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 Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:25 am
Entering for the Frightening Female
username: stormflower Mares name: Ikhana Temper: Intelligent Her story: The young mare was new to the fires light, but she was eager to tell her tale. She hoped it would please her the young ears and hold that waited to her hear her speak, but it still didn't help the flutters that flew in the pit of her stomach to settled any. It was her turn after a strong stallion had told his chilling tale, she was worried hers would be no match but she stepped up to the fire and took a deep breath and bequeathed her tale. "In far and mysterious land lived a young and beautiful mare of silken black hair and rose red lips. She was claimed to be the most beautiful in all the land and she was seeking the perfecting husband, or so it was said.' "It's said she had many suitors, but so many had been turned away by the old stallion she called her father. None could ever be sure as he always stayed hidden under a cloak, but he ushered stallions in and out all day long. When the stallions would ask why they were denied, the only reply they would ever get would be 'Your not handsome enough...now be gone!' "This was the routine for years until one day a group of stallions arrived in town, just travelers but their beauty was beyond compare and they knew it. They heard of this mare and her father and decided to see it as a challenge and one by one they traveled to the mares home.' "The first one upon arriving was welcomed in and told he was indeed handsome and the old stallion said he was suitable for his daughter. The mare that was across from him frowned and left the room. The handsome stallion was confused but when the cloaked stallion moved to the next room he did not hesitate to follow.' "Upon entering the other room he could see the mare, but then he could tell it was not the same mare, but one different, one older but somehow different, but before he could tell before the door slammed shut behind him and all could be heard was his screams....' "Back in town when their friend did not meet them the other two young stallions assumed he had been shamed and ran off in the near by woods to sulk and so the next day the youngest and more humble of them decided to go. Halfway there he met a cloaked mare on the road and she gave him a warning. 'If you go to met the eternal beauty do not go...It is a trap. She has seen many suitors and many have died. She is no beauty but a Black Widow, one who has sold her soul to stay beautiful...please go back, head my warning.' "The bright eyes behind the cloak soon vanished and the stallion for a moment thought of going back but the thought of being mocked forever by his friend caused him to push on. Upon reaching the house he met the old cloaked stallion. The cloaked seemed the same as the cloak of the mare he had met earlier, but he tried not to think on it.' "The old stallion sized him up and soon said to him, 'You are more then handsome enough for my daughter.' It was then he noticed the mare across from him with the same eyes as the cloaked mare on the road. She had warned him, but was she not the mare seeking a suitor? She looked sad, but soon she left the room and soon the old stallion started to leave and signaled for the young stallion to do the same and although wary he complied.' "As he entered the room again it seemed like he was looking at the same mare again, but she seemed somehow different and it was then the door shut behind him, locking him in. The mare in front of him hissed with a cruel laugh as another voice spoke. 'I told you to turn back...I told you not to come...now you will be devoured too just like all the others.' "He looked in horror as the mare he saw before appear out of nowhere right beside the other mare. They looked almost identical except some light was being emanated from the others body. He could see that the snarling laughing one had multiple eyes and fangs..she was a spider-like monster! 'What the hell is going on!', the stallion screamed. Then the old stallion appeared with his cloak off showing his true self of nothing but bones, purely a living skeleton.' "The old stallion looked at him no expression to be found 'You are the next sacrifice to keep her alive and beautiful. That it is all.' The young one was then strapped to a wall with chains made of some weird material...was it spider silk? But it was strong! The young mare spoke again. 'I warned you not to come. To stay young and beautiful I made a deal with a devil, but there is always a price to pay.To stay like beautiful I must devour beauty. I grow tired of it, but since you came...I must still do the deed.....Goodbye handsome one....' "The stallion tried to protest but there was nothing he could do with his cries as the young mare walked back to he monstrous counterpart. They joined together for the deed and the mare soon struck......' At this moment a stallion friend cried out at the back of the group causing several younger foals to yelp and cry out 'The Black Widow is Here....she is coming to get us' The young mare smiled and laughed a bit. "And so the young stallion was never heard from again, no one knows if his friend dared go to 'Beautiful Mares' house to seek a bride, but its still said that every now and then screams can be heard from there and some stallions are never heard from again....."
((I forgot about the word cap, but I only went over by 25, hope that's alright since you gave us a grace of 100..my bad though xP Didn't expect to go over it at all))
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:04 am
Entering for the Spooky Stallion username: Merci` Stallions name: Dooley Temper: Adventurous His story:The flames leapt upwards when the log broke, shooting sparks toward the starry sky. The low voice of the storyteller crept through the darkness toward the gathered foals. “When I was a young foal, just like all of you, something strange happened in my herd.” His voice paused, letting the tension build before he continued. “There was a stallion, bold and fierce in his determination. He was known as the bravest warrior, and was well respected by all that met him. His name was Dooley. When he was in his prime, a dark rumor started spreading itself through our herd. According to this story, a cat would appear when the moon was as a bow in the sky. Its eyes glowed in the darkness, and anyone who saw this creature disappeared the next day. No one knew where they went; all that was left behind was a pile of bones.” The storyteller paused when there was a hushed gasp from a nearby foal. He leaned his body forward, toward the flames, and allowed the dancing light to play on his face. His story continued, his tone light and mocking, “Dooley heard tell of this tale and he scoffed at it. ‘Ghost cats in the night? Ha! Do you know of anyone that has disappeared?’ At his words it seemed that the panic calmed down, for no one could name a mare or stallion that’d disappeared by name. ‘There you are! Pure fantasy!’ He exclaimed.” He dropped his voice, changing it for the next speaker. “’Oh you think it fantasy? Tell me proud Dooley will you not face this creature in the night? Prove to us that this tale is false?’ This new voice belonged to the mare he’d had his eye on. She was beautiful and haughty when she challenged him.” The storyteller’s cadence once again altered to speak for Dooley. “’I am not afraid of some story.’ He scoffed at her words and with a flick of his tail he trotted away. Well you see, that night, the moon hung like a Kawani bow in the sky. So the stallion stayed away from the safety of the herd, and waited. The woods around him woke with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, and in the darkness all seemed louder. His head turned this way and that, determined that he would not miss the appearance of this odd creature. Everywhere he looked were the pale outlines of birch trees, their white bard standing out against the surrounding blackness. Like phantoms in the night.” He turned his head to look at each in turn. “That is when he saw it.” He lowered his voice and in a bare whisper he murmured, “Glowing silver eyes, split in half by a vertical slit. They hovered in the distance, and they were locked on him. The wind picked up, and the clouds blocked the light from the moon. Dooley was blind in the gloom, and when the moon reappeared, the eyes were gone. ‘Is that all you have!’ cried the stallion. ‘This is some joke!’ but nothing replied. In the morning he returned to us, and he was greeted warmly.” One of the foals sighed in relief and relaxed. “During that day, out of the corner of his eye, Dooley thought he saw something.” The foal tensed again and scooted closer to his friend next to him. “What was it?” The small voice asked. The stallion lifted his head and shushed him quietly, “He thought he saw a black cat, but when he would turn his head, nothing was there. Dooley was convinced that someone was playing a trick on him. So when he saw the cat next, he didn’t turn his head to try and look at it. Instead, he kept his head straight, and sidestepped toward it. The creature turned its head, silver eyes still locked on him, and it turned and bounded away. ‘Wait!’ cried the stallion and he jerked his head around, keeping it in sight. He galloped after the feline. No matter how fast he ran it always seemed to be just a bit faster. Before he knew it, Dooley was lost in the forest. He stopped, and looked around but there was nothing recognizable and the cat was gone. The trees were so thick; sunlight didn’t reach where he was. The once brave stallion was now nervous, and he stomped his hoof in defiance. ‘Come and fight me!’ he called into the thicket. Laughter responded to him.” The storyteller let out a cackle that made the foals jump, “Dooley spun in place and all around him he could see silver eyes. ‘Come join usssssss.” The voice was like a snake, and he felt pain in his side. When he turned, there was a scratch, like a cat had raked its claws down his side. ‘Come join ussssss.’” His voice hissed out, “The stallion tried to run, but the eyes were everywhere and he couldn’t escape. Blood coursed from the wounds that seemed to appear on him from nowhere. He stumbled and fell to the ground, and the last thing he could hear was the hissing laughter of those eyes.” He fell quiet for a moment and then he leaned back away from the fire. One of the foals asked quietly, “Did he die?” The stallion turned and looked at him, “No one missed him. We didn’t try and search for him at all. Days later, my herd was moving through the forest. When we came across that copse of trees, a pile of bones lay on the ground. We all wondered who they could belong to. They were obviously soquili bones. No one remembered who he was; it was as if he’d been erased from everyone’s minds. Like a ghost. Except mine, I remember him.” A shiver ran through the audience, “So be careful when you’re wandering in the night. If the moon looks like a Kawani bow, you could see eyes glowing in the night.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:14 am
Entering for the Frightening Female username: XxPrimevalPandaxX Mares name: Nostalgia Temper: Charismatic Her story: Smiling faintly, the red colored mare gave a light laugh knowing it was her turn to tell the most entertaining story as of yet. She was aware that it might spook others or even bring about questions, but that was the fun of it. She loved dancing on that fine line between fact and just telling a tale. Being a storyteller wasn’t just what she liked to do, but her entire being. She adored watching their faces of glee, sadness, anger, hurt, and any other emotion a story would conjure up. “Now now..it’s time for a tale.” She told the gathering party that surrounded her. Her eyes dancing across the faces of anticipating Soq causing her smile even more. She took a deep breath. “There once was a spider named Felise…a lonely spider that didn’t have a family or a home to go to. She worried about the safety of her children one day and had to find a secure home to nest in. So she traveled high and low, spinning her beautiful silk web wherever she went. That was all she wanted was a place to call home; A place where she could spend the rest of her life and be happy. She continued on her journey, weaving silky web as she traveled creating patterns. Her journey was long and strenuous…” She smirked. “BUT THEN!” She watched everyone jump a little at her exclamation. “Felise met a skeleton named Mr. Bone Jingles who was curious about the mysterious silky web slinging spider. He said to her.. ‘Why do you keep spinning that white string around the forest? It keeps catching everything..’So the spider replied
‘I am searching for a place to call home. It’s the only way I can get around.’
‘Well why didn’t you say so in the first place…that string isn’t doing harm to the forest it’s making the forest sparkle when the sunlight touches it.’Little did the spider know that this meeting would create a deeply found friendship that could never be broken. Now Mr. Bone Jingles couldn’t walk thanks to a missing bone from his leg so the spider couldn’t travel anymore.” The mare took another deep breath seeing the young foals looking at her with astonished faces. She wanted to tell them the best story and have it mean something. She didn’t just want to tell them something without it having a meaning or purpose. She didn’t like her stories not be memorable. What was the point of telling a story then? What was the point of being a storyteller? Why have a story on your coat and not be able to tell it properly? “The spider didn’t know what to do now that she couldn’t continue traveling to find herself a home. She didn’t want to leave Mr. Bone Jingles either. She had finally found someone to be friends with where she wouldn’t have to be alone anymore, but was it worth the risk? So one day she asked him… ‘Mr. Bone Jingles…how can I find a home if I cannot travel anymore?’
‘Then find a home around me…or you can leave me here like everyone else has?’But the spider didn’t want that. She didn’t want her only friend to go away. So she offered… ‘What if I make my home inside your head?’
