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The flame ignores her entirely, seeming to have it's own path to follow, and seriously, it's own music to jam to. Marching to a beat all it's own, the flame continues to dance, getting more excited the closer Christine gets, Or to larger life in general, leaving a little trail of matching embers on the ground. It didn't seem to be hurting anything, in point of obvious fact, quite the opposite, being a wellspring of vitality that just bounced along with it's odd happy motions.
 
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Christine reaches out towards the flame, only stopping herself at the last moment. Maybe I should try with something else, first. Looking around and listening, she tries to find a mouse or squirrel or something to toss into the flame.
 
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The creature that Christine manages to find is indeed a red tailed squirrel, which squeaks at her in terror before being consumed in the unholy fires of Random!

Though they weren't random because they had colors, but they WERE random because Christine could make a guess at who's fucking fault this all was.

However, she had much more immediate concerns as the flame took great offense to having something really alive thrown into it, and suddenly exploded.

When the intense wash of fire that left Christine tingling pleasantly rather then hurt her subsided, what was sitting where the flame had been was not a flame, nor was it a squirrel. It was a woman, nude, with a curvy athletic figure, cropped brown hair, a set of pointy ears, and a very thick, very bushy squirrel tail, that was instinctively flailing around in a panic, not in the way a dogs would, but in the way that suggested it was trying to play whack a mole without a target at the moment, it's fur all pricked out wide and floofed, while the brown eyed, brown haired girl who was sitting there Freaked the fuck out!

In her mid 20's, her chest rounded out at a healthy D, her ass would net a 9 on a 10 scale, her face was currently making all the pretty shapes it needed to with it's lucious lips, to scream at the top of it's lungs for 5 seconds, before looking at Christine.

WHO ARE YOU! WHERE AM I!!?? I WAS DEAD! I WAS DEFINITELY DEFINITELY DEAD AND NOW I'M IN HELL! AND HELL IS A FOREST!
 
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Staggering backwards from the explosion, Christine very nearly falls on her ass. "Uh... Hi. I'm Christine. And you're currently in faerie, not hell. Any idea how you ended up here?"
 
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O hi there, I'm Ashlie and what's the fae.. THAT'S NOT THE FUCKING POINT! I WAS DEAD! she says, hugging her tail tightly. WHY DO I HAVE A TAIL!??!!?!? Ashlie cried, holding it out at arms length before hugging it again and looking at Christine with big brown teary eyes. I died of fever and then I was in this little cage surrounded by fire forever and now I'm here and I don't know why~y~y~y she squeaked, crying into her tail in a panic but seeming a little relieved that Yes, this was in fact Not hell.
 
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"Well... congratulations on getting out of hell, I guess? I kind of threw a squirrel at a mysterious phenomenon and then this happened." Christine says, taking the time to look over Ashlie and properly appreciate her.
 
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Ashlie's hair was short and her narrow hips offset her breasts and thighs deliciously. The dark gods that controlled random people spawning fires had been kind. Her ears continued to twitch and swivel around at sounds, and the color of her hair and fur offset her pale skin well. Her nipples had been a cute pink before being hidden in bushy tail and she continued to stare at Christine and gulp, before standing up.

You have tails to... Seriously... Where am I. she said, sniffling before she stepped on a rock and yelped, jumping impressively almost 8 feet into the air to grab a branch, her body on full display to Christine before she dropped back down and then looked up at the branch in awe, going back to hugging her tail which had gotten less frizzed, and more soft and inviting while Ashlie regarded Christine now the same way, watching her white furred tails dance around behind her before noticing the leaves only barely managing to hide Christine's modesty.
 
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Raising her eyebrows at Ashlie's impressive jump, Christine idly wonders if she could match it. Later, perhaps. Wagging her tails, Christine sticks to her answer. "Faerie. As in, fairyland. And probably several realities away from home, if that doesn't ring a bell. Like the tails?" The kitsune smiles, wondering what to do with this cute squirrelgirl. Twitchy, but likely quite amenable once I get past that...
 
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That's so confusing an answer it hurts.... But yes? I do like the tails. Yours and mine. You have very pretty tails. and Umm... Fur. She answered, blushing before shuffling closer to Christine and looking around, not crying anymore and slightly in awe.

You can't be serious. Fairies are not a thing. she said, whatever reality She was from likely A: Not this one, and B: Not very magical either.
 
