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Username: Ishtanballa
Mare's Name: Anya
Mare's Temper: Damaged
Prompt Response:

The crimson stained full moon hung high up in the night sky, blanketing the world down below in red. At first, it felt no different than any other night. The pull of those invisible puppet strings that bound her to follow every command the Animal Handler made, were just as strong as ever. Following the pull of those strings, she circled in the air above the expectant audience. As she circled like a vulture over an abandoned corpse, she could feel their gaze upon her bat form. Watching for her to make her move.

When those invisible strings gave a dull tug, she tucked her leathery wings against her sides and dived towards the spectators. The pull guiding her towards her intended target, a young woman with long curly hair the color of wheat. With perfect timing, she swooped up and into the masses of curls, tangling herself within the locks.

Laughter and applause filled the air, accompanying the woman's shrieks and high pitched giggles. This was her existence. Night after night, it was the same thing. The laughter and applause, the humiliation, she wanted it all to stop! She wanted their delight and glee to be replaced with fear. To stain the ground with their blood as they begged for mercy. She wanted....

The laughter ceased as the woman's scream filled the air, warm droplets the same shade of crimson as the moon, cascaded down her cheek. Anya testingly flexed the clawed toes that had cut into the woman's cheek, delighted to find them listening to her. And it wasn't just her toes.

She squirmed within the wheat colored locks, pulling, tugging, and ripping towards freedom. With gleeful chattering, she took to the air once more. She shook the clinging strands of hair from her form, imagining them to be those pesky puppet strings that had held her captive for so long.

After so long, she was free. She could finally escape this hell hole. She could-

The sounds and movement below drew the mare's attention. With a dark satisfaction, she watched as people slunk off, some assisting the woman's whose hair she had been tangled within just moments ago. How long had she dreamed of this moment? Could she really pass up this opportunity?

Fueled by the thirst for revenge, she swooped towards a group of people. Thoughts of escaping disappearing as her body shifted to her true form, crushing her smaller prey beneath her body. Knickering out of ecstasy, she danced upon the fallen bodies, their warm life giving fluid covering her coat.

Now, she truly felt alive. Trapped within her dark glee, the mare fell upon the carnival like a vicious storm. Destroying anything, and anyone, within her path as she absorbed her prey's fear like a drunk consumed liqueur. It felt as if nothing could stop her, as if she would reign all supreme over that night of the blood red moon.

A shadow fell over the batwalker, followed by an explosion of pain in her side. Gasping for air, she fell to the hard ground. With unfocused eyes, she gazed up at her attacker, taking in the dark shadow with the wings of a demon. Before her world could come back into focus, she was knocked into the world of black by something heavy falling upon her head.

When she returned to the realm of wakefulness, she was greeted by the familiar sight of prison bars. She had but a taste of freedom, but it was enough to satiate her, until the next red moon. With that thought in mind, she hummed a soft lullaby and dreamed of bloodshed.

Comments: If it's not obvious, the figure that stopped her rampage was the Kalona form of the Animal Handler xD;

Username: Moon_Princess_Yuki
Mare's Name: Sharmaine
Mare's Temper: Malevolent
Prompt Response:
Again she was forced to be the toy of this insignificant little morsel. Again she was forced to act as entertainment for the frivolous bug's below her. If only the power that he had over her would weaken. If only she could free her self and become what she truly was. A terror to all who saw her, that's what she was. She would escape, she would get her revenge on the weak little creature and this bothersome carnival full of readied victims. She would make sure to shed his blood so he understands the lust she gained in this new form given to her by him. This form that she is intent on using to raise terror in the heart's of many and spill blood to the floor as she dances on corpses. She will no longer use it to entertain those feeble minded lout's she hope's to soon call prey.