‘Well that is a wonderful idea!’As you all know skeletons have a hollow skull so she easily made her home there. She would never be alone again and she had a place she could call home. Even if it was in the most unlikely of places.” The mare smiled and nudged one of the small foals that was seated before her with the anxious parents sitting not that far away listening in to the end of the story. “She found a place where she could be comfortable and a place she was happy with. The two things she really wanted. With all her traveling and anguish, she found home in a place she would never think to look. Sometimes it’s not always in the most obvious places or with something that you would think of as weird. “ She smiled one more. “The lesson behind this is that no matter what the place is you can find a home in something that you would never expect. Don’t let anything pass you by. Also don’t turn anyone away just because of what they look like or if they are weird looking. Did you see Felise even thinking that skeleton was weird for speaking to her? No she accepted him immediately and as an outcome found her home.” She rose from the ground and nodded to them all. “That concludes the story little ones and adults. Please think about what the story meant and share those lessons with everyone around you. “ With that she moved to the side letting the next storyteller be able to tell their story.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:19 am
Entering for the Spooky Stallion username: XxPrimevalPandaxX Stallions name: Ignatius Temper: Inquisitive His story: The dark pelted stallion watched at the red mare moved aside for him to get up to recite his own story. He rose and walked over to the center of the anxious party around himself before sitting down. His golden eyes scanned the room feeling a little mischief igniting in his soul. He was going to tell an even better story. A story that lay on his pelt that told a story like no other. “Tonight there is another tale. One of mischief and a very curious feline who made a wrong turn one night..” He smirked as he heard whispers around himself. He marveled in this face. The story and the questions that were unanswered. He loved every minute of it. “There once was a curious little kitty cat named Iggy. He thought he was the best cat out there and even among his friends he felt he was the best. His friends thought otherwise on the other hand. They were beginning to dislike his arrogant and pompous attitude. They were getting tired of it so the leader of the cats held a council about it and Iggy was put in the middle of the circle. They bickered back and forth about the topic before a decision was reached…
‘HE MUST FACE THE TEST!,’ cried one of the cats. ‘SEND HIM INTO THE FOREST!,’ cried another. ‘SEND HIM! SEND HIM!,’ the group screamed out creating an uproar. With that the decision was made to send him into the dark forest alone. No one ever came out of the dark forest the same and that was the point they were trying to get across. So with that Iggy was sent out into the dark forest late at night. He could barely see anything in front of him and the noises he heard were making the hair on his back stand up, but he still kept his pompous attitude about him. It didn’t seem to change even when he was scared. It didn’t seem to budge even when he was in such a dark lonely place on his own. Arrogance wasn’t a good quality to have. Arrogance was more like a curse. So as he continued through the forest, his hairs on his back slowly returned to normal when he felt it wasn’t that scary or harsh enough treatment for him. But then without warning he fell into a hole that couldn’t be seen on the dark forest floor. He fell fast and hard sending screams into the air. His heart was beating so hard he felt like it was going to explode right out of him. But as he fell, white fluttery beings circled around his screeching form telling him to relax. He didn’t know what they were or who they were, but he stopped screaming. There were three spirits: one large, one medium, and one small. The smallest of the three let out a shriek that chilled the bones of the poor cat. The medium sized spirit laughed a manic laugh. The largest and smartest of the three stopped spinning and remained in front of the cat staring into the scared eyes of the fearful cat. ‘YoU mUsT cHaNgE yOuR wAyS!! YoU mUsT sHoW cOmPaSsIoN tOwArDs OtHeRs!!’ The cat didn’t know why the spirit was talking to him in such a way. What did he do so wrong? Why was he getting treated like this?
‘I don’t understand..’The cat spoke honestly. He didn’t understand at all why he had to go through this test. ‘YoUr FrIeNdS hAtE wHaT yOu HaVe BeCoMe! YoU pAy ToO mUcH aTtEnTiOn To YoUrSeLf! StArT cArInG aBoUt OtHeRs BeSiDeS yOuRsElF!”The small ghost howled at the words. The medium sized ghost laughed a sane laugh. The cat finally understood what they were trying to say. What the meaning behind their words was.
‘I will change.’Once he said those words the ghosts disappeared and he fell faster then before. His eyes went wider and wider until he hit the ground. Jumping up from his sleep, he hissed and looked around franticly. He realized he had passed out in the woods from all that walking. Was it a dream? He knew it had a hidden meaning behind it and he knew he needed to change his ways. With a different sense of mind, he walked out of the woods and back to his little colony of friends. Instead of being the once cat who was all about himself, he helped others and never put himself before anyone ever again.” The stallion took in a breath before letting out a small laugh. “That is the lesson to be learned here. You should never put yourself first or focus on only yourself. You will be disliked or maybe even hated at some point. No one will care about you in the long run and you even might feel alone.” With that he rose up and gave a small bow. His story was over and a new tale was able to begin.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 12:38 pm
Entering for the Frightening Female username: Merci` Mares name: Moira Temper: Sarcastic Her story: It was late, and the soquili were gathered around a large fire. A bright young mare was entertaining a group of foals with stories. “When I was a young mare, which, wasn’t all that long ago,” The foals all tittered with laughter at her joke. “I had a best friend. Her name was Moira. She wasn’t the prettiest of fillies, but that didn’t matter to me. It was something she was horribly ashamed of however, because her heart belonged to the most attractive stallion in the herd. I tried to council her, to listen to her heartache, but nothing I said seemed to matter. She was determined that he would love her one day.” She let out a heartfelt sigh, before she continued. “Well, he was a bit snobbish, and we were a bit to frumpy for him. He ended up finding a petite, beautiful mare to lavish his attentions on. My friend was devastated.” There was a chorus of aww’s from the audience. The storyteller lifted her head, and looked between them all. “She was not going to let things be. No matter how I tried to council her, she grew bitter and hateful toward the happy couple. Moira started searching for a way to destroy their happiness. We grew further and further apart. She started straying from the herd, her determination driving her away from everyone. One day, she found a kalona, and the two struck a deal. This kalona knew a bit of black magic, and agreed to help Moira, for a price. She didn’t care, no matter the price she would pay it if it meant she could be with the stallion she loved. Without asking what the kalona wanted in return she agreed immediately.” The foals all huddled closer and listened intently to the story. “Using a spider, the kalona weaved a strong web and threw it over Moira. With a few words chanted the spell was complete, and instead of a homely mare, she was now beyond compare. The help came with a warning, ‘You must not take the web off for long; if you do the spell will break.’” The mare tossed her head, and she leaned in closer to the foals. “She returned to her herd, and no one recognized her. I had no idea that this new soquili was the friend I’d had since I’d come from my basket. With her newfound confidence in her looks, she easily wooed her love away from the other mare. They lived together happily for a few years. Though the herd searched for Moira, we eventually gave up on her coming back. None of us knew she was right there all along. She listened to the kalona’s advice, and she only took off the web to bathe herself.” The storyteller paused for a moment and then she looked at the fire, “The kalona’s price had yet to be paid, and Moira forgot all about it until she removed the web to swim in a lake, far from the eyes of her herd. In the darkness the demon loomed, then he stepped out and stood near the discarded silk. ‘I’ve come for my payment.’ The stallion said, and his voice surprised the mare. ‘What do you want? I’m very busy and I have to return to my herd.’ Because of the gift she was given, Moira had become quite snippy. The kalona fixed her with a stare and slowly he smiled. ‘I want your heart.’” The storyteller turned back to the foals, and with sad eyes she continued. “My friend knew she’d made a deal with a devil, but never could she imagine the price would be so high. ‘You want to kill me for my heart?’ The demon’s eyes sparked and he put a hoof on the web, ‘Thus is the price you agreed to pay. I left you in peace for years, and you’ve enjoyed my gifts. Now it is time to repay them.’ He launched himself at her, and Moira barely managed to escape him. She ran back to the herd, forgetting that she didn’t have the web anymore. She ran right to the stallion she’d loved her whole life, and he looked at her with revulsion. Without the spell, she was the homely mare she’d been before. Her eyes filled with tears, he rejected her outright and drove her away.” The foals were all silent as they stared at her, but her voice had an edge when she continued. “When she left the safety of the group, the kalona was there. He knocked her to the ground and he tore her heart from her. It was still beating when he devoured it, and she lay on the ground, in a pool of her own blood. The demon laughed ‘Oh you shall not die; it’s too easy to let you die now. Instead you’ll live, and be a warning to others.’ Moira realized that her body was cold, but she wasn’t dead. When she stood there was a hole in her chest where her heart once was, and the kalona left her that way.” The foals all sat quietly, each one staring at the storyteller as she told her tale. The tone of her voice became flat, and she fixed them with a stare. “From that day on, she became a demon herself; vengeance took its form in her. So be careful little ones, lest you turn someone away and find Moira staring at you in the dark of night….” She trailed off and one of the foals, round eyed, asked, “She won’t really will she?” The mare just laughed a bit and answered, “It’s just a story, or…. Is it?” They all looked at each other and the silent agreement was that they would never like to find out.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 1:06 pm
Entering for the Spooky Stallion username: Daeril-sama Stallions name: Yiska, meaning Night has Passed in Navajo Temper: Wan His story: The pasture was still, the otherwise cool air broken by hot bodies all huddled together curious and gaping, their jaws slack with awe, pulled back in grimace, or amused and skeptical. The red mare had finished her tale, leaving the collected herd to murmur between themselves, particularly in the case of the foals who were either giggling or going back and forth between “nuh-uh” and “uh-huh”s over whether or not her story was true. One foal, even after the initial prodding investigations of the pair’s pelts, had not felt sated enough after the mare’s story and now turned his wide blue stare onto a faint stallion, the companion of the crimson female, and put his nose against the delicate canid marking adorning his side.
“Tell us about this one! What’s your story! Your story!” he demanded.
The male gave a tired grin, the translucent strands of his mane feathering over his golden gaze as he dipped his head to address the colt.
“Are you sure?" he mused, his ochre eyes flashed. "The tale of Coyote and the Wraith isn't to be taken lightly." His voice came quietly, as fleeting and ethereal as his strange wispy hair.
The blue-eyed colt gave a thoughtful look at the name Coyote. Was this not a fluid cat slinking across the stallion’s side? Perhaps it was Trickster Coyote, as so the stranger suggested, shifting form and changing as the adult would modify his story for each new audience. The colt’s expression swung to curiosity and glancing at the group it was clear they shared the same sentiments.
“Coyote prided himself on his wits, his cunning known from the time of creation. He had reason to be proud, for Coyote had helped bring forth the first Man. Coyote even brought forth eternal death. It was because of this, that Coyote was approached one dark new moon, the figure dressed in equally ebony robes, the body blending in with the night. Coyote looked at the figure unable to recognize it as one of his friends, Eagle or Raven, so he asked its name.”
The stallion’s voice morphed with the story, his processed still and tired before, but as soon as dialogue was uttered, his disposition changed completely. Coy and sly he sounded, amusing the younger audience.
“’Who crosses my path?’ demanded Coyote.” And his voice returned to stale…that was, until he proceeded. “You know of me, Coyote, as I know of you. We’ve met once long ago. You unleashed something, something that has caused the world great suffering.' The figure paused, observing Coyote's quick eyes and frowning maw. Coyote knew of what he spoke. 'But it wasn't just creation that you cursed with eternal death, no, these souls you care little for, don't you? What of your family? You failed to bring them back. Can you see your pups…their eyes cool and steely with the smoke of death swirling in them?’” The foals had shrunk back when his voice had changed, their ears pulling flat against their heads in suspicion, becoming fully engrossed with his tale.
“Coyote lowered his head shamefully. ‘I remember,’ he moaned, ‘Have you come to antagonize me?’ ‘I have come with a proposition,’ answered the Wraith. ’Bring to me your most precious item. Anything, anything at all. When the moon is slashed, a mere sliver, is all the time you’ll be given. If you can manage such a decision in the allotted time, your family will be returned.’ Coyote grinned. How could he reject such an offer when what was offered was so simple? He ran all the way to his den, digging about, searching through all of his earthly things to find just what was most prized."
The stallion paused to look at the group, catching interested stares among the foals and thoughtful expressions from their parents. Were they complicating their most precious thing? It was rather obvious, their most precious huddled before them. Bringing his head back down, the wan-looking stallion picked up his story.
"Coyote searched and searched. Tossing things aside as he went along. His old cloak. A feather bracelet. Nothing he could deem worthy enough. He spent the rest of the night and into the early morning arguing with himself. Would a wraith find use for an arrow? Would it want a tattered rug? No, nothing would do.
"Finallly, gingerly lifting something between his fangs, Coyote looked down upon a simple strung bone necklace. A frown set upon his maw. Would he part with this? It was his most valued possession as simple as it was, but worth so much. The bones had come from a white stag and the beads from the antlers of the creature. Releasing a sigh, he had made his decision. His family was worth far more than a necklace.
"That evening he returned to where he had met the Wraith, the moon no longer new but a slight sliver of silver against the ink of the sky. And there he waited. It took some time for his Wraith to appear, but when the cloaked creature came into view, Coyote pulled back his ears and lay the necklace before the ripped edges of its dark cowl. 'I have brought my most valuable possession. It is made with the bones of a white stag, and it holds healing properties and luck.' Would this be enough to persuade the Wraith?"
At this he paused, raising his head to look skyward. ’This is not your most prized,’ whispered the Wraith. Coyote blinked. ‘What? Of course it is! I had to trick the white stag to get that! It works, it does! Why would you not want it?’ Coyote argued.” At this he lowered his head, his translucent bangs falling once more before his eyes. “’There are some things that are not earthly that are your most prized. Even more than your family. I had hoped you would pass this test.’ Coyote glared, ‘What could you possibly mean? What is more precious that I could give?’ Coyote glared and the Wraith smiled wickedly. ’Your life. Seems like a fair trade. Laying your life down for your family. It may not be a conventional item, but your soul is an object no less. Had you offered nothing but yourself, you would have passed.’ There was nothing Coyote could do. How foolish was he to think something so mundane could ever be equivalent to the lives of his family. Coyote slunk away, the dark of the night taking him.”
