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[imblue_dabi_me_daddy_die]

WHO: Anyone
WHERE: Everywhere, but near the Big Fence
WHEN: Just before sunset.

[Life has been SLICING in the pasture, good shit!! It's also been getting a lot warmer. Well, it is summer(?) spring(?) there is no calendar here don't worry about it.

But there is some SIGNFICANT heat coming from a portion of the fence and--oh. oh no. Is that Patches? Is he setting the fence on--yeah he's setting the fence on fire. Is anyone surprised??

As soon as the wood burns away, mist begins pouring into the pasture, forming into foggy, wolf-like beast. It snaps up the first sheep it sees, shaking it like a ragdoll and leaving it a messy pulp before looking for bigger prey.

But that isn't the only issue. More mist is still pouring through the broken fence, but. . .it's not forming wolves. It's just creepily, quickly, spreading across the pasture.

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL. So anyone who had those friendship stars? They begin to jingle just as the fence breaks. Then they float into the air. . .and shoot off. They're not so fast that you can't follow them, however, and they're heading to outer meadow.

SO WHAT'S HAPPENING?

1) STARS. Wanna ignore this shit and follow your star? Do so here.

2) But for real someone should probably deal with the FENCE and WOLF before Patches lets more murderwolves in.

3) Ain't got time for either of that? Away from the nonsense! Cool! The mist is still creeping about. If you happen to inhale or walk through or otherwise come in contact with the mist, you'll experience on of two effects:
A) Prey - You are suddenly overcome with emotion and extremely clingy. You want someone to comfort you-you might cry on them. You might hug them, begging them to stay with you. You just want someone there with you.

B) Predator - What is this IRRITATION. You're fussy, you're in a sour mood, and you want to know where YOUR PEOPLE ARE. You find yourself being far more protective than normal and snapping at anyone who you deem a threat, or at anyone who doesn't want to be yours.



OR YOU JUST COMPLETELY MISS THIS, IT'S FINE. It's just one wolf! How hard can this be!]

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[watercress]

[So Songbird has no idea what the fuck is going on. All he heard was the sounds of the fence getting broken and some people exclaiming as he came out of the Weeds' clubhouse to check on things--

And oh.

Oh fuck.

The wolf howls and Songbird just freezes, falling off the ladder in the process and panic-scrambling to the nearest safe-thing-not-a-fucking-wolf.

Yeah. Someone's afraid of dogs. Big time.]

[pleasantmisery]

[Shadow Fiend was preoccupied with the giant mist wolf, but once that's dealt with, she remembers seeing someone fall off the ladder in the clubhouse's direction.

Checking that someone isn't lying around with, like, a broken leg would...probably be the neighborly thing to do. Even if she's not exactly feeling super charitable toward the Weeds at the moment.

Well! Whatever! She's trekking clubhouse-ward, looking for signs of whoever it was that fell off the ladder.]

[watercress]

[Signs include some brown feathers scattered on the ground, distressed wheezing, and muttered swears from somewhere under the clubhouse. There are perks to being short, apparently.

They haven't moved since they got under here.]

[pleasantmisery]

[looking around, and when she doesn't see anyone around the clubhouse, crouching to peek under the clubhouse, wherever the mutters and wheezing are coming from]

Ummm... Hello? You okay in there?

[watercress]

Ah--fuck, please--the dogs, the dogs, not the dogs--

[pleasantmisery]

You mean the wolves? Don't worry, they're all taken care of now! And the fence is fixed, too! No more dogs!

[watercress]

[Songbird looks out past Shadow Fiend and, upon hearing no howls and seeing no wolves, proceeds to slowly make their way out from under the clubhouse. They look like shit, frazzled and sickly pale and sweaty.]

What. the fuck. was that.

[pleasantmisery]

[backing up to give them some space]

Y'know, I'm not really sure! From the creepy mist that's everywhere, I guess? I've never gone into it, so I don't know what-all is actually in there. Wolves and giant white soul-eating snakes, apparently!

[watercress]

[The space is appreciated, especially since he kinda just.

Flops to the ground on his ass and spreads his wings to try and calm the fuck down.]

Do we know what happened?

[pleasantmisery]

Patches burned the fucking fence down, that's what happened!

[watercress]

...is he still alive.

[pleasantmisery]

Nope! Stormy zapped him with a shit-ton of lightning, and then the giant white snake ate his soul or something. Pretty sure that fucko's not coming back from that one!

[watercress]

Good.

[Flopping back on the grass.]

Fuck Patches. Fuck dogs.

[pleasantmisery]

Well, the upside is that I haven't seen anything dog-like aside from the mist wolf. Even the gatordawgs are more like gators, just dog-sized ones. So you're probably safe from dogs as long as you don't go into the mist.

[watercress]

[Thumbs up!]

...what's your name?

[pleasantmisery]

I'm Shadow Fiend! What about you? Have you picked one yet?

[watercress]

Songbird works. Thanks for...

[Gestures vaguely]

Finding me. I heard the howling and...yeah.

[pleasantmisery]

Just being neighborly! You didn't hurt anything falling off the ladder, did you?

[watercress]

My back's killing me, so I probably landed wrong on my bad wing and if I don't get a headache from all this I'll be amazed.

[Doesn't feel concussed, at least.]

[pleasantmisery]

Well, that doesn't sound too bad! I was thinking more along the lines of a broken leg or something, but I guess you're mostly fine.

[watercress]

Yeah, I was most of the way down when I heard the howl thankfully.

[Muttered:]Fuck, if I see Patches again I am going to drown him on dry land... [More clearly:] Thanks again, by the way.

[pleasantmisery]

You're welcome! Like I said, just being neighborly.