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 Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 6:29 am
I should of known it.. I should of never stayed.. Should of turned tail and bolted the other way but for some reason i was compelled to stay and enjoy the Carnivale they call.. Blood moon.
I dont know how it happened, One moment i was alive the next moment i was dead. I cant recall what happened it involved a Tennis Ball.I had to much instinct in me someone threw it and poor me well i ran to catch it.
Worst mistake of my LIFE next thing you know BOOM! Blew me up it did..Was a bomb that only looked like a Tennis Ball. ended my life it did.
I am still here though why?? I fell different its like they cursed me to do there bidding.. They turned me into one of them
I long to know why.. It has to do with that fortune teller i know it. She told me my life would be ending soon and mishap would find me.
I should of known. I should of Believed
In those last moments of my life before i was turned into well..
The Dog Who Was Killed By A Tennis Ball Bomb
Im going to get revenge.. I am going to fulfill my unfinished business on those who killed me!!!!!!
Just one last thing though.. I have a purpose so if you ever end up here.. Turn around and never look back!!!
*You hear a howl of longing and despair*
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 9:52 am
"Black Cat, Black Cat.... why did you run?" Came the now familiar voice from the darkness. It never failed to send shivers down her spine and spook the hell out of her. Chained by the neck this 'little' Black Cat was unable to move much. Fear still stuck to her like glue and kept her from thinking straight.
If only she hadn't gone out in the dark that day?! If only she had hidden herself rather than run?! The more she thought about it the more she felt herself going insane.
For as long as she could remember the 'mystery' that was the Black Cat had kept her safe, those who feared her or believed in the magic that was riddled into her entire being had forced them to keep their distance... after all it was bad luck to cross paths with a Black Cat.
Yet after leaving that strange woman and her eerie prediction Black Cat had done nothing to prevent her own fate... no! This foolish cat instead had walked straight into it.
Heart pounding she recalled that fateful night. All alone as the darkness sulked around her and the shadows lingered and tickled the Earth Black Cat had felt at home and happy, oblivious to the danger that lurked... for her! Then as she neared her home deep within the forest she saw a handsome stranger with a face of an angel and a smile that stole her breath from her, curiosity killed the cat as they say, because soon enough she was walking towards him.
Everything was pleasant enough at first, and then.... he offered her something she couldn't refuse! Her wildest dream... an opportunity to not be alone anymore; a way to change her colour. Black Cat was so thrilled that she hadn't questioned it. Even a single white spot would break the curse that was the 'Black Cat'. Not suspecting it was too good to be true she had followed.... and now?
Well, she was still a Black Cat. She was not alone although she now wished it. And she was trapped.... trapped forever by her own curiosity.
Doomed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 10:29 am
promt You have just left the fortune teller with some uneasy information on your mind. Little do you know but events have already been set into motion that will lead to your capture. Upon being captured you will be made part of the carnival for good. Is it a chain of events that lead to your capture or one very sudden change? Tell the tale of how you will become part of the Blood Moon Carnival. "Stupid Gypsy woman..what does she know...bah" The soquili slowly walked away from her tent. His body was ridged and everything seemed very normal, except for his head...where there should have been a head it was a ghostly specter, his collars pulled up around it. "Doesn't she know that the headless horse doesn't have anyone to get rid of? That I rid all those near me a long time ago. It was easy for me...why she must be mistaken now she sees the past." He was so full in his thoughts that of her he didn't even keep his guard up around him. It was already happening even though he didn't know it. She had already planted the seeds in which his capture would come forth, it wasn't a love he might have had or a love he did have it was her. She was the reason he would be caught she was the reason he didn't hear the coming attack. He was so caught up thinking about her stupid cards that he didn't even see the ringmaster come forth. "What is this?! What have you done!" His shrieks and cries growing louder with each passing minute. He couldn't move he couldn't run he couldn't even strike fear in these mortal's hearts, he was bound and not very happy about it. Hearing a soft voice he turned to see the ringmaster, he was speaking with a woman who was holding the magical binds that was keeping him from moving keeping him from exacting his revenge, and then he saw her. That stupid Gypsy woman that started this all, her eyes sad and telling she knew this would happen she planned it from the start. He growled a low warning. It proved useless, he still found himself resigned to be a show an attraction to cause fear in the hearts of mortal's in this carnival. "I'll have my revenge..." He's heard to say while he stalks his cage, each day that passes he seems more and more resigned to exact that revenge when the time is come. But until then he is the heart of the carnival he is the terror that all come to see, he is the Headless Horse!
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 11:22 am
The Spider Cactus
The carnival had been eerie, though she supposed she ought to have expected that considering the shape of the caravans. It had certainly lived up to its name, a Blood Moon Carnivale could hardly be something cheerful and jolly
now could it? Which begged the question...why exactly had she gone in the first place? She did not really have an
answer, to be honest - she had been bored..what better place to cure boredom then a carnivale. Even a creepy one.
But if the rest of the Carnivale had been odd then the fortune teller with her mysterious message...or perhaps
warning was a better word....had been the most disturbing and as she walked slowly down the path, hooves sending up
small puffs of dust as she went it was that encounter that she dwelled upon the most. The world had much in tore for
her? What could it possibly mean? She was old, lived alone in a sheltered and dull glen and had a penchant for
collecting exotic plants. The trip to collect those plants were the only exciting things that had happened to her in
quite some time and if she were honest she would have to admit that those trips would be exciting to only to another
plant lover like her.
Surely the strange gypsy mare had been mistaken, been trying to scare her. Giving a brief nod as though to reassure
herself of this fact the elderly mare continued on her way home, each step taking her further away from the glowing
carnivale lights, and the lingering unease the Fortune Teller's words had left within her mind.