The story was finished and the crowd was once more murmuring. Where the female had given them gore, the stallion had offered something far more substantial. What was most precious to them?
*Note: The story loosely referenced is the Origin of Eternal Death, a Native American story that tells of Coyote and Eagle attempting to gain back their dead families and after many trials, almost reach their goal only to fail because of Coyote's arrogance. [link] . I also intend for Yiska to edit his markings slightly too different animals depending on his mood, and will subsequently change his story completely with each new telling.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:27 pm
Entering for the Spooky Stallion
username: Ishtanballa Stallions name: Constantine Temper: Dramatic His story:The stallion shifted from hoof to hoof out of impatience, his gaze locked on the crescent moon that lit up the night sky. He could sense the expectant gazes of the other Soq resting upon him, and it took everything he had to not smile. To do so would ruin the mood. When he felt that he had me them wait long enough, he shifted his stance so that the moonlight caressed his pelt, causing the markings to shine. In a low voice, he began his tale. "I trust that those of you who have gathered here to hear my tale possess the bravest of souls. If not, I would advise that you depart now, for my tale is not one meant for the weak of heart." Constantine paused to see if any would take their leave, and when none took the offer, he allowed himself to grin. "Very well, let us begin." "My story takes place many years ago on a night much like this. A night when the very air seemed to vibrate with an almost primal energy and the moon was caught in an endless grin. A night in which a great battle took place between an angeni and a powerful catwalker." Constantine flexed his his muscles, causing the cat marking to move with the motion. "This catwalker had mercilessly ravaged the land and the Soq that occupied it. Mare, stallion and foal alike fell to her fangs. None were spared from her wrath. She moved with the very shadows, and struck with a lethal grace. It was not hunger that drove her to take the lives of others, but an insatiable desire to kill. "Hearing of this catwalker's senseless killing spree, a brave angeni took it upon himself to put an end to her wicked life. Lit by beams of moonlight, he descended from the heavens to confront the catwalker. She met him in battle, her fangs bared and her claws stained with blood from her latest victim. She attacked him with not just claws and teeth, but with all of her hate. "The very air between the two crackled as their battle went on. Until the time of deep midnight, when the angeni finally crushed the beast's skull beneath his hooves. Triumph filled the angeni as he delivered his form of justice. On joyous wings, he returned to his home in the heavens. Leaving the catwalker's body to rot. "Though life no longer pumped through her body, which eventually wasted away, her hate still remained. The earth is not meant to handle such evil. Vegetation refuses to grow upon the ground on which her body had rested, and few animals will choose to tread upon it." Constantine's voice dropped even lower, his voice coming out on a soft hiss, "And on nights like this, during the time of deep midnight, her soul emerges from that patch of unholy ground to walk the battlefield. And should any unfortunate souls cross her spirit's path..." Without warning, Constantine leaped towards his audience his teeth bared, "She'll sink her claws into them and drag them into the depths of hell from whence she arose!" Tossing his ghost like mane, the stallion stepped back. He had told his story, and he had told it well.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 4:43 pm
Entering for the Frightening Female
username: Roman Foi
Mares name: Yamuna Uma (River Mother)
Temper: Forgiving
Her story:
After she had stared her coat, seeming to visualize what was going on projected in her fur, Yamuna Uma turned to the group that was gathered around her with a soft smile.
"A herd, far unlike our own, once went through a plague of sorts. Their baskets, and young foals alike, were going missing. They were rather large in size, and were full of brute stallions and pretty mares, that made pretty babies. Not all were so conceited, but for the most part... well, they certainly didn't have much to brag about past their coats. Intelligence, you see, wasn't abundant through the ranks and it took some time to figure out what was happening to their children. Why, one even witnessed the death of her own first, and only foal while it was still in its basket.
The river monsters- long, scaly green things with massive jaws, and heavy tails that swam with speed unmatched- were sneaking into their location close by, and slipping away with their brood tight in their huge mouths. The mother wasn't one of the prettiest mares, but her baby... well the father was the most sought after stallions in their group. It was going to be the most envied foal there. Heart stricken, the mare ran to the edge of their area sobbing uncontrollably- falling beneath a tree to wither in misery.
From a tree branch above, a black spider slowly slipped down on his thin string, just above her weeping form. Clicking his pincers in sympathy, he spoke to her in soothing tone. "My dear, what seems to be aliment?"
The mare told him her horrid story, tears still streaming her cheeks. She showed such hatred and passion for the end of the creatures, wanting to wear their hide for the crime they'd committed.
In his soothing, quiet tone, the spider offered her a deal. He claimed he could get rid of this problem of monsters, but before could tell her how, she answered, "Anything! Anything to get rid of those vile things!" The spider smiled pleasantly and told her to let him ride on her back back to the herd, and let him see the remaining foals.
The spider bit each of the foals and young still in baskets, telling the mare that all would be well. The next day, none of the foals were taken, and indeed, the spider had came through. But the mare was confused. The beasts were still in the river. She could see them swimming. And the foals were acting strange. First their tempers grow angry, and hateful, then they try fighting with each other with rash and unbarred actions. Finally, some attack the adults with out warning. They're small, but so full of mean spirit that the adults don't know what to do. Some develop fevers, and become very sick...
The mare, fearing its the spider's doing, returns to his tree. "Spider! What have you done!" He slid back down from his branch, still smiling happily. He told her he only took care of her problem. If there were no foals, then the monsters couldn't kill them. The mare blanched, in shock while the spider continued. "You were so full of revenge that you disregarded any consequence that would follow." And with that, he climbed back up to his web, and started spinning thread.
The mare, guilt ridden and full of hate for herself, threw herself into the river of monsters. The herd relocated, broken and unsure if recovery would be possible.
