Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190522145433/@comment-38998054-20190606161255

The Vaewolf noticed that all but one had foe had fallen and Jehan had him on the ropes. With this knowledge, he shifted back into his man form, Castiel.

Castiel swiftly went to his allies side, using a charmed handkerchief to clean the blood off his face and hands and arms. As swiftly as the handkerchief turned red with blood, it turned back white as snow as if it had never been used. It was a neat souvenir from a noxiphyllic vampire he'd slain sixty years ago for trying to double cross him.

He rejoined his allies to assess any injuries. Not that he could magically help, but his vampiric knowledge of anatomy was prone to being useful.

"Everyone okay? Anyone need any help?" He offered.