By the time her glen came into view the warning had been all but forgotten and the old mare went about her evening
business in relative bliss, chattering away to her plants in a loving tone as she tended to their needs, a bit of
water drizzled her...some bad leaves nipped off there as she made her rounds. Her newest acquirement she saved for
last..she was more then proud of the plant, a small cactus she had carefully transported from far away. It was hard to transport a cactus you know...and she was suitably proud to have done so. Not only that but the plant seemed to be
thriving in its new environment! Beaming at the plant she blinked, peering closer for a moment before laughing and
shaking her head. How silly..for a moment she had thought the plant had actually wiggled as she talked to it.Absurd..plants were alive yes but they certainly didn't move!
Chuckling again at what she jokingly referred to a her impending insanity..imagine plants moving!..she settled down for the night, falling asleep quickly and snoring lightly under the moonlight. She was not sure what it was that awoke her at first..a small stinging sensation that spread quickly up her leg, snorting she jerked her head up as the stings multiplied, swinging her head around to see what the cause of this discomfort was, had she laid down on an ant's nest? Through the flickering moonlight, filtered through the leaves of the overhead branches the mares eyes cast over that oh so precious cactus..and what she saw cause a scream to surge through her body. Spiders...small hatchlings surged and oozed out of the cactus, spreading across the ground and to her horror he realized..onto her. An adrenaline surge brought the mare to her feet, shrieking she leapt about and tried to fling the tiny insects away but they clung to her hide and the venom from their bites oh so quickly began to overwhelm her old and frail body. Dizzy, staggering the mare collapsed, sides heaving in an attempt to suck air into her fading body the mares eyes, wide and rolling fell upon the cactus..and the incoming wave of hatchlings. The spiders did not seem to care that she had nursed their incubator to good health and swarmed over the helpless mare in their birthing hunger, biting, feeding and devouring her as their venom finally brought about her death and ended her torture.
Or so it seemed at first. Kakio was not sure at first what had happened to her, she vaguely recalled some horrific experience but the details were hazy...unfocused and crawling to her feet she did not pay much attention the seething blanket of spiders on the ground, they seemed to be covering something but she couldn't make out what it was. The last thing she recalled clearly was the fortune teller at the carnivale...there then was where she would return, there she would find out what had happened to her and why she couldn't remember anything since. Turning the mare began to walk, not noticing when part of her leg swept through a piece of wood without resistance...not noticing that the seething swarm of spiders scuttled after her, leaving behind the mortal remains of the ghostly mare they followed. Back to the carnivale. Back until she understood.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 12:53 pm
(( *Note; I'm not 100% sure this is an Urban legend, but it's a legend quite close to my home town... Though I've never gone there myself* ))
I was never the same after that night... After the visit... It would bug me for the next 38 years...
I had just came home and laid down to rest. When the moon was high in the sky, approaching mid-night, the wind blew and a chill went down my spine. I immediately woke up. There, before me, were three ghosts.
At first, I had thought that it was just a coincidence, but they started coming every night at the same time. It was frightening. They would not leave me alone.
Every night at mid-night, with the moon high in the sky, they would be there.
I moved after that. A cave, near a mountain cliff.
In my new home, I'd bring trees, and create mazes. There were pathways that lead to nowhere. Holes in the cave that would lead over the cliff. I had hope that these obstacles would allow me to live my life in peace.
I failed.
Every night at mid-night, with the moon high in the sky, they would be there.
Before my death, I kept building. Sometimes I'd tear down parts. Then I'd build some more. By my death day, the day I'd join the Carnivale, I had covered the mountain area around my home with a maze. Sometimes, one passage would lead to a door that, when opened, would lead no where. Other times, that if you didn't watch your step before going through, you would fall to your death.
Though my body is no more, my soul still lives there. I will be forever haunted by those ghosts. Forever stuck building and tearing down... Trying to get away.
Beware... If you visit my home, near mid-night when the moon is at it's highest, you may just feel the breeze of the three ghosts and hear me building and destroying obstacles.
Every night at mid-night, with the moon high in the sky, they would be there.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 1:17 pm
When the carnival came to town, I went with a group of friends, more for the distraction than because I actually wanted to go. Life had been getting rough. I was in a financial hole, and my boyfriend had been acting odd. I was fairly certain he was cheating on me. My friends all said that I was being paranoid, but they couldn’t explain his behavior. But none of that was important at the moment. It was a carnival. It was supposed to be fun. I wouldn’t think about anything else.
While we wandered through the various acts and displays, my friends and I did enjoy ourselves. There was something almost reassuring about seeing others worse off than me. Like the guy with no legs. Yeah, nothing like a bunch of freaks to make you feel normal.
We even played a few games. I managed to win a ball toss one, earning a creepy doll with wide eyes and a big smile. The stallion running the game told me that it was a special doll, that would grant three wishes. Anything I wanted. It looked like a piece of junk to me, but I guessed that he was flirting with me, so I went with it. He was kind of cute, anyway, and I was still annoyed with my own boyfriend.
As the day wore on, my friends and I got separated. I wasn’t too worried. I continued wandering until I found myself off the beaten path. Before I knew it, I was standing before a mysterious seeming mare. This was obviously the traditional fortune telling booth. She was made up to look like some kind of gypsy queen. I had to give her props for the creepy smile, and decided that there was no harm in having my fortune read.
I should have turned around and went back to the main carnival. The mare was more than creepy. She was almost like a mind reader or something. As she stared intently at the cards spread out in front of her, she nailed the complications in my love life. She even guessed at my financial problems. She summed up my entire past in a few brief words. It was beyond disturbing. But the most unsettling thing was what she said last.
She turned over the final card and murmured quietly, “Oh my… what is this?” She studied the card carefully for a long moment before divulging whatever it was she was seeing. “Be cautious, friend; this is the tower card. This card has many meanings… Your long-held beliefs and ideas are challenged. Overall chaos, sudden crisis and misery… Natural disasters… grief over a broken relationship… All aspects of your life will be open to disaster. Take action. Your troubles will end only after you get rid of someone… or something. Later, of course, you will realize these changes are for the best.”
An uneasy silence surrounded us as I absorbed what she had just said. After a few moments, she gathered her cards in a clear dismissal. “These are what the cards have revealed. You may choose to ignore them but I would advise you against it. The world has much in store for you.”
