I had long since stopped wondering why I didn't hate the Hunter's company. I found myself with Azrael more often than not as of late... Originally, I'd questioned the nuisance of his presence but as of late, I found it less tiring than I had before our foray into the world of Fast Food that ended as quickly as it had begun and with an excruciating amount of banshee-like screams from a horde of lustful women. Regretting the notion of that fateful day, I'd found myself instead wondering about the target we had missed the night we had made the strange pact that had led us to McDonalds in the first place. The target was an individual that brought Azrael to great amounts of disgust but had piqued my interest as I'd yet to come across a were of it's kind. While the Hunter had negated my initial amusement by explaining to me that this were-horse wasn't exactly the were-pony I had in mind, and instead was quite the colossus, I'd still found myself thinking about how I might lure such a were-pony into my clutches and further capture the thing. Surely, Azrael would be delighted to know I'd actually proven myself useful in his ventures; without much effort I had discovered a way to lure said were-pony (I really don't care if it's a fucking horse, it will indeed stay deemed a pony) into my immediate vicinity for what might prove to be the most entertaining task I'd attempted yet in the Hunter's line of work.

At first, I thought that perhaps because of the way were-animals marked territory that I wouldn't be able to get the were-pony into the West side where I might be able to capture it. Frost was his name, right? The idea of the pony being named Frost had caused a snort of laughter and disbelief when Azrael had initially described him to me. Sugar plum fairies danced in my head while my thoughts began painting Frost as some kind of My-Little-Pony depiction complete with blue body and silver mane and tail, possibly with a snowflake tattoo'ed on his blue flank. This had caused yet another unfortunate fit of laughter and an immediate google search of My Little Ponies that only ended with the discovery of what the internet deemed 'Bronies' and a rather sad amount of half naked men with horns strapped on their heads, earning me less respect from the Hunter, I'm sure. I hadn't cared at the time as my Shadow gleefully began circling my figure in a manner that clearly represented a horse, obviously sharing my enthusiasm for the task that lay ahead.

Upon devising a plan so pathetic it would work, I'd enacted the very idea with an immediacy that would impress Azrael. No My Little Pony could refuse a delicious breakfast that might appeal to the human lingering inside their were-pony body. Complete with coffee and toast, I'd allowed Tobias to help me set up the breakfast to lure the Pony Man to my shop before sending him off for the day so I could carry out my offensive strategy to rid the city of the were-pony that seemed to plague Azrael's existence. With patience I had begun to employ in working with the Hunter, I lazed quietly in the shadows of the shop until I heard the telltale footfalls of the guest of honor. I knew that without a doubt he sensed my presence, or at least my scent. The essence of my magic generally left a clove-like scent that tended to penetrate the areas I occupied most often; I knew he'd smell it and at least know I'd been here recently. The scent might have grown stronger as I began to weave a gentle illusion that the shop was empty; it was the only thing I could not mask as the magic itself had a smell.

And he was resting lazily as I had suspected he might, munching quite blankly upon what was left as a booby trap for him until the Shadow trotted on all fours towards the were-pony, attempting to sneak towards him before leaping spontaneously upon the back of the shadow that was attached to the unsuspecting were-pony.

Good fucking God. Really?

The shadow couldn't make sounds, but if it could... surely there would have been a whoop of joy as it raised an ethereal arm to spin what could only be classified as a make-shift lasso. And when he was unsuccessful at said attempt to capture the shadow of the were-pony, I knew it was going to be time to intervene far sooner than I would have liked.