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"That gun for me?"
You stop in place, eyes scanning the rocky clearing without success. It was a woman's voice, cheery with a bit of a southern twang. You don't see anyone.
She laughs. "Come on a little closer. I don't bite, sugar."
You hesitate and then follow the advice. Why not? You take a few more steps toward the inner stone ring when something crunches under foot. You lift your boot and look down at a moss-covered femur bone. You see now that the ground is strewn with them. You recognize deer, rabbit, cats, and dogs all spread in a broad ring around the inner circle. The bones here are old, yellowed, dry, and partly covered with moss.
Flies buzz around the rear half of the deer you saw last night lying just beyond the inner ring. It lies on top of an aged heap of other deer bones.
"My my my," the woman says. "You've got some big time enemies, baby." Now you see her. A woman, just a human woman, lying on that altar stone on her stomach. She's propped up on her elbows, chin resting on her hands. Her feet kick idly in the air behind her. She's wearing bell-bottom jeans and a short cut denim jacket which exposes the small of her back, the sleeves are lined with long leather fringe. Her hair is long, a soft brown, parted neatly down the middle, curling out at the tips. Her face is partly obscured by over-sized circular glasses, rose tinted. She smiles at you as you see her. "Someone has done some serious work on you." You see her studying you and get the uncomfortable sensation that she's seeing through you. "Who cut you up like that? Come a little closer so I can get a good look at you."
You look down at the bones littering the ground and don't move an inch. "Who are you?"
"Virginia," she says, kicking her legs slowly, playfully.
You glance down at the bones again. You ask maybe the more pressing question. "<span class="mu-i">What</span> are you?"
Her grin widens more than you think should be possible. "Think of me as the lesser evil, darlin." She chuckles darkly. "Now I reckon I'm entitled to some answers of my own." She rolls off the stone and onto her feet. "You're in my parlor now, aren't ya?" She chuckles. "So tell me what you're doing here."
>I'm the guy with the gun. I ask the questions
>I saw a creature here last night. A Wendigo
>Just out for a hike
>Write in