I paid her for the reading with a shaky hoof and beat a quick retreat back to the main carnival, where I met up with my friends. In the light and festivities, with people I cared about around me, I realized just how ridiculous I had been. I wasn’t some superstitious ninny. I didn’t believe in fortune telling. Besides, everything she had told me could have applied to anyone. It was all so vague. With a laugh, I told my friends about my embarrassing slip into fantasy and we all went home.
It wasn’t until a few days later, when I rediscovered that silly little doll that I had won that I discovered my foolish mistake. Oh, it wasn’t all at first, of course. It happened gradually.
Things had been getting worse. I was completely broke and falling behind on my rent. You see, the mare in charge of my herd charged us a small, monthly fee to continue living in the meadow. This was, she said, her way of ensuring that we would be able to eat and live safely, since she could trade with the local village for things we needed. I had come to the herd recently, so I was fairly low in the pecking order, and there were fewer jobs for me to do. She was starting to push me on what I owed the herd, and all the other mares were beginning to give me the evil eye.
Worse, I found out that I was right. My boyfriend, now ex, HAD been cheating on me. I found him locked in an embrace with one of the other mares in our herd. The jerk. It was with tear filled eyes that I had run away from the sight and tripped over the doll. Distantly, I remembered the cute stallion that ran the game telling me it would grant three of my wishes.
Hurt and enraged, I gripped the doll tightly and wished with all my might that my ex would suffer. I wanted him to pay for the pain he put me through. I wanted him to hurt as much… no… MORE than I did.
I swear the thing winked at me. I yelped and dropped the doll, backing away from it quickly. Then I shook myself out of my stupor and chided myself. I was being ridiculous. I was hurting and letting my imagination get the better of me. The only thing that I could do was confront him and thoroughly dump him. If I was going to have revenge, it would have to be by my own hoof.
I wallowed in my self pity, with my friends comforting me, for a full day before I got up the courage to confront him. I searched for him for an hour before a horrified scream cut through the air and I, along with everyone else who heard it, went running. We found my ex writhing on the river bank, his skin bloated and his eyes wide and wild. Next to him was the mare he’d been cheating on me with. She was screaming.
“What happened?” Marina, the head of our heard demanded, pushing the hysterical tramp.
“I… I don’t know! We… we were just sw…swimming,” she sobbed. “Then… then something bit him… he… he started convulsing. Is he… is he… is he…” she broke down again.
Marina knelt by my ex and examined him carefully, paling as she did so. Finally she pulled away and shook her head. She looked shaken. “Snake bite,” she said. “Looks like a viper… there’s no cure for the poison. He’ll be dead in a few more hours, and there’s nothing we can do for him…”
I quickly slipped away before I heard the rest of what she said. I felt sick to my stomach. I may have wanted him to suffer but this… this was not what I had wanted.
Or was it? I had wished, just the day before, that he would suffer more than I had. I had seen him. He had looked like he was in a lot of pain… and he would die from it. That was justice, wasn’t it? I mean… he broke my heart. It was only fair that he should end up broken as well. Right? What he had done to me was horrible… so it was fair, right?
Somehow, I managed to convince myself that what had happened to him was just karma coming around to kick his butt. But there was something nagging at me. Some small sense of guilt. With a great deal of trepidation, I returned to where I had dropped the doll and found it exactly where I left it. With a nervous gesture, I turned it over so I could look at it, and nearly choked.
There was a red X over one now closed eye, as if sewing it shut. In that moment, I was forced to accept that it was possible, just possible, that the doll had granted my wish after all. I don’t know how much time I spent staring at the thing, trying to wrap my mind around that. Finally, something inside me snapped and I stopped trying to come to terms with it.
Instead, I seized the opportunity to solve my most pressing problem. I held the doll and closed my eyes. I wished that my financial problems would go away. That Marina would stop harping on me about paying my rent. When I opened my eyes and looked at the doll, I saw that the other eye, the one without the X, had closed. Disturbed, and wondering if I’d made a mistake, I hid the doll and returned to the herd.
Days passed without any incident. Very stressful days. My ex finally died after suffering for several hours, and the tramp he’d been with was inconsolable. I couldn’t help but get a bit of grim satisfaction from her suffering as well. It served her right for ruining my life.
The rest of the herd kept giving me odd looks, and started drifting away from me. Rumors spread and, after a couple days, it seemed that most were convinced I had somehow poisoned my ex. Apparently there was no secret that he had been two timing me. I did my best to play the victim, which, really, I was. Still, I lost my appetite and a great deal of weight. A shame I hadn’t wanted to go on a diet.
Then the storm came. It was a vicious thunder storm that drove all of us into the caves in search of shelter. Not everyone made it to the caves. Marina, in fact, was still outside, trying to usher the few strangling members of the herd toward the caves when a flash of lightning cut across the sky overhead. There was a sudden rumbling and, before anyone knew what was happening, a wave of mud slammed into the mare, carrying her away.
Screams filled the air, and panic erupted among us. No one knew what to do. I drifted through the chaos, torn between shock and elation. No one had liked Marina’s rent system. With her gone, my financial problems were gone as well! Poof! Just like that! I had never really liked Marina, anyway. She was stuck up and bossy.
And now she was gone. It served her right.
I thought life would get better without Marina and my ex in it. They were, after all, the biggest pains in my hide. But when Marina’s body was discovered, things only got worse. The herd began to divide and then break up. No one wanted to stay together. My own friends abandoned me in favor of returning to their families. Selfish brats. Before long, I was the only ones left.
By this point, I had lost so much weight, that I was practically skin and bones. I put it off as an inability to properly graze. The meadow had been destroyed in the mudslide that had killed Marina, and without a herd to protect me, I was afraid to let down my guard and eat. But the truth was I just wasn’t hungry. I was filled with a sense of satisfaction at how things had turned out, and anger at my friends for dropping me so casually.