As she dreamed of her bloody future as the chain's of his magic pull her here and there the full blood red moon, that this horrid show was named for, shed a sliver of it's light onto her matching crescent tattoo and a wave of strength and a hint of weakness hit her. The weakness she felt was in the magic that bound her while the strength was her own. She cackled the new strength filling her every bone, her every muscle. She knew now was the time for her rein of terror to begin. She tightened her wing's around her and burst out as the soquili she was, a free soquili at that but different then before. She was had been a regular Soquili before but with the change to the bat like shape she had changed, she was different now. She was stronger and she could fly, though she soon learnt not for long. She descended slowly watching the tiny prey run in fear of this new creature before them. He wishful future had become her bloody present much to her jubilation. She grinned down at the weak man, taking her eye's from the fleeing crowd, who once was her master and would now be her first victim, a psychotic glint in her eye as she glared. "Oh, master do not tell me you are afraid of me just because I broke your chain's? Do you think I was going to take revenge on your pitiable soul just because you caged a beast such as I?" She asked as she landed close to this tiny creature, her wicked grin and psychotic glint never flickering for a second as she looked down into those fear ridden eye's. Oh how she wanted to gouge them from his face with her new found claw's and dance to the rhythm of his pain ridden scream's before she finally gave mercy to his undeserving soul and crushed him beneath her hooves letting him slip into the sweet embrace of death.

The master of the ring gasped as his prisoner having broken his binding's spoke to him. Her voice did not seem angry or upset, but how could anyone trust those sharp readied teeth or those blood red eye's. Though with this knowledge he was still too scared to move. He waited for the attack even as the monster promised no attack, gulping dry air into his lung's he watched as the monster finished her query those vicious eye's never leaving his. "You are a beast of darkness I knew using you like this would cause my death one day." He didn't actually believe this he was just stalling to prepare. He never thought that the beast would escape those magic shackles. He was gathering up strength for a new stronger binding. He would catch the beast again, before the beast got him. his power ready he flung out his hand's with a laugh throwing his magical net at the fiend. "But that day will not be today!"

The monstrous bat creature heard the magic being made long before she saw him fling it, she was prepared. She jumped into the air away from the vermin's magic. Flapping her wing's in this form she was only able to go so high she would have to shift to her bat self if she was to escape. But should she leave him now? Shouldn't she get her revenge this instant not wait for day's if not year's? She heard it once more, the light vibration that was his magic forming. She growled knowing that at the moment she was not strong enough to break it once more, and knowing she could only avoid this last attempt as he weak bat self. "I will not be caught by you again weak man! I will leave you today so I can savor my freedom and my revenge! This is not the last you will see of me! your blood will paint my hooves!" With that she beat her large wing's once as hard has she could causing her to shoot into the air and a huge gust of wind to blow her old captor to the floor. She flew off in her huge bat form taking in the fresh air of her freedom, and the sweet feeling of blood lust from her coming revenge.

His magic failed, the beast was able to get away from his reach. He was getting ready to try again as a gust of wind blew him down. As he recovered himself and looked for the beast she had already fled and was nothing but a speck in the sky.

Comments: This was fun. I really love this girl. I went for the whole revenge thing but kept he from getting it so she could have something to drive her. I really hope I can play with her more but still thank's for this chance to use her at least once ^_^

Username: tefla
Mare's Name: Terra Stryker
Mare's Temper: Unstable
Prompt Response:

The moon was full and bright. It bathed the land in white and lent an eerie atmosphere to the carnival that sat on the hilltop. Many a Soquili heard the rumors of the Blood Moon Carnival troupe and most seemed to believe what they heard. One Soquili believed in the rumors all too well.

Terra Stryker gazed at the moon with an intensity that no one but herself could understand. It held the source of the power that confined the restless mare to the small enclosure that was her home during the hours where she did not have to perform to the amusement of the carnival goers. Chains around her feet kept the mare immobile most days. However over the past few nights there had been a sense of loss to the enchantments that bound her. Terra had sensed the shift and longed to find freedom. She had to wait just long enough that the Animal Handler would not pick up on the change until it was too late.

A few hours passed in which Terra had put on another two shows of flying around in her bat form performing to the merry tune that was demanded of her before she was ushered unceremoniously back into her cage. Her energy reserves were depleted. A small pile of fresh-kill was waiting for Terra after the show and the mare ate ravenously. Savoring the blood that trickled down into her stomach the mare grinned - how nice of the carnival to restore enough of her lost energy for her to escape.