You see, not all stories have happy endings." The mare laughed softly, her frame shaking with bounce.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:39 pm
Entering for the Frightening Female username: Lunadriel Mares name: Silk Temper: Repellant Her story:Silk closed her amber glowing eyes, as those around the camp prepared for her story. Her very nature drew silence. Ghost-like wisp hair batted softly behind her. After a few counted measures of calm breathing, to prepare herself, she was ready to begin. Eyes opened, intense and wide, and an eerie buttery voice began to speak. This story takes place on a night like any other. Winter was nigh, and the Harvest Moon near it's end. One lone mare, had spent the day working the fields, preparing fruits and nuts to stow for the cold months ahead. Her and her mate took turns working the field, while one stayed to guard their home. This was her last shift, the last time she'd have to spend the day away from her beloved stallion. As the sun set, she hoisted a basket up with her mouth, and began the journey back. As she drew close to the den, she saw a strange sight. The lights flickered on the cave walls, reflecting a giant eight legged beast! The basket dropped from her mouth, fruits rolling along the ground like tiny severed heads. Without a second thought, she gripped the wood chopping ax in her mouth, and ran in with determination. Her heart already weeping, if she could not save her Love. Silk paused to draw suspense, and gave a wicked grin as one of the soquili that stood by the fire, asked her to continue. She gave a dip of her head, and when she looked up, she continued the story with a bite in her voice. Pounding hooves echoed as she rushed in, but were drowned out by the sound of her heart booming in her ears. Had she not been wielding a weapon, she would have screamed till it burst. Every muscle in her body jolted and shook, as she saw a most horrific sight!! There was her mate, bound and wrapped in a white cocoon, with only his neck and head barely visible. On top of him lay an enormous spider, the size of a bear. Pleading eyes from her mate, looked over the hideous creatures shoulder, begging for help, too weak from the spiders venom to cry out. The mare filled with vengeance and adrenaline surged through her veins. She brought the ax up and began to hack and chop at the spider. Hack and chop....hack and chop...hack...and chop.The story teller dragged out the words, pulling her audience in, then continued on without missing a beat. The spider turned belly up, twitching as it died. Blood was everywhere. What happened next, was unexpected. The spiders body turned to black ash, and began to fall away. Beneath the carcass, was what resembled a mare, still barely alive. The ax from her mouth dropped, as it began to speak to her. "You.. you have set me free?" The once spider mare gave a disgustingly sad look, as she looked from the stallion, back to the mare. "I'm so sorry, for the burden you must now bare..." and with that, the remaining flesh turned to bones. She was gone. New fear shook the core of the mare, as a creeping...crawling sensation surged over her. The black ash that had fallen from that spider, swarmed upon her like a plague of locusts. It wrapped around her, and began to transform her. It stuck to her body, molding her into a familiar nightmare....
Her poor stallion began to cry, his heart shattered and broke as he watched the curse spread to it's new host. The mare he loved was forever gone. Once the transformation was complete, he let out a final muffled cry of soulful sadness. The mare turned spider, stepped up and finished the job. She spun the cocoon up over her lovers face, then drained his life. The Widow fed on him for hours. He tasted SO delicious.
It is said, that the Widow still haunts this very land...looking for her next victim. She will continue to do so, till some unknowing soul kills her, and takes her place. Hold your loved ones close tonight!Silk watched with complete satisfaction, as jaws dropped and mates huddled close to one another. A warm smile broke across her face, as her demeanor changed, and she settled out of story teller mode. She eagerly awaited her next chance, to tell a fresh tale of fright!
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:40 pm
Entering for the Frightening Female
Username: -[The Spoof]- Mares name: Anansi Temper: Beguiling Her story: Anansi fidgeted in the firelight, waiting her turn impatiently. The fire flickered across her face, making the markings there appear to dance and leer in a spooky display. She enjoyed the flash of fear she caught every once in a while, a flinch when she met a gaze, the subtle movement backwards when she got too close. In daylight, her countenance was diminished. Her face bared in the light for all to see, in direct light, was plain (if interestingly marked). "...the end." The words signaled her turn to start. Finally! She thought, and stepped a bit further into the circle of light, shifting subtly so that her whole body conveyed a sense of mystery. Her eyelids lowered and her voice became a whisper that rose and fell with the story. Anansi paused a moment, gathering her thoughts. Story telling was an art, it was unprofessional to stop in the middle, stuttering over a detail. No, anything to break the scene was unacceptable. Finally, she locked eyes with every soquili around the circle and began. "There once was a colt who loved to wander away from his mother. He got into all sorts of mischief and would come home scuffed and bruised, but largely unharmed. His poor mother worried endlessly that his next adventure would be his last, but always the colt made it home whole and well. His mother thanked the spirits every day that her son returned to her, for he was all she had. Unfortunately for her, he was fearless in the face of danger, except for one thing. He was terrified of spiders. "One day, when the colt had become a stallion, he took an interest in a mare. They quickly became close and the stallion spent less and less time with his poor old mother. His mother, who had nurtured him and been there to patch up his hurts. She had no one else, for his twin had died at birth and his no good father had left her the moment she told him she was pregnant. Now, she was old and brittle, used up. Her son was all she had in the whole world, and when a whole week passed without her seeing him she knew she had to act. "The stallion meanwhile, was in love. The mare was a sweet thing, she laughed at his jokes and tolerated his thirst for adventure. Even shared it, to a degree. He was working his way up to asking her to be his mate, but he wanted to go home; bring her to meet his mother, first. When they arrived at his home however, his mother was no where to be found. There were signs that she had been there recently, so he wasn't too worried. He settled in to wait, tonight would be the night his mother met his future mate, and the night he asked his lady friend to become his mate. "His mother had gone to a witch doctor. Convinced that her son was being taken from her, she became desperate to keep his love. She asked the witch doctor to make it so that her son would be with her always, and that the mare he had found would be taken out of the picture. "Shall I kill her for you then?", the man asked, amused. "No! I don't want her hurt...just...gone." the mother said, alarmed. "So be it," and with that, the witch doctor took his leave. "When the mother returned, she saw her son and was ecstatic. He had returned to her, just as the witch doctor said he would! But, her son came up to her and told her he had brought his soon-to-be mate with him. He