After a week or so, I found the doll again. Both eyes were closed with red X’s over them. I guess that meant that I had lost two wishes. Just one left. I stared at the doll for a long moment, trying to think of what to use it on.
It occurred to me that I could use it to exact revenge on my traitorous friends. But then what? I would still be alone, without any wishes left. I didn’t want to be alone. I wanted to belong somewhere. That desire overrode my anger for a moment. Long enough for me to come to a decision.
I held the doll and closed my eyes, wishing for a place to call my own. One where I could belong. When I opened my eyes, the wide smile had thinned out, with yet another red X over the doll’s mouth.
A sudden pain shot through me and I screamed as every nerve seemed to catch fire. The agony went on forever, drowning out everything else until I wished that death would just come. Was this it? Had I died? Was there nowhere else for me to live? What had I done?
An eternity later, the pain faded. When I recovered enough to be aware of my surroundings, I found myself in some kind of tent, staring at a monster. The creature was nothing more than bones, with a scraggly mane of limp hair, and hallow, red eyes. The bones were black and charred as though the creature had been thrown into a fire. And it was looking right at me.
I screamed. The creature’s mouth opened and its evil eyes took on a horrified glint. I screamed louder, unable to accept the evidence. And then a blanket fell over the monster… no… the mirror… hiding it from view. The gypsy fortuneteller came forward, that creepy smile in place.
“I did advise you to heed the warning,” she murmured, serenely. “You allowed your anger and sense of revenge to consume you, using the doll’s wishes to exact punishment. Your outward appearance now matches your soul. Burned and charred by rage.”
“Y… you must be kidding,” I gasped out, unable to believe what she was telling me. I wanted to cry but the tears didn’t seem to come.
“Did you feel any remorse?” she asked me.
“They deserved it!” I snapped.
“There you go, then,” she nodded, as though that answered some unspoken question. “But all is not lost. You wished for a place to belong, and that is what you received.”
“I don’t understand,” I told her, still shaking. With a sympathetic smile, she draped a black cloak around my shoulders and lifted the hood to hide my hideous face.
“Welcome to Blood Moon Carnival.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 3:43 pm
Bride and Seek
It was the best night of my life when I was Life Mated to my one true love. The wedding ceremony was beautiful, cream and silver my wedding colors. Of course that same day is when my life changed forever. I was still young. Maybe even too young to marry, but I loved him. Maybe I still do. Looking back on that day I wish I could change more than once what happened. Why? The question I ask myself every day. Why did he not keep looking? Why did he not try harder? The scorching hot blood tears streamed down my face constantly at his betrayal. The tears, the mark he left me with forever. If you are curious however then please feel free to listen to my story.
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My name is Mercy, and I am an Angeni. I used to take pride in knowing I was a pureblooded Angeni. Being preened and fussed over constantly by my Two Legger. It was pure paradise. That was when I met him. A handsome young stallion. He was a pure blooded Kirin by birth. I guess you could say it was love at first site? I fell for him hard and fast, much to the dismay of my parents. They lamented and in the end disowned me. Saying that no daughter of theirs would be Life Mated to a Kirin. I just shrugged it off and went about my life together with him. He was my dream... Strong, handsome, kind hearted. After only a few short months together my father appoached me to beg that I forget about that Kirin and come back home. That they had a handsome Angeni Stallion lined up for me to Life Mate too. I spat in his face and said that I would never leave him. That I would never leave my Zevren. My father turned and walked away from me that day. It was the last time I would ever see them. My father had tears streaming down his face as he left. He thought by turning away that I wouldn't see him cry, but the salty tang assaulted my nose anyway. I was appaled for a moment that I had made my father cry, but in the end I made my choice and turned the other way.
Many months later and it was finally time for my Life Mating Ceremony. It didn't take me long to get ready for it. I had a few friends dress me up a bit. They styled my hair. My Two Legger gave me a Silk Shawl to put over my head. She had made it herself. I thanked her for everything. Always being there for me and helping me past the hard times.
After the ceremony was over to my utmost surprise my Mother was standing there watching me. She wished me luck and hoped for my happiness to come. I thanked her and asked after father. She just lowered her head and a tear slipped out of her eye. That was when she lowered the boom. Father had passed on. I stood there for a moment, stock still in shame and sadness. I hadn't even gotten to say goodbye. She told me he died of sadness, but she did not tell me why he was sad. I didn't need to ask. It was all my fault.
I braced my shoulders and told my mother that I was sorry. She said it was alright and that she should be getting back to the foals. I hadn't even known that I had siblings. Tears started streaming down my face then. I told my Mother that she could visit anytime and that I would like to see my brothers and sisters if she would bring them. She promised that she would and left.
A few hours later and everyone at the reception was drunk on fine grape wine that my Two Legger had made. That was when my Zevren spoke up about a game of Hide and Seek. I eagerly agreed and ran off into the woods to hide while Zevren counted.
I found an interesting looking cave and dove into it at a high speed. Little did I know that the cave was very unstable. After I was far enough in to hide I hunkered down and waited. This was a good hiding spot and no one would find me here. I shivered in anticipation of the hunt. After about an hour of waiting I lowered my head in fatigue after hiding there for so long. My muscles were aching with anticipation and my eyes were feeling gritty. Some dust was falling from the ceiling. Some of it got into my nose and I sneezed. It was a loud sneeze and it echoed around me. That was when the cracking noise began. I looked around in fear as the cave entrance collapsed. Jumping to my sore hooves I scrambed to the mountain of fallen rock that held me prisoner. Beating on the heavy stone with my hooves did no good. I was trapped. Alone and lost.
My Life Mate's game had been up just ten minutes before the cave collapsed. He had looked for her for hours afterward. Days passed and eventually I succumed to hunger and thirst. I died there that day. Alone and cold in that cave.
