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<Mese> Ping has run deep into the woods, and quite by chance, has ended up inside a clearing.
<Mese> Surrounded by the looming trees, a small circle of stones, left here by... natives? Kids? Hippies? W Ho? can be sure.
<Mese> Whatever the original intent, by the dim light of the half-clouded moon, the circle certainly LOOKS occult.
<Mese> On closer inspection, someone, somehow has nailed a horshoe to one of the stones.
<Mese> The buzzing in Ping's ears is a low hum still, like feedback or tinnitus.
Ping goes over the looks at the stone
<Ping> *and looks
<Mese> The horseshoe is upward pointing. Luck?
<Mese> A faint rustling sound.
<Mese> Something like a large dog is padding around the edges of the clearing, mostly silently, were it not for the leaves.
<Mese> It seems like the dog... wolf? Even that doesn't seem quite right... is unwilling, or unable, to come any closer.
pigeon is now known as Cole
<Mese> But it IS circling.
Ping closes her eyes and every goes white, suddenly she is standed on a thin tree branch of an old mystic oak. The song of the fae fills the air around her and the stars above twinkle magically.
<Ping> She can't see Pox anyway, and calls to him, leaping from branch to branch "POX!"
<Mese> "I'm here, I'm here!"
<Mese> A small golbin of a man is capering about on the branch just above, cackling.
<Mese> "Just for once, I'm ALL here, haha!"
<Mese> "But you found a circle, didn't you. Lucky lucky!" He spits.
Ping dodges the spit, almost hanging in the air and then jumps off that air and grabs Pox by his ankle. In a move impossible for her tiny frame, she swings him down and through the thick branches. His screams of pain amuse her.
<Mese> "Ech! Gagh! Evil human child!"
<Ping> She leaps down onto his broken form, a branch sticking from his torso and bleeding badly. She grabs it and says "What is hounding me out there in the bushes! Tell me or I yank!"
<Mese> Pox burbles inanely, a bubble of blood forming at his lips. "I'M out there. All here! I SAID so."
<Ping> "Huh? Speak plainly!"
<Mese> "You ripped me up, nasty nasty girl. All borken pieces. There's a bit of me here... and a bit of me out there."
<Ping> "Oh, you are coming to get me?"
<Mese> "No, I am coming to get me!"
<Mese> "YOU are just in the way."
<Mese> "You and all your nasty girl human flesh and breath."
<Ping> "If it isn't obvious, you can't have back what I took. Finder's keepers and all that."
<Mese> "Why would I ask? I take."
<Mese> "Except for the circle! Lucky lucky."
<Ping> "Whatever, I'll just hang out here then. You can't stalk me forever fool."
Ping pulls on the branch to give him some more pain
<Mese> "Grrrrgrgrgllllll!"
<Ping> "What do you say to that! Hah!"
Ping has a truly sadistic smile, the kind you'd never show anyone expect someone about to die at your hand
<Mese> "Wait here then, fine. Spend all night with moon and stars in your fairy circle with your man iron. Me will watch you, and wait you, all night!"
<Mese> "Evil man iron, hate it hate it!"
<Ping> "Oh really. I see."
<Mese> He burbles again. "Silly men think the circles are built in the weak places to keep the fairies in! But fairies are everywhere men are not! The circles keep the fairies OUT..."
Ping cackles and pulls the branch from his chest, the spray of blood blending to a burst of white and then...
Ping opens her eyes
Ping grabs the horseshoe from the stone
<Mese> It is still the clearning, just as it was. The wolf thing - the Pox remnant, you guess - prowls about as before.
<Mese> The horseshoe parts company from the stone easily, the nails long since rusted through.
<Ping> "Ok you flea-ridden wolfen piece of shit, lets rumble."
Ping walks out of the circle, holding the horseshoe at the ready
<Mese> The wolf-Pox prowls up, sniffing the air as Ping emerges. It takes a tentative step toward, but recoils. Evidently it can't stand to be too close to the iron.
<Mese> Ping realises the iron is uncomfortably warm in her hand... but it looks a if the wolf will let her go if she keeps hold of it.
Ping runs home, holding the iron tight as she goes, wondering why her ears went all whacky!
<Mese> Ping speeds away, and the wolf-thing appears not to be able to follow. The last Ping sees of it, it is lurking balefully at the wood's edge. Exulted by her success, Ping sprints home....
<Mese> As she reaches the door, though, a glint in the night catches her eye.
<Mese> The wolf is there, in her garden, watching her carefully. It gives a nod, and then stalks away.
Ping tightens her hand around the horseshoe, its sharp rusty edges cutting into her flesh. She doesn't notice but stares at the departing wolf.
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