he limped his way on. Ever since he had woke up without knowing where he was, where the OLD riverclan was, nor where he had been all this time and what had happened while he was soulless, Dean had spent a tick explaining. Which, took a day or two. Mostly because for Dean, he didn't really want to keep talking to Sam who would interrupt every five seconds. However, as soon as Sam got his story straight, he took off after telling- and convincing- Dean.
Limping was very difficult, he had to reflect now that it was part of him. The wooden prosthetic he had found in that random ass dumpster helped, but like anything from the dumpster, it wasn't nice nor did it smell good. It rubbed on his bandaged stump, so eventually he gave up and carried it on his back. The lab grew tired, his three paws aching, but soon enough he made it to the border. It smelled of urine- which he had grown used to- and whatever the hell Stea Bastion smelled like. He glanced around, drawing in a deep breath and headed for the castle. It reminded him faintly of a time long ago. Something he could barely remember, something he figured he didn't WANT to remember. It sounded painful. It involved Esca.
He wasn't going to focus on that.
His eyes flicked up and down the border as he limped in, before shortly and slowly, the sound of loud music met his ears. Sam frowned, then perked his triangle like ears, hazel-green eyes flicking about. "Hello?" He called, and suddenly in his face was a child. She looked ecstatic, her eyes wide- honey-gold, rose gold, whiskey-gold, and her fur mottled. Brown and tan. She was a pretty child, and suddenly his mind was whirling when he heard the music. "Romeo and Juliet.. Are together in eternity.." The song prattled out, and Sam's heard melted a little bit. Jess loved that song.. he shook his head violently, before blinking wildly. "Hey! Who are you and why are you trespassing into Mom's terri- er, well.. I guess it isn't Mom's anymore.." Those rose gold eyes glanced away.
Sam cleared his throat, sitting so he wouldn't hurt as much. "My name is Sam. Who are you, kiddo?" He questioned, offering a warm smile. Suddenly the kid was ecstatic, the feline bouncing around him, shouting, cheering- and Sam was dizzy. He groaned quietly, then rose his voice. "Hello? Can I get a name?!" He shouted, and the kid raced around him to face him, a wide grin on the child's maw and her eyes focused directly on his. "Uncle Sammy, you're my uncle. My name is Ozzy Abba Neer-Winchester." She recited the last part, puffing out her chest proudly. Sam's eyebrows rose, then a grin settled on his maw, and he cleared his throat.
"Ozzy, eh? I'm gonna call you Oz, kiddo." He replied, moving to hug her only to realize he was well, missing an leg. He closed his eyes, then opened them, briefly passing over the lasting grief on the missing limb. "I'd hug you but I'm a little shortpawed." Ozzy smiled wide at his pun, and then stood up straight, looking back towards the castle. "Uncle Sammy, can you come play with me? Everyone's busy and I'm all alone." She complained, and Sam shrugged. Why not? It just put off talking to Pim longer. Sam pushed to his paws with a grunt, following her now. Ozzy raced forward and then back, complaining only once that Sam was being slow before she realized that was rude and hushed.
td;lr sam is ozzy's uncle and came to talk to pim but ozzy found him first
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[spoiler=TAGS  10/10]Sam Winchester ♢ labrador ♢
// oneshot between sammy boy and his niece ozzyHe wasn't quite sure what motivated him to limp all the way out here. He knew he needed to get out of the god damned city, to move, to travel. It was engrained in his bones, traveling. Mostly Dean's fault- but he didn't want to go into it all that much. So he limped his way on. Ever since he had woke up without knowing where he was, where the OLD riverclan was, nor where he had been all this time and what had happened while he was soulless, Dean had spent a tick explaining. Which, took a day or two. Mostly because for Dean, he didn't really want to keep talking to Sam who would interrupt every five seconds. However, as soon as Sam got his story straight, he took off after telling- and convincing- Dean.