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Many years later I guess you could say I woke up. The cave entrance had long since been cleared and another Soquili was staying in it. My old dry bones had been laid to rest, likely by the stranger now living here. I am sad to say I gave him quite the scare when I rose from the grave. I had "skin" again if one could call it that. My once young body now decayed and old with bits of bone showing here and there. The feathers on my wings were tattered and torn. Once I was out of the cave I looked into the darkness of the night and saw that there was a carnival in town. The Carnival of the Blood Moon I believe it is called. I walked into the Carnival and the first thing I saw was the Gypsies Fortune Telling Tent.
She called me over and invited me inside for a reading. After the reading was over I walked out. I shook my head and asked myself, 'I am to be captured by this place? Encorselled she put it. Never wanting to leave. How odd.' I didn't feel encorselled. Not until I tried to leave through the gates. Looking back at the Carnival made me feel nostalgic for some reason. I moved slowly back inside.
That was when a smooth dark Stallion approched me. He was so handsome that I found myself following him on his request. It felt like I had walked for miles before we stopped. I found myself in another of the tents. This one a lovely deep crimson color. He told me then that I was to become one with this place never to leave. The funny thing is... I liked the idea of it. The Undead Angeni was my stage name from then on out. Best thing about this tale... I had the time of my un-life in the Carnival. I still am...
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 4:30 pm
The Enemy of Sanity
With each fall of the hoof that Arianna heard her nerves jumped a little higher. Behind her the garish light of the carnival beat on relentlessly, the whirl of music still carried on the wind. She seemed to be eternally running from the place, yet never making any actual progress. The words of the gypsy woman were still fresh in her ears. Try as she might to push the memory from her mind, the scene was still too fresh. So Arianna tried to drown out the gravely whisper with whatever story she could conjure into her head.
The sounds of the carnival still lingering behind her pierced her thoughts. Such haunting music, the notes seemed to swirl around and around until it was all just a blur to Arianna. There was just a massive swirl of color and sound so ghastly, so intoxicating that she could not even recall the exact blue shade of her own mother’s eyes. Arianna’s legs were clumsy and twisted beneath her and she fell, unable to move, she was so paralyzed by the music behind her.
Out of the brush to Arianna’s left slithered a great serpent. Perhaps a mile, perhaps longer, its green, scaly body rippled with countless muscles which held immeasurable fascination for her. The scales seemed to change as she watched them. They shifted and gleamed like gems set in silver. It was so beautiful that she found the strength to lift herself from the mossy earth and follow it.
The music was louder now. She looked behind her and, while the carnival had not advanced any further than before, the music was now louder. The shrill sound of the pipe organ hurt her ears, yet she could not bring herself to care. Turning her head back to the serpent, whose body seemed to be gradually increasing in size Arianna continued on her journey, following this strange beast as though it were a trusted companion.
Who are you?
The question was carried on the winds, somehow simultaneously louder and more delicate than the music of the infernal carnival that loomed just heart beats away from her. It seemed to have come from the serpent, which was now the width of a small colt. She could no longer see the head nor the end, but continued to follow its trail. She could hear, somewhere, the sliding of its body along the damp earth. Not only beside her, but somewhere, endlessly a head of her.
Where did this serpent come from? Somewhere inside of her what little was left of Arianna prudence asked the question endlessly. Why are you following it? Because it is beautiful, she answered inside of herself. Because it is beautiful and I must know what it is. The scales shifted before her eyes, catching light that did not exist to create an iridescent glow. This must be what heaven is, she thought to herself, looking into the shimmering scales as they moved past her.
Come back, I must know you. I must know what you are, what you have seen. Beautiful creature from another world, let me know you. Her heart ached with love for this creature she had never before come into contact with. Let me follow you always, god of another realm. Let me hear your whispered tales, tell me secrets of people unknown. Tell me of your world. Is it dead, or thriving. Do you rule, or are you a peasant? If you are common, then the royalty must be infinitely more beautiful than you are. I may die if I ever see them.
Who are you?
The question this time was louder and she stopped to ponder the question. Who am I indeed? She looked down to the dark earth as though she could divine some answer from the twisted shapes within its vegetation. There came no such sign. What is my name? Try as she might, nothing came into her mind. Not even that of a stallion she was certain held some important role in her life.
Next to her the serpent continued to slide over the earth, lead by some unseen hand. Behind her the music continued to swell and subside, like the tide rushing in and out. He overtook her in moments that made her heart swell with ecstasy she had never felt before, and then left with nothing but coldness and night in its wake. Come back, she would beg of it. Only when you follow. And so she did.
She continued on, following the body of the serpent faithfully, trusting it in some inherent way. Somewhere, perhaps behind the music and the whispered question, she knew that she was in danger. The shifting of the muscles under jeweled skin, however, healed infinitely more fascination to her than her own safety. How could something she loved so violently cause her harm? The music seemed to grow with intensity behind her with each step she took. The colors whirled with the music until it was only she, the serpent, and the music in the whole world.
Awareness is the Enemy.
The trek went on endlessly, into the woods, farther surely than any woods should have gone on. She did not notice. She did not notice, either, that the serpent had stopped moving. It was only when the scales fell dull and lifeless that she noticed anything at all. Her whole being shuddered to a stop. What happened my love? What is wrong master? Why have you stopped? The music had ceased as well. She turned her head, looking for the bright lights but saw only blankness.
A rustle from before her and she almost called to her master. Bronze eyes and that was it. Languages she’d never heard before prattled on in her ears, drowning out even the carnival music as it swelled back to life behind her. Words exploded before her eyes, tracing horizontal lines before across her vision until all she saw was text, meaningless babble about things far beyond her knowledge. Information was downloaded into her brain, lodged and jammed into its lobes until her head ached from it all.
She screamed something in a language she did not know she knew. What was happening to her? What could she do? The bonze eyes held her fixed in place, keeping her eyes held in place as they deposited all of the knowledge of all of the cosmos into her tiny brain. Why master? Why are you doing this to me? What are you doing to me? Endlessly, endlessly the data came, streaming from one eye to the other until finally she was released.
Still, there was no release from the data in her mind. Unknown voices whispered stories of dead people in forgotten languages and she couldn’t turn it off. She screamed again, this time in another language she did not know. It was all she could do to keep running back towards the music, which helped to ease the pain of knowledge.