asked her if she minded having another soquili around because he was going to ask her tonight. Before she could say anything, he spun around and went to fetch his intended. Soon, it became apparent that she was nowhere to be found. All he could find was a disgusting spider, which he quickly killed without a thought. When he came back, broken hearted, his mother knew she needed to have the spell the witch doctor had cast, reversed. When she went to find him, he smiled and said, "She is not gone, just out of sight. Have you seen any spiders around lately?" "No, I don't know what you are talking about. End the spell and return her!" the mother demanded. "Fine, fine." the man muttered, and threw something into his hearth fire that made it glow green for a moment, "It is done." When she returned to her home, the mother found her son in tears. The body of his beloved was at the base of a tree. She had been crushed, as if by a giant hoof. The mother gazed on with wide eyes, shocked. Slowly, horror broke in, and she ran from the clearing. As she ran, she shrunk, until she too was scuttling around in the shape of a spider. "As payment, you understand. I can't just go about getting rid of people and changing a body for free..." the witch doctor said to himself with a smile, before transforming into a spider himself and crawling away." Anansi's voice faded into a tiny whisper before dying entirely. In the total silence that followed, she smiled and stood from where she had hunched, as if trying to become a spider herself. "The end." she finished simply. Word Count: ~910
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:42 pm
Entering for the Spooky Stallion
username:Thalea Stallions name: Adonvdo Nudade (Cherokee for spirit: A-do-nv-do and Trading Moon: Nu-da-de) Temper: Expressive His story: Night had descended on the world, casting the inhabitants into complete darkness, with the exception of the tinkling stars that had escaped the clouds extensive coverage; even the moon was not so lucky for it would only periodically cast its eerie glow upon the earth during brief increments when the clouds moved across the sky. Adonvdo smiled, the spirits of the ancestors were making it a perfect night to tell a ghost story; the setting was perfect and now, all that was needed was a tale; he stepped forward, his rich masculine voice skilled in the art of storytelling ringing around the circle as he set the tone for the haunted tale story he was about to weave. “In a far distant land ancient bones gleam white beneath the stars, in stark contrast to the dark cursed dirt that binds them to this world; many moons had passed and the bleached bones had never received a proper burial, which would have appeased the spirit. But the bones belonged to a being filled with U-so-nv-i, who was betrayed by his own brother, who left him to rot upon the lifeless hill, the Evil One’s body picked clean by scavengers of black wings. His death cursed the land that possess his bones, for even though his body long gone, the s-gi-na still haunts his last resting place, and bestows upon those who dare trespass a deadly A-s-g-i-na-di –s-di. The moon spirit Geyaguga had been watching deaths that transpired from the curses that the s-gi-na placed upon those who dared disturb him and the wise spirit determined that it was time to intervene; Geyaguga sent one of its best a-da-nv-do di-tli-hi, a cat with a coat black as night and eyes as yellow as the sun’s glow, to banish the u-so-nv-i presence. It was a daunting task that even the most skilled Spirit Warrior would have difficulty in accomplishing, but the cat was not an average Spirit Warrior. Landing upon the hill with his soft black paws, it was intercepted by the s-gi-na, a cloud of blackness and death surrounded the Bad Spirit like a shroud, a substance, having the same density as tar leaked from its open maw, dropping to the earth with toxic ooze. The snarl that appeared on the s-gi-na’s face was one twisted with years of hatred, his voice was raspy from lack of use, ‘o si yo Di-na-da-nv-tli, hello brother.’ Yellow eyes stared at the being that had once been a brave warrior of the tsa-la-gi-yi, there was nothing left of the warrior, only the noxious demon that had replaced him, ‘I have not been your brother since decided to commit evil upon the u-ne-qua. Do na da' go hv I, good bye spirit who used to be my brother.’ With his last words he opened his mouth sharp teeth reflecting the light of the moon as he swallowed his brother whole, banishing him into the dark abyss of the spirit realm. The evil being was gone, but the curse still remained, and now that it no longer had the s-gi-na to watch it and absorb its evil energy, the curse spread across the land, creating destruction in its wake. Geyaguga, or a being that had the appearance of the great moon spirit cackled in delight of the plight the earth faced and sitting beside him, a being with bright yellow eyes looked at the devastation with a wide gruesome grin. “ Cherokee Words: Tsa-la-gi-yi: Cherokee U-ne-qua: Great Spirit S-gi-na: Bad Spirit A-s-g-i-na-di-s-di: Curse Do na da' go hv i: Goodbye a-da-nv-do di-tli-hi: Spirit Warrior U-so-nv-i: Evil o si yo: Hello Di-na-da-nv-tli: Brother
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:25 pm
Entering for the Frightening Female
username: LOLTERNATIVE Mares name: Kumo Kokoro - Meaning spider heart. Temper: Frightening Her story:Kumo stared at the fire, trying to ignore the stares of those eagerly awaiting her tale. This was something she'd heard recently among her travels and the story chilled her bones. She shivered, thinking about it. Finally, after a long pause, she began her tale. "Years ago, in a village not far away from where we sit tonight, there lived twin sisters. One was kind and gentle, always putting others before herself. The other was cruel, selfish and greedy. One day, the meaner sister was in the village, buying trinkets for her hair. An old usdia came up to her, asking for help. The sister sneered at the old woman and told her to get away from her, calling her disgusting.
What she didn't realise was that the usdia was a witch. After her encounter with the sister, she went home and concocted a potion, soaking a little cake in it. She traveled to the village again, disguised as a handsome soquili. She gave the cake to the soquili she thought was the soquili who had insulted her. Unfortunately she was wrong and the kinder sister was cursed, turned into a spider.
The sister's soquili heart stayed outside of her body, still beating and she spun a cocoon of web around it to keep it safe. The handsome soquili turned back into the usdia she really was and laughed at the girl. 'Let your cruel heart be on show for everyone to see. You've become as disgusting as you treat people.'
The spider quickly hurried home to her sister and told her what had happened. Instead of helping, the cruel sister locked her up and forced her to spin and weave silk to sell.
For years she stayed imprisoned, all the while the cocoon protecting her heart and her life slowly got smaller, her heart growing weaker with it. Her sister's treatment had taken all the kindness in her and ripped it out, piece by piece until all that was left was a cruel, twisted spider with a burning passion for revenge.
One night, she had finally completed all the necessary tasks to get her revenge. Weaving a thin layer of web around the rim of her container, she stopped it from closing fully and crept outside the little crack while her sister was sleeping, pulling a silken wire with her. She wrapped the wire around her sister's neck and tied it to the rafters - tight enough to choke the life out of her sister.
