Drawloween - Haunted Hideaway

Piri had busted out. Well and truly escaped, leading some sort of twisted adventure into the unused back pasture. Wyatt wasn't exactly sure how, judging by the still-intact fence. It seemed like the hot wire had malfunctioned, though, and if anyone was going to push boundaries it was Piri. Twilight settled over the autumn sky, coloring the landscape an even more threatening shade of red. Of course, why wouldn't it? Wyatt grumbled to himself, stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets. Moving over the rolling rise in the landscape, taking stock of where exactly his mare had gotten off to.

Scanning the desolation, he can see a few hoof prints in the soft earth. Tracking them, his pulse picked up. Shifting the lead rope flung over his shoulder, breaking into a light jog. "Don't fucken tell me," speaking to no one in particular, he could tell exactly where Piri had gone. The shed that leaned on the edge of the property, one of the reasons this pasture was unused. It was in bad shape, but not just that. The whole thing gave him bad vibes-- consider his heebies jeebied. Maybe that was why he'd dragged his feet on getting the whole thing leveled. With all the projects going on, the demolition kept getting pushed to the bottom of the list.

A loud noise rang out, hoof on metal. Piri was certainly in the old building, and she was either stuck or simply expressing her displeasure. She'd kicked something, an old oil drum or one of the rusted out old generators that lay inside the cobbled and leaning structure. Pulling out his flashlight, Wyatt drew near the structure. All broken windows and sloped sides, he could only hope that she hadn't gotten hurt in her escapade. "You really didn't make this easy, did you?" Grumbling lightly, he's quick to reach for the mare.

Too quick. A flash of her blue eyes, and a grey velveteen muzzle reaching for his outstretched hand. Well, at least Piri was acting like herself. Wyatt pulled back quickly, with a heavy sigh. "Come on, don't be like that. Let's go home, it's getting dark." The same tone of voice he might have used in a hostage negotiation. That's basically what this was, and night was only coming on stronger. Wind rushing through the loose slats in the shed, though that wasn't the only chill in the air. The quicker they could get out of this creepy little hideaway, the better.

Piri drew back, thinking for a moment. Weighing her options. Before the spiced mare could decide if she was going to kick or bite, Wyatt crinkled something in his pocket. Peppermints weren't her favorite, but it was the best he could do on short notice. Hell, he'd only realized her escape when he was on his way to feed for the night. He was damn lucky there was anything that resembled a treat in his truck at all, the couple dusty peppermints his only hope at a bribe. Reaching out with a flat palm, the mare moved to greet him. Though she would try to take a finger in the process of snatching the treat, Wyatt was quick enough to slip a rope halter over her nose.

"If you could stop being borderline homicidal for like, two minutes that would be really cool." Exasperated, and worried that Piri would start seeing the ghosts that had to call this place home, Wyatt gave a tentative tug on her halter. Leading them off, though she balked once more as they reached the door. Her ears pinning, as if ready to choose violence once more. Another strong breeze picked up, this time catching one of the shudders at the back of the mostly-vacant building. It slammed against the frame, causing the whole shed to shift. Piri, not liking the sound of that, shot forward. It wasn't what Wyatt had in mind for getting her moving, but he wasn't going to complain. The quicker they vacated the spooky little shack, the better.