Awareness is the enemy of sanity.
For once you hear the screaming.
It never stops.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 6:38 pm
Pfft. I snort and shake my head as I exit the gypsy's tent. Why did I bother listening to her nonsensical ramblings? Why did I even bother attending this carnival in the first place? It's so stupid, so fake. No way anyone could survive if they bled that much. That blood was all ketchup. No way they'd would allow psychopaths to be part of the carnival. It was just too risky. And no way the fortuneteller's words were true. Who could predict the future anyway, with illustrated cards and a glass orb? No one, that's what.
I decided that I had enough of this place. I'm sure that horror fans would enjoy what the carnival had to offer, but this Soquili wasn't a horror fan. I only came here because I was bored and needed a waste of time. But now I wanted my wasted time back, along with the admission fee...
At least I got something out of it. If that something was the inclination to never participate in such a corny freak show ever again.
But as I was leaving, this other Soquili, all black and spooky, came up to me and started moaning.
"What do you want?" I asked in annoyance.
He said nothing. He just kept on moaning. If this was the carnival's attempt to keep a customer, it was failing.
"I had enough of this place! Seriously! You aren't even scary, just creepy and stalkerish!"
In case my hissy fit wasn't enough, I kicked the air in front of him to show that I really mean it.
But the Soquili got it. Before he slipped away, his wailing turned into this cryptic warning:
"You, who dwell in the light, beware. Darkness is in everyone, and it will well up and overflow its banks the more you try to repress it. Long before it will spill its vessel though, evil forces will come to your side and seek to manipulate-"
"Yeah yeah whatever." I interrupted him before he got any further. "Stop trying to get me to come back. I'm not interested in your fake nonsense."
And I left before he or anyone else could stop me.
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I guess there was another reason I went to that carnival. My mate and I thought it'd be fun to go there together. But I went first, by myself, to see if it was suitable for her. Now that I know that it isn't.
Anyway, I head up to the meadow where she would be waiting. I craned my head, impatiently waiting for a glimpse of her pure white coat. But there wasn't a speck of white among the sea of grass. Not one hair of her.
I was worried. She wouldn't ditch me, would she? I didn't take that long checking out the carnival. Shuffling my legs, I waited for some sign from her to let me know that she didn't leave me. Or maybe some sign of her...
Rustling leaves behind me. I turned around and saw nothing. Gargling escaped from the bushes. I took a step towards it, wondering if my mate was playing a trick on me.
Then I saw something. In the bushes there was a mass of... I don't know how to describe it. A pile of brainy substance covered in blood?
No, it was pasta covered in tomato sauce. I figured that out because it smelled like ketchup.
Just as I had this revelation, the pasta being sprang forward and covered my face.
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I woke up into darkness. Voices were talking all around me.
"He's an outsider! Why you bring him here? Trouble he'll cause!"
"Shhh. You're just prejudice. Besides, think of the money he'll bring when we call him the Flying Spaghetti Monster."
I couldn't believe what I heard. This is ridiculous and humiliating. I was so humiliated, in fact, that I sat up in protest. And whatever was covering my eyes, presumably the pasta thing, squirmed as I sat up. Weren't these guys going to help me get this thing off?!
"Ah, he's awake." One of the voices, which I recognized as the gypsy's, said slyly.
"What in hell is going on?" I shouted. And tomato sauce dripped into my mouth.
"Well from what I understand..." I couldn't see it, but the gypsy had an amused smirk on her face. "The Flying Spaghetti Monster, a powerful deity, has chosen you as its host in the mortal world."
"Or is some weird mutated pasta thing!" The other voice, which probably belongs to the manager or something, cried out. "It's obvious that he is no god! Why try to push it?"
"Hey, hey, I didn't ask to be some host to a god or an alien." I was starting to panic at this point. "Please, take it off and let me go home?"
"Don't you think we've tried? We don't kidnap innocent Soquili for our show."
"Could've fooled me."
The manager stamped a hoof to stop the argument. "Point is! He is not welcome here!"
"And that's fine by me. I wanted to leave in the first... place..."
The dreadful realization that the spaghetti monster was probably stuck on my face forever dawned on me. What would my mate think? My family? I couldn't go out like this. At best, I would be laughed at. At worst, this thing might take control of my body and ruin my life even further.
Hmm, the carnival got a real freak now.
"Give him a chance!" The gypsy exclaimed. "People will believe all sorts of stuff! Like the Flying Spaghetti Monster! It's crazy, it's surreal, it's-"
"Not my name." I interrupted. "My name is Steve."
"No! Flying Spaghetti Monster!" The manager sounded like he was starting to agree with the fortuneteller. My heart sank at the prospect of staying here forever, but what's the best I can do in this state?
"So she has convinced me. You can stay. But if you screw up..."
I still couldn't see anything, but it sounded like he was shaking a hoof at me.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 8:26 pm
Have you heard darling? Have you heard.
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHeard the talk of the trees, the song of the wood?
They speak of blood, they speak of doom. _____________
Be it the prophesy of the gypsy? Its coming true.
Did she not tell you to fear? To change before the world scatters?What have you done? Not changed at all? Tsk tsk my darling.
Now let the needle be spun.
Let us imagine - A world of trees. A world of shadows.
Pleased?
They watch you as you stroll.
Walk that dog, sing that song.
They watch you as you walk home. Be home. Leave home.
Watching, are they waiting?
Waiting to wrap their snares around your mind.
First you see that dead grandparent in the bush.
Next you hear the voices of the raven.
They are speaking, they are talking. What are they saying?
The pumpkin for Halloween smiles too wide. Is that a glimmer in his eye?
There are knocks on the door, and the ghosts come inside.
They torment you, see you, speak to you, let you turn insane.
Slowly very slowly, reality shatters.
Pieces are lost.
Blood. Blood everywhere. Who just screamed?
Oh, that was me.
Maggots run through my veins, bats pierce through my eyes.