Limping was very difficult, he had to reflect now that it was part of him. The wooden prosthetic he had found in that random ass dumpster helped, but like anything from the dumpster, it wasn't nice nor did it smell good. It rubbed on his bandaged stump, so eventually he gave up and carried it on his back. The lab grew tired, his three paws aching, but soon enough he made it to the border. It smelled of urine- which he had grown used to- and whatever the hell Stea Bastion smelled like. He glanced around, drawing in a deep breath and headed for the castle. It reminded him faintly of a time long ago. Something he could barely remember, something he figured he didn't WANT to remember. It sounded painful. It involved Esca.
He wasn't going to focus on that.
His eyes flicked up and down the border as he limped in, before shortly and slowly, the sound of loud music met his ears. Sam frowned, then perked his triangle like ears, hazel-green eyes flicking about. "Hello?" He called, and suddenly in his face was a child. She looked ecstatic, her eyes wide- honey-gold, rose gold, whiskey-gold, and her fur mottled. Brown and tan. She was a pretty child, and suddenly his mind was whirling when he heard the music. "Romeo and Juliet.. Are together in eternity.." The song prattled out, and Sam's heard melted a little bit. Jess loved that song.. he shook his head violently, before blinking wildly. "Hey! Who are you and why are you trespassing into Mom's terri- er, well.. I guess it isn't Mom's anymore.." Those rose gold eyes glanced away.
Sam cleared his throat, sitting so he wouldn't hurt as much. "My name is Sam. Who are you, kiddo?" He questioned, offering a warm smile. Suddenly the kid was ecstatic, the feline bouncing around him, shouting, cheering- and Sam was dizzy. He groaned quietly, then rose his voice. "Hello? Can I get a name?!" He shouted, and the kid raced around him to face him, a wide grin on the child's maw and her eyes focused directly on his. "Uncle Sammy, you're my uncle. My name is Ozzy Abba Neer-Winchester." She recited the last part, puffing out her chest proudly. Sam's eyebrows rose, then a grin settled on his maw, and he cleared his throat.
"Ozzy, eh? I'm gonna call you Oz, kiddo." He replied, moving to hug her only to realize he was well, missing an leg. He closed his eyes, then opened them, briefly passing over the lasting grief on the missing limb. "I'd hug you but I'm a little shortpawed." Ozzy smiled wide at his pun, and then stood up straight, looking back towards the castle. "Uncle Sammy, can you come play with me? Everyone's busy and I'm all alone." She complained, and Sam shrugged. Why not? It just put off talking to Pim longer. Sam pushed to his paws with a grunt, following her now. Ozzy raced forward and then back, complaining only once that Sam was being slow before she realized that was rude and hushed.
td;lr sam is ozzy's uncle and came to talk to pim but ozzy found him first
text speech thoughts
coded by junkers
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
♛ Sam Winchester | Moose, Sammy | Male
♛ Straight | Monogamous
♛ Four moons younger then Dean Winchester | Birthday: May 2cd
♛ Shadowclanner | No Titles
♛ Jared Padalecki for Voiceclaim and Faceclaim
RECENT EVENTS:
♛ Joined Exiles, Soulless
♛ Disappeared for a month
♛ Fought Dean
♛ Soul returned by O'Neill
♛ New body, no right leg
PHYSICAL:
♛ Labrador [current/main] | health: 28%
 Tall, slightly muscular golden labrador. Hazel-green eyes, shock collar.
 [i]major injuries: Missing his front right leg, slowly healing
 [i]minor injuries: xx
♛ Beauceron [birth/second] | health: 28%
 Tall, slightly muscular black and brown dog. Green eyes, shock collar.
 [i]major injuries: Missing his front right leg, slowly healing
 [i]minor injuries: xx
RELATIONSHIPS:
♛ No relationship | 1/2 OF THE WINCHESTERS | 1/8{?} OF THE SPN SQUAD
♛ MARY WINCHESTER X JOHN WINCHESTER | Gen. 2
INTERACTION:
♛ Others may believe that Sam is weak or too kind when meeting him.
♛ Physically Extreme | Mentally Hard
♛ Finish fights, but instigates fights
♛ Attack in underline italic whatever color
♛ Can powerplay peaceful actions[/spoiler]