Dragging her soquili heart with her, the spider crawled into her sister's mouth, spreading her web all through her. Strands tied around her ankles, her neck, everywhere she needed. Eventually, when she was done, the body began to move. The spider had gotten her revenge and she was finally a soquili again."Kumo paused for a moment, staring into the eyes of those in front of her. "No one knows what happened to the spider. It is said she still roams the world in her sister's body."She looks around at each face in the circle, the question evident on their faces--"Why?" "It's only a story," Kumo lied easily. After all, she'd been in this body for years, she'd hate to have to find a new one.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:33 pm
Entering for the Spooky Stallion username: ~Twilight...Angel~ Stallions name: Neko Kaibutsu (means Cat Monster, for the cat in the story) Temper: Horrific His story:Neko Kaibutsu looked around the fire, smiling at his audience. He knew the story his coat told by heart, learning everything he could about it from when he was a foal. And so, he started.... "I'm sure everyone here has met a cat... maybe played with one? Well, this story is about a single cat. A cat who ruled over corpses with the flick of his two tails." He smiled. "This cat had no particular name. Most around considered it a monster. Not worthy of anything it recieved. Plenty of people gave offerings and those who didn't... well... let's just say they didn't live very happy lives, if they lived at all." "This cat loved to tourment people, but often only came out at night, when it's powers were considered to be at their peak. He tourmented, not only his home town, but the surrounding towns as well, not caring who got hurt as long as he had his fun. And although having a particularly beautiful womans corpse that he liked to use, he would also use dead loved ones to torment people all the more." "Needless to say, the towns hated him... Although there was simply nothing they could do to fight against this demonic being." "Until... One day. A man came into the cats home town, claiming to have heard of their troubles from the monster cat. Most were not surprised their horrible secret was well known. 'I can slay this terrible demon for you.' The man claimed, 'But in order to succed there will have to be a sacrifice of life.' The man smiled deviously. The towns people wondered if this was simply another trick of the cat, but the sun was up. They knew he wouldn't be able to hold this being for much longer, so they simply went back inside their homes." "Hours passed and the strange man was still standing in the center of their town... seemingly waiting for something. Then, the towns people saw it. The twitching of two tails beind the man. Had the cat possesed him? No one was brave enough to check. Days wents by. Finally the bravest of the men went out to check on the man. As he got closer, there was a terrible smell surrounding him, the smell of a rotting corpse. 'Are you alive mister...' The brave man went over, feeling the man, how cold he felt." "The dead man smiled, raising his head, the dark green eyes of the cat staring back at the bravest man. 'I guess you are to be the sacrifice.' The cat screamed, tearing into the man as it changed back into his own skin." Neko Kaibutsu looked around smiling. "Maybe even some of you have met this cat..." His eyes glowed, showing the deep dark green of that monstrous cat...
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 8:11 pm
Entering for the Spooky Stallion username: vballlvr5 Stallions name: Alastor: Greek name meaning "avenging spirit." In mythology, this is the name of the daimon spirit of family blood feuds, the afflicter of vengeance upon children for the crimes of their fathers. Temper: Conflicted His story: The stallion strained to smile as an elder soquili nodded for him to begin his tale. Alastor was nervous telling his story, no one had ever cared about his coat before let alone wanting to hear the stoy behind it. Everyone from his herd's subgroup new his story due to his lineage as the tale supposedly based on one of his ancestors and this is where he began, "In a land not too far from here, once lived a stallion by the name of Adrian. Adrian was not well accepted into his herd as they found all of his talents relatively useless, so when he came of age he left and planned to live the rest of his life as a recluse. Free to paint, discover, and enjoy however he pleased without judgement." As he set up the story, Alastor grew more at ease and the shaking in his voice became less obvious. "He painted to his hearts content in a nearby grotto, but to his displesaure and surprise he soon became lonely." Alastor couldn't help but relate to his ancestor of old, he too often felt lonely, though he hadn't isolated himself, purposefully at least. "He would often think to himself 'why am I so lonely, when once mother nature could satisfy my every need.' And the befuddled artist went searching for an answer. As he roamed foreign lands seeking he came across a black cat. Never the superstitous sort he attempted to befriend the beast, and to his great surpise the cat didn't seem to mind him at all." At this point Alastor stands and enters the crowd of soquili that had formed a ring around him, his ghostly mane rippling around him. "The sneaky cat soon became a frequent subject in his works, until one night he nuzzled the cat before he went off to sleep in a hollowed out tree. The cat to say in the least was displeased, in fact quite in furiated at the audacity of the soquili which she felt was below her. And so, that night, she transformed back into her catwalker self." The crowd gave an audible gasp as this tidbit was revealed to their shock and horror. "The mare, Sharpstrike, was disgusted at the stallion and raging. She had stayed with him so that she could enjoy her favorite part of the hunt, luring the other into a false sense of security and -SNAP-" a young foal jumped as he popped out from behind her "she goes off. It always gave her a satisfying feeling. Now, she felt she must have waited to long, annoyed that for the first time her own timing had been off. Even more vengeful than before she set upon the sleeping stallion catching him unaware. The last thing he saw was her demon eyes." Alastor thought of how crazed one must be that they take joy in being the last thing another sees before they kill them. Disturbing. "And with his bones she formed a chain," he rasped "which she rapped around her muscular neck," he said twisting his own about, showing the bone design "to always remind her to keep her timing right. And to this day Sharpstrike never was off on her timing." He slouched back to his seat, all eyes fized upon him. "How am I here then? well unbeknowst to him, Adrian left behind a son, who's line would one day lead to me. And this son would never to cease to report that his father's ghost hung over his shoulder." Poor boy, Alastor thought, know one ever believed him for not even his mother knew who the father was. But on the other hand, Alastor found it unfortunate that he knew his father. With an eery grin, to the sound of applause, Alastor ended his tale.
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High-functioning Counselor
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 8:41 pm
Entering for the Spooky Stallion username: SylverStar Stallions name: Kotori Temper: Animated His story: "I’m going to tell you a tale about a friend of mine. His name was Aesher and he was a brave and adventurous soul." It was a cold and windy day and Aesher was trudging through a swampy forest, He was up to his torso in water. The trees were thick around him and only small amounts of light shown through just enough to see by. There was a heaviness in the air which made it more difficult to breathe. There were also bugs everywhere in the swamp and many of them landed on Aesher’s face, ears and back often biting him. He could not wait to get to the forest he heard was on the other side of this swamp. He had been traveling for two days since he left his home. It was a decision he had thought about for some time. It had been a year since his parents had decided to start a new life in a land of the Kawani people. He had declined their offer to join them because he did not want to leave his herd and culture. He loved the Asgina Kanehelvsgi herd and did not want a new life, but as the year dragged on he grew to miss his parents and started to feel alone without them. So he had finally come to the decision to follow his parents into this new land. His stomach rumbled audible over the whistling winds. He had not eaten since this morning but couldn’t bring himself to eat any of the slimy vegetation. He quickened his pace hoping that he may be getting close to the forest. The light was also starting to fade and his limbs were starting to tire from his long days trudge. The waters seemed to be getting shallower which gave him more hope. About ten minutes went by and he was on soft but mostly solid ground. In the near distance he