Turn on every light! Spark up every candle!
We will never leave.
We are your mistakes. Your flaws. Your broken dreams.
We are the shadows, the trees, the ghosts.
The needle keeps spinning. Faster and faster yet.
You almost can't see it, but you watch to see where it lands.
Where oh where darling? It lands right on the moon.
The grinning moon.
The King of Shadows, the Ruler of Ghosts, the Ear of the Trees.
Your fate has been decided. Your mind lost. You have no where to go now, since you killed everyone else.
Slash slish. Their blood made the most pleasant sound.
it mixed with the grand piano so well.
It was the true harmony.
Now what darling? Back to where darling?
Back to the Carnival you say?
Well, where else would you go?
You will come to the carnival, and you will never come back.
Somehow you knew that from the start.
So what are you now darling?
just a puppet darling?
And empty shell of what you were. Who you were?
you are known as The Moon.
You read the shadows of the silly guests.
You juggle knives while dreaming of slick blood on them.
You hide in the trees, becoming one.
You listen to the ghosts, as they tell you a song.
Silence isn't possible, because you always laugh. You always scream. At least always inside.
What have you lost? Everything.
Why?
Only the gypsy knows.
Only the trees know.
Only the ghosts know.
Only the shadows know.
Only you know.
Because you have become a puppet.
you have become The Moon.
insane.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 11:01 pm
La lick
I believe the Urban Legend is called The Lick. Long story short: Girl's puppy hides under her bed. Puts her hand down there, feels lick, wakes up to see her puppy dead in the bathtub with a blood message. ^^;; This uses a Soq based off that legend.
A low rumbled shivered across the air as the mass of curls hurried from the tent. Pausing, her bright green eyes eyed the sky and then she was off once more, rushing towards her home. Trailing her, a little puppy dog, her only friend. He shivered at the rolling thunder, just as her mind shivered at the events from the past hour. She was hard to scare, dispite her childish looks. Curls of gold, emerld eyes, a coat of the most purest white. And yet such a dark future. At least, that is what she had been told. Visions of blood. Visions of... Her eyes drifted to the shivering puppy. No, it must be wrong. Her thing hooves took her to the little rocky home where she slept. Trees over head sheltered it. Soft leaves and grasses padded the rocky bed. And bellow, a small inlet where her puppy dog slept.
Smiling, the mare climbed the few steps to her bed. The thunder crashed, the sky bright for moments at a time. Whimpering, the puppy dog scampered under the bed like area. It was not unusual. He did this every time. She giggled and lay down, dropping her tail, thing and tipped with hair, to where he could reach it. A soft tug, a little lick. And she knew he was alright. Smiling, she closed her eyes...
Sleep did not come easy. Visions, nightmares, of what the stranger had said. Fortold. It haunted her. And so she lay awake for a little while. But as the rain began to fall she finally, uneasily, drifted off.
Nightmares flooded her darkness. Whimpering, a crash. A sharp cry. Silence. And then peace.
She woke with a start. Was it the dreams, which seemed so vauge now, or the thunder, which still roared after each flash. She couldn't say. Scared, her tail dropped down to feel the comfort companionship of her puppy. But emptyness greeted her. Then the words of the other rang in her head. A terrible storm. A terrible beast. Darkness. And the Carnival. She shivered and stood, her legs shaking. And then she noticed something was diffrent about her legs. They were larger. Thicker. And wet. Oh but perhaps she was simply half asleep. And it had been raining. Silly her. She moved down to look into her puppy's home.
Nothing. Where the puppy would have laid, there was a smear on the ground. Backing up a bright flash startled her and as she reared back something caught her eye. Her tail... No longer was it tipped with a tuff of fur, like many her uni bretheren. No...it was sleek and whip like. Shivering she hurried to the puddle that always formed at the base of the rocks on rainy days. Another flash and she gasped. Her mouth was bloody, wide. The sides appeared torn. Her hair was still glorious but her fur was no longer. It was...stained. Deep red in spots, faded pink in others. Few areas of white remained. And her eyes, once a vibrant green, now shown black.
A soft tinker of sound came from the distance. Turning she followed it. Back to the tent. Stepping in she heard a laughter. A smell caught her nose and before she could stop it her tounge shot out and grabed the meat.
"Welcome, my dear sweet Lick. Welcome."
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 3:34 am
It was said that it was nearly impossible to see one of them abroad by day, alone. In fact, to summon them required a very complex ritual, and everything had to be just right. No one quite knew why anyone would go to such trouble, yet every summer, people did. Once the ritual was set into motion they came in droves, summoned by the arcane arts. The descended by the thousands upon the location of the summoning. They horded pieces of paper used in the ritual, going so far as to hang them from their necks. For anywhere from two to five days, they ravaged the location. Normal Soqs had a hard time navigating through the masses, and generally found it safer to disrupt their lives with alternate routs rather then risking getting to close to the pungent mass.
When the time ended, they drifted away, in groups and alone, drifting like sparkles on the wind, quickly scattered, and hard to find, but the proof of their presence remained. Where they had been was a center of devastation. Food had been devoured in mass quantities. There would often be structural damage to the buildings, overflowing trash cans, and the local security forces had been worked to exhaustion keeping them in their own little space, keeping them from attacking the locals.
Because to the locals, to security, to nearly everyone, they were a terrifying, insane, and unpredictable lot. For the most part, at least, they were easy to spot. They traveled in groups that were more like packs then herds, and most of them looked so very odd. It wasn't just that some of them seemed to glow in the dark, and that others had the oddest things woven into their brightly colored hair. It wasn't even the outlandish clothes. They walked oddly, talked oddly, moved oddly. They would laugh at the oddest moments, or sink to the ground in loud sobs. Nothing about them made sense, and perhaps that was what made them the scariest. Singularly maybe their odd actions would not be so terrifying, but one rarely saw any alone.