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On the spot, Christine pulls an illusion of rose out of where her sleeve would be if she had any. "I'm also a mage of sorts, if that makes you feel any better." she says, sniffing the rose and trying to figure out how to include the smell as she takes half a step close to Ashlie.
 
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Eep! Was all the immediate reaction before mild awe took over as Ashlie saw the rose materialize out of nowhere, also taking a half step closer so they were now close enough to reach out and touch eachother without much trouble.

This is so weird... she said softlyLike those odd stories the elder used to tell us. Before you know... Everyone died. she said, looking at Christine's face before letting go of her tail and letting it wave around. Unconcerned overly much with her nudity since Christine may as well have been just the same. She was also hungry, and thirsty, judging from the way she kept licking her lips to keep them dry, and her stomach grumbling suddenly, making her blush and look at Christine. Don't suppose... you could show me around a little... You're literally the only person I know anymore.
 
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"Sure." Christine says, taking Ashlie's hand and starting the same way she had come from. "I think we have some food left over, too." As she heads back the circle, Christine begins wondering what other animals she could throw into one of those flames and if she could expect a similar result. Bird...no. Too harpy. Mouse...no. I don't like the tail. I wonder if I would get another kitsune if I used a fox...
 
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Ashlie follows along less nervous now and seeming fairly cheerful all things considered for being a recently dead person.

As Christine ponders the possibilities of forcibly reincarnating lost souls into fluffy tails, she comes across the possibility of Otter, and Immediately becomes wet. Indeed, the flash of lust was so unexpected that she had to fight not to let herself Gasp. WHAT AN IDEA.

But as soon as the GM was done picking on the player, they got back to the clearing and the Fairies all perked up seeing the new person, which of course caused them to swarm to say hello, Ashlie hiding behind Christine likely not because she was a coward, but because what the hell else did you do when Giant fireflies attack you.

As she figured out they were talking, she peaked back out. Umm... Hi. she said, soon being granted her very own set of leaves! Which stuck in just the right places to make her blush more as she was led around by the Christine with the wondering mind, her free hand brushing between her tails before her own coiled around them, the mix of stark white and red seeming an interesting color and the embrace being strangely intimate and comforting.
 
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Wrapping her tails around Ashlie's in turn, Christine gives the fairies a short explanation of the situation, before getting her some food and water.
 
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Ashlie eats slowly, savouring each bite and drink she takes as if sensation is something new to her, AND if she's been conscious in some kind of purgatory, it likely is if it isn't something negative. her tail stays bundled with Christine's though and they wander together until such a time as Christine DEMANDS the embrace ends while the fairies listen to the situation and all shrug as if to say "Hey! You made her, she's your problem. We already took in 2 strays."

Oooo my god thank you. she mutters, not really caring What she ate, only that she got to eat, Dillian still out roaming it seemed and the fairies all flitting away.

So... Can I stay with you... she asked hopefully, threading her tail back into Christine's pair and staying at her hip for now, wary and nervous but taking comfort in Christine.
 
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Sitting down along with Ashlie, Christine watches the girl eat, just glad she could actually help someone easily for a change. "It's probably going to be dangerous, but I don't mind. Dillian might have trouble keeping his head clear until we can get some real clothes, but that's HIS problem."
 
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Who's Dillian? She asked, smiling at Christine and washing down her meal before letting out a happy sigh. And ha, you think? That would be funny at the very least. Keep thinking I'm gonna wake up back in my little hell hole. she said, smiling at Christine as she turned her head brightly before flopping forward in the grass, sighing as she felt the blades on her skin, closing her eyes and just wriggling around.

This is so nice... Couldn't feel anything for so long. This is crazy. she said softly.
 
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"He's a hunter I keep around." Christine answers as she keeps looking at Ashlie. "Crazy, you say..." Half turning, the kitsune leans over the squirrelgirl, and runs her hand down Ashlie's back to the base of her tail before bringing both hands on her shoulders and gently starting to massage her.
 
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Ashlie shivers as she feels the hand, sensitive, squirming a little before groaning and going limp as it reached the base of her tail. As the hand runs back up she moans and bites her lip, eyes closed before letting out a held breath as Christine starts to rub her shoulders, laying there happily.

Mmm hm. It really is... that feels so nice... she groaned out.
 
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"Doesn't it, just?" Christine says, continuing her massage down from shoulders and leaning to brush her lips gently against her neck.
 
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