Sounds of the carnival reached her ears and Terra knew that now was the perfect time to escape. Straining against the chains the mare put all her effort into snapping the restraints.

Snap. Snap. Crack. Snap.

Terra froze. The sounds of the links being torn from the walls was nothing compared to the nickering of excitement that passed through her lips. Her left foreleg rose off the ground and she paused to examine it. Possibly badly sprained or broken. Terra did not know and did not wait to find out. Taking to her bat form she soared out into the open sky and chittered softly. Releasing a sharp blast of pure sound Terra waited for the picture of the carnival to be shaped into her mind. Freedom - it never tasted so good. All those Soquili down there had no idea what was to become of the sideshow that was once her. The picture was now complete in her mind. Banking sharply Terra folded her wings and let gravity win its pull over her body. She angled the fall so she would land roughly at the Midway games. There were a lot of Soquili concentrated in this area and it would only take a fraction of time to subdue a victim. Phasing at last the last minute Terra regained her true form and lashed out at a helpless colt. Her teeth sunk into the colt's flank and with the first taste of fresh blood she felt the infusion of her strength return from that single act of devouring another Soquili's life force.

Time however was short and Terra would not be able to enjoy the pleasure of sticking around. Releasing her would-be-meal she took a short hopping run and shifted. The energy she received from her unwilling meal would be enough to see her clear of the carnival. Then the rest of the Soquili world would learn to fear her name ...

Terra Stryker.

What seemed like moments later a resounding snarl was heard from the enclosure holding the infamous bat-mare. The beast inside raged at the thought that her escape and resulting freedom had merely been a figment of her imagination - a dream.

Comments: I wanted to try an avenue that hadn't been explored yet. I had fun writing this.

Username: Alanna the Pirate Queen
Mare's Name: Tatiana
Mare's Temper: Batty (pun intended!)
Prompt Response:

It had been a long time, such a long time indeed. What was freedom again? She couldn't remember... she couldn't remember anything anymore. It was as though a cloudy haze wrapped itself around her mind, keeping her from ever grasping at a thought for too long... Clinging to the shoulder and back of her keeper, she hissed as they stepped into the bright stage light. Twitch, twitch... her head twitched uncontrollably... she wasn't even sure when she'd developed that annoying habit. Twitch, twitch... it had been happening more and more lately...

"Ladies and Gentlemen, feast your eyes on the oddest of oddities! Never before have you seen a bat this size! Never before have you seen a bat so tame! Marvel as I compel this beast to do my bidding!"

The Animal Handler finished up her speech with a discreet twist of one of Tatiana's claws... a warning that if she messed anything up, she would pay for it dearly.

Why were the lights so bright tonight...? The moon, so full and annoying... Her eye and shoulder twitched this time, more violently than before. It was as though there was a net covering her, and her body was trying to shrug it off.

The Animal Handler narrowed her eyes as she noticed the twitching, and opened a small bottle she had hidden up her sleeve. A scent wafted from the vial, and spiraled up to Tatiana's hyperactive nose. The bat snorted and sneezed at the smell, but then her eyes misted over once more and the twitching stopped.

All thoughts exited her mind; everything was perfect, everything was wonderful, she was happy, everyone was happy. With a screech, she swooped through the crowd and landed on a stallion's back, cuddling up into his mane. The crowd laughed and clapped at the sight, but the sounds simply slipped away from Tatiana. She didn't care about anything, everything was wonderful...

The stallion snorted and tossed his head, about to buck her off when suddenly, the Animal Handler called out, "Easy there! She is the tamest bat in the world, you've nothing to fear as long as I am here!"

Tatiana crooned and was about to fly off when she slipped; her drug addled mind making her clumsier than usual. There was something about that moon too; it was as though it was telling her body to do something, but she wasn't sure what it wanted to do. It felt as though her body was too small... too small...

Unwilling to fall to the ground, she grabbed at the stallion, opening a large gash on his neck. The stallion screamed, the Animal Handler cursed, and Tatiana shuddered, freezing in place, her teeth sunk deep into the male's flesh.

A sweet metallic scent buffeted her senses, driving away her drug-induced stupor. She started twitching again, more violently than before. Twitch, twitch... The moonlight suddenly made everything glow as though she were looking through a thermal-detecting lens.

The Animal Handler rushed over to the pair, "Hold still good sir, you startled her is all... don't worry, I won't let the beast get away with it..." And she held out the small vial again.

Tatiana hissed and glared at the vial... twitch, twitch. Regaining her balance, she swooped forward and snatched the glass tube, shattering it in her mighty claws... twitch, twitch... Her heart beat faster and faster... twitch, twitch... there was something stirring deep in her soul... twitch, twitch... nothing was perfect anymore... twitch, twitch... she remembered... twitch, twitch... she was trapped by that handler... twitch... chained.... twitch... drugged... twitch... humiliated... twitch, twitch.

With an eerie screech, she swooped down to the ground and suddenly, she wasn't the world's largest bat anymore. There, standing in the middle the crowd, was a bat-pelted skinwalker... and boy was she MAD!

Turning to the Animal Handler with a menacing grin, "Everyone, feast your eyes on the greatest of marvels... AS I FEAST ON ALL OF YOU!!!"

She spun around and snapped at crowd, and panic ensued. In the mass hysteria, time seemed to stop for a moment as Tatiana and The Animal Handler shared one last loathing look. Tatiana mouthed to the handler, because she would not have been heard above the din, "Watch your back..." and she turned around, shoving through the crowd and flapping her powerful wings. Up she flew, barely off the ground, before gliding away into the near by forest to plan her sweet, sweet revenge...

And what ever happened to the stallion that was bitten by the bat skinwalker? No one knows... though some say the newest circus attraction looks vaguely like... nah... it couldn't be... could it?

Comments:
Now that she is free, the twitch comes on when she is thirsting for blood.

Username: [+Katch+]
Mare's Name: Noctis
Mare's Temper: Crazed
Prompt Response:

" COME ONE! COME ALL! come see the rat that does not crawl! Noctis the cursed bat!" The words rang painfully in her sensitive ears, but the carnies didn't care...they just wanted their show. She always hid in the darkest corner of her cage, her skinny form pressed uncomfortably against the hard metal. A cane rattled piercingly against the bars of her expansive cage, causing her to start and unfurl her wings, making her seem larger, more threatening. They only laughed. She glanced sharply to the familiar one, her "trainer"...her prisonguard... She slunk forward and lowered her head, flattening her ears to her skull and hissing at him, them, everything. But behind the bars and the carnival lights she was just another attraction and fear was what some folk lived for...she grimaced, wrinkling her nose and brandishing her canines at the guests who simply "ooh'd" and "ahh'd" at her. One small child screamed.

It only reminded the half crazed bat of what she had lost.
A normal life as a normal filly, parents, friends...family...All lost to the thieving carnival that had snatched her from the daylight and shackled her into the night.

Drool threaded from her lips as she stared balefully at the onlookers. She was no longer a completely sane creature, no carnival attraction ever was, she often teetered on the brink of insanity, only to be dragged back to do the same meaningless drivel every night...carnival life. She rarely spoke but that said nothing for the endless whispering in her mind. The dark feelings seethed inside her breast, oh one day...one day they would scream...when she took their idiot lives for ruining her own!

"Look how this cursed creature can change twixt this form and that of a BAT!" with a crooked look the beast snaped his whip at her, she shifted forms and shrilled at him as she flitted around her cage. No way out, no way, no how... The trainer continued his droll performance" Now who is brave enough to
have her tangle in their mane, you sir? no? perhaps YOU madame? nooo no i think not...YOU young stallion, yes, you look brave? mmhmm...i thought you might be, now stand here and get the FRIGHT of your life! GWAHAHA~"

The sliding bar grated against her tender nerves, she eyed the stallion she was to spook...a fidgety one, but strong, his jaw was set...She shrilled and SAW him, using her echolocation, still she violently twisted in the grasp of her trainer as she was tossed into the stallions thick mane. She hissed and tangled herself in the locks, scrabling for the darkness near his throat where she could feel the beating of his heart, the steady thump of sweet blood under his skin...how nice it would be...how easy, to just bite...But as always, it was denied her...the chains that bound her prevented her from harming a fly...much less a customer.

She closed her eyes which were useless to her in this form, and FELT. Just then, as if it had happened in her dreams, the clouds parted and bright red moonlight spilled down upon the carnival, blood drawn by the nights glittering knife. The chains that always had kept her there, physically and spiritually begain to strain. her little furry body thrummed with hope, joy! which was quickly snuffed and replaced with a different feeling, she now brimmed with the thick heated brew of HATE.

Revenge would be hers this night!

The trainer went on, hooting with laughter along with all the other spectators while she clung to a bucking stallion who wanted nothing more than to get her OUT of his hair. The trainer went to snatch her from the silky confines of the customers mane when quite suddenly, the chains that had held her in bondage all those years SNAPPED. She shrilled in delight as a bat, and howled to the blood mooon as a beast, changing back before everyone, unchained and wild. The prey was stunned, perfect, She simply inclined her head and did what she had been dreaming of for ages, locked behind cold iron and laughter. She BIT.

Warm saltysweet blood flowed over her tongue as she was treated to the sound of laughter turning to that of screams. Music to her ears, she did not mind the noise, it was a sweet cacophoney of nightmares and blood. They fled, like mice before a cat, they fled in terror. She dropped her kill, licking her lips of the young stallions blood " delicioussssss..." she hissed" ahhhh...i have waited Sooo LONG for thisss!"half a second passed...she turned and was indeed a "bat out of hell" as she tore through the crowd, bloodcrazed and vengeful, then quickly...there was pain.

The familiar sting of a whip bit her shoulder, causing her to scream in rage. There her keeper stood, mocking her, trying to drive her back to servitude. Her eyes narrowed " You cannot tame me little man...you made me this way...remember!?...i can smell your FEAR!"she howled, and with a demonic snarl she replied by ripping apart the terrified sap that had once been her trainer. By the time she had finished she stood in a circle of beautiful corpses. There was always a beauty in death...any predator knew that. Her eyes rolled up to the moon, mirroring the gorgeous color, her garnet eyes glazed with a blood haze.

The fact that she had once been a sane creature had been erased from her memory...clensed with blood, SHE was Noctis the insane, Noctis the bloody, Noctis the bat. She, with her keen hearing heard the others coming for her, she could smell their vile breaths, hear their dirty hearts. She unfurled her leathery wings, and for a brief glittering moment, which seemed like an eternity...she bathed in the light of the blood moon. And was gone, replaced with the bat she had been cursed to become...it was not so bad now, she thought, her mind a jumble of ectasy and bloodlust. Like a second skin, she had simply grown into it... She shrilled into the starless night, her little wings pumping as fast as they could carry her, reveling in her newfound freedom.

Never would she be caught and bound, never would she be without fresh prey...She was a goddess of the night, a vampire bat that fed upon the sweetest of nectars...no...never would she play to the tune of laughter..." no no my dearssss, i will live to the tune of SCREAMS!"
She cried as she winged off into the night.

The carnival had lost one of it's gruesome stars, the only indication she had been there at all, an empty cage, the neat corpses of her victims and, to the most observant indivual ... a trail of blood that seemed to disappear under the sinister wash of blood red moonlight.

Comments: Heeee~!! that was fun~ I totally fell in love with her design when i saw her, i also happen to have a fondness for bats ^^ so i was super eager to try this out. I figured~Skinwalkers are generally nasty and insane, but a caged batty carnival beast had to be ten times more unstable. Thank you for the opportunity to try for her ^^ Good luck everyone~!!

Username: Hot Lolli
Mare's Name: Persian for 'Stupid Bat' :
احمق بت
Mare's Temper: Patient
Prompt Response:
All of her cursed life she'd been called Stupid Bat in some form or another. In some language or another. It changed from day to day and usually with the mood of her handler, but the sentiment was always the same. She was just another dumb animal to be exploited, abused, and eventually ended. Just another side-show freak to make the audience clap and cheer at her misery. Flopping about on the floor of the performance tent, her wings wouldn't lift her and she wouldn't lift her head. It was as sad a sight as any- Her in her bat form, squeaking in anguish, and generally broken in the dirt.
By this point dust mingled with thinly veiled threats and curses in the air. Her handler's tail was lashing at the bat on the ground as much as the whip in her hand. Still- She wouldn't move. Bat wouldn't move. Couldn't move. And the more she didn't do what she was supposed to, the more the animal trainer shrieked and fussed. Eyes scanning the audience the bat wasn't surprised that the audience wasn't doing anything. Not a cry or even word of outrage at the poor animal's treatment was heard though there was slight sobbing from the children amongst the crowd. It wasn't even until an angry boot came down a little too close to one of Bat's wings that anyone even appeared to register what they were watching.
And then it was chaos. Some were shouting for the carnival master, some were shoving themselves to the ring to physically stop her handler, and still others were spurring her on and throwing sloppy food at those trying to help. Amidst all of the cacophony no one noticed the slight turn upwards of the Bat's mouth. The faint curve that could have made one suspect she was smiling if such a thing were possible.

Then she was sky-borne.

All it had taken was one split-second of perfectly time actions. One person had taken a swing at the animal trainer, another had taken a swing at them, and then everyone was fighting. The scent of anger and sweat filled her animal nose and she knew that her plan had worked. It had worked so very well and now she was free with no one in the crowd the wiser for it either. Circling higher and higher, Bat chose to stay in the form the audience knew her for though it wasn't her true one, and as she rose she watched the fighting below. She watched as more and more of the audience turned on her trainer, she even laughed gleefully to herself as it became obvious the woman was outnumbered and no one was going to save her from the angry mob. As much as Bat had dreamed that she would be the one to rip out the throat of the one that had chained her to such a demeaning life she did have to admit to herself that the poetic nature of the scene below suited her well too.

As the woman below her was stomped, beaten, and ultimately killed by those she had been lived her life entertaining; Bat soared out of the hole in the tip-top of the tent and into the night. She would never forget that all those people she was leaving behind had been content to let her captivity bring them joy and she would never forget that they owed her justice. For now though, just for the one night, she would let them survive her first breath of freedom.

She could wait for now; but only for one day. Then they were hers.

Comments: "I will give her one of these, and one of those, and a HI-YAH! And I will kick her, sir!"

Username: elfstar89
Mare's Name: Maha
Mare's Temper: Demented
Prompt Response:
Maha stared intently at the crowd gathered to watch her, the softest and sweetest of smiles playing across her lips. Everything about her demeanor was calculated to exude innocence. Her great bat ears pricked for the slightest sound that differed from normal. So far tonight, she hadn't heard what she was waiting to hear, but surely it would come soon...after all, you couldn't have a proper circus without it....

A scream rose above the hubbub of the crowd to pierce the heavens and the babble died away as everyone turned to see what had happened and who screamed.

Crawling out of one of the tents was a nearly mutilated figure, long crimson and sable silk ribbons of the fabric blowing in the breeze as golden bells rang mournfully.

Maha refrained from snickering. So they'd found her "present." Such a terrible and tragic shame that dancers were made of stronger stuff than Maha'd realized. On the other hand, the disturbed and frightened whispers of the crowd were music to her maddened ears.

The Animal Handler was ignoring her and hurried to the dying dancer, Tosca, one of the stars of the carnival. "Tosca?! Tosca! What happened? Who did this to you?"

Tosca couldn't speak, but collapsed, her jewel-bright eyes wide with terror. As she fell, she lifted her head to reveal that her throat had been brutally torn out.

Screams went up from the carnival as more and more gathered to see the horrific final moments of Tosca. It was all Maha could do to not laugh madly. Her keen ears adapted to echolocation picked up all the whispers.