Except sometimes, on one night of the year. Maybe it was because Halloween was such a powerful night. Maybe it was because the moon was full. Who knew what triggered the October emergence, as it seemed to break every rule known from the summer rituals. They would come singularly or in small groups, often without the traditional colorful papers hanging. They merged with the rituals of the normal Soqs in many cases, but they were still odd, different, even somewhat scary. They never seemed aware that they were so terribly out numbered.
This is the story of one such Soq, and her adventure one all Hallow's eve...
She stood before the full length mirror, inspecting herself carefully. Everything had to be perfect, she had to be ready. The fortune from that afternoon still weighed heavy on her mind. She tried to forget about it, to focus on preparing for tonight's ritual. She swished her tail under the long black cloak. It hid all but her face and her hair. She checked that too. The dark dye and sunk in firmly. The cut was a bit uneven, but everything needed to be perfect, and ragged was better then long. She plastered the black hair close to her head. She checked her eyes, a vibrant blue. Perfect. But where was the last thing she needed?
She turned, eyes casting about before she spied the rod she sought. The hand hold was long, framed in old squared off brackets. Past them the shaft extended until it came to a mystical shape, much like a crown, at the end. She turned and affixed it to the side of her robe. She checked the silver that hung from her cloak, and the black that covered all four hooves. Perfect. Everything was perfect.
She tossed back her head, missing the bounce of her curls. But she would get used to the short mane. It was worth it, everything was perfect for the ritual. She wished this night came more then once a year. How glorious a tradition it was. And so simple. A few steps, knock on wood, a ritual chant, and her bag filled with candy. It was marvelous.
Fully ready, she headed out into the glorious night. She passed many smaller Soqs and their parents, each with their own bag. It was the one night a year she could blend in, the one night a year when everyone else shared the ritual of dressing in a costume. She passed a batsoq, a vampire, a supersoq with a super soaker. It was great. She was in great spirits, but had to hide it. A smile only fit her costume under certain circumstances, and these were not those.
“Who you 'possed ta be, lady?” a little foal, hardly out of the basket asked her.
“Xion,” she answered, nodding to the keyblade at her hip. She pronounced the name Shi-on, as was proper.
The foal's mother rushed forward and herded the boy away. “Come away now child,” she said.
The costumed filly sighed and headed off to meet her friends for ice cream. As she left she heard the foal asking what was wrong, and the mother answering in a fearful voice, “A cosplayer... she's a cosplayer.... I didn't know they really existed.” The last was spoken in a terrified awe.
The filly sighed and pulled back her hood. Maybe she couldn't mix with normal Soqs after all... She walked to where her friends were meeting. They didn't have a clock tower, so they met outside the ice cream shop, and then they'd go to trick or treating together. With her friends she didn't feel so different, so... isolated.
Deep in thought, and trying to untangle her bag from where it had gotten hooked on her hoof, she hadn't noticed the trap until it sprung around her. She stumbled in the net as it lifted her up. What happened next, she wasn't sure. Somehow she found herself in a cage, alone. It took her a while to come to her senses. She saw a small sign at the foot of the cage. She thrust her head through the bars, trying to read it, without success. She spotted a mirror across the way and tried to use it to read the sign. It was a little hard, since the letters were all backwards. She squinted and worked at it. Finally she could read the placard. “The rare Cosplayer in his natural setting.” His? Rare? What was going on here? Natural setting?
She looked around herself in the cage. She was surrounded by empty water bottles, a wig head, construction paper, somethings that almost looked like con badge lanyards, and junk food. She sighed and lifted her keyblade. She aimed it at the lock. Nothing. She tried to will it to work. Nothing. Finally she sighed. “Knew I should have used wood, not Styrofoam...” she muttered to herself. “some keyblade it turned out to be.” she shook her head and looked around again. They couldn't keep her here forever. And at least there was pocky...
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 4:46 am
Balete Drive "Its getting late...." I called over to my friend, the entrance to the carnival all behind us. The lights faded as I looked back. "You sure you'll be ok?" he called form the carnival entrance, staying for a while longer. "Yeah... I'll be fine." The night was quiet and the road was dark. Seeing the lights ahead, I could see and hear some pranksters. Turning a good left, I see a road lined with large trees, the trunks as wide as a giant's arm, gnarled and rooted by the many years they had stood there. Tendrils creeped down from the treetops, its new roots attempting to set foot on the ground below. I went slow and steady, the road was clear, clean, dark. Smooth with the occasional small bump ahead, the road was long quiet, the nearby residents asleep, the lights evidently out in the forest, no crickets, no owls, no lights of the bugs, nothing. I drove forward, my hooves clopped on the ground, the soft clopping noise filling the empty stagnant air. My eyes kept peeled over to the road as I slowly stopped. A lone figure was standing under a tree. A Two Legger Nurse, long dark brown hair illuminated by the headlights. Her clothes clean and immaculately clean. Her face white and pure. "Miss? Do you need a ride?" I asked her, stopping by her, my neck turned to her. She simply nodded as I slid down slightly for her to get up. Watching her slip in the seat before going. The ride went quietly, not really talking, taking the occasional glance up to the mirror to check on her before finally speaking. "So what's your name?" I asked, looking up to my back. She was gone. I stopped, went out and took a look around. The coast was clear, the last tree left at the road. Looking forward, my eyes went wide as my mouth dropped open. There she was before me. Her hair swept in front of her. her uniform no longer clean but stained with blood, black and caked. Her skin now an unhealthy shade of grey. On her belly a large gash where what could be a large stab wound was, flowed with the crimson of blood and bile. Her face...oh her face... slowly it looked up, her face a twisted abomination of what was once human. Her eyes black and hollow, the sockets now skeletal. Her teeth still in tact, but sharp and crooked from decay as her gums had partly rotted out. Her cold hands, cold like death's embrace. Nails clawed deep into the skin of my neck, fingernails long and unearthly curved and black with decay. I screamed.... But I couldn't.... I was there... but I was gone.... Back to the cursed carnival.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 7:51 am
Reserved for mine, it's based off the Candyman....if that's not alright just PM me and I'll see if I cant find a new one ^^ <3
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