"...Tosca? But...but she was never cruel to anyone..."

"...Who could have done such a terrible thing?..."

"...I've heard that this carnival has lost a lot of people lately..."

"...I never thought those rumors of murder were true..."

"...It's struck again! That's seven people in a week, and there were even a few who died last week..."

"...What's the meaning of this? A carnival where the performers are murdered?..."

The Animal Handler was silent and slowly the other residents of the carnival gathered to mourn the fallen Tosca. No one remarked on the ferocious claw marks, or that the attacks seemed to have come both head on and from above, or that the attacks seemed to come from both a very large and a very small animal. But the frightened whispers of carnival performers who were planning to flee was definitely interesting.

In the hullabaloo, Maha cackled very softly. She'd have fresh meat again tonight. Oh, yes, she would: Deserters en Sang. Ohhh, she loved her meals en Sang. The blood was the best part. Dancers en Sang, Gypsies en Sang, Deserters en Sang, Clowns en Sang, and even Beats en Sang. Maha flung back her head in silent, mad laughter.

This carnival had nothing to worry about. They loved Maha, so they'd made her this way. Maha loved the carnival so much, she made sure the carnival denizens never left their beloved Maha. They lived on in the blood she drank when the Beast Master was finally asleep well after midnight.

It occurred to Maha that she'd like a locket someday, a nice antique silver locket in the shape of a heart inscribed with a crescent moon, like the wonderful carnival. A nice big locket, so she could look at everyone whose blood now flowed in her, and a pretty one, because she didn't want her carnival friends to think she didn't love them. Far from it. Only the best necklace and their best flesh and blood would do to honor her carnival friends and keep them nice and safe and close to her at all times.

Comments: I had a few different images of murderous madwomen when I was writing this. Tom Lehrer's Irish Ballad and Drusilla from Buffy the Vampire Slayer seem to have contributed to Maha. I had this image of her being only a little crazy because she had been cursed, and her cutting a rather tragic figure. Sadly, as in pretty much every character I create, she got away from my original image. Frighteningly, I like the batshit insane and bloodthirsty princess persona better from her than the potentially split-personality lady I'd originally considered....

Maha means "wild cow" in Arabic, a motif usually used to compare someone to something beautiful. Maha is beautiful--but she's the kind of crazy the term "mad cow" only begins to express.

Username: darknightcavalier
Mare's Name: Nox
Mare's Temper: Bloodthirsty
Prompt Response:

This damned place was always hell....

Laughed at and mocked.... Made to do tricks for their amusement.... The shining lights... they burn, they sting and pain. Their laughter? More mockery.... The thought of being put up as a sideshow freak. The thought of performing the same act over and over. This place.... was her prison.

The chains rattled slightly as the Bat struggled. Her head looking up as she cursed the fates, having been here long enough. She was strong...true, years of being put in this tortured prison brought her strength, but this night...it was going to be different.

The moon.... The blood moon, full, red... ancient and primal. Her eyes gazed up to the moon, her light...her time has come. The chains have weakened and her strength shall not falter. Giving a tug, her chains faltered, her hooves and wings finally free. "Oh moon," her heart sang. "This night shall be dyed red....in thy honor." a twisted smirk coursed through her lips, grinning, she turned bat, waiting and lurking, wanting to exact revenge on those who had mocked her, taking her dignity and her freedom, turning her into a freakshow, a puppet for their mere entertainment. And for those many years, those many days, they shall pay.

The ground shall not be littered with popcorn and empty paper bags and treats. The air shall not be filled with the laughter of children. No...It's not going to happen, Not now, not tonight. Screams shall fill the air, blood and gore shall be scattered among the trash.

And it will start on the final act.... and that blasted ring master shall be her first victim.

Oh what sweet blood and the sweet song of the screams of pain shall bring.

Comments:

I like the design of the Batwalker. Good to see a new design from the usual canine and feline walkers. Also after judging may I ask for CnC on my prompt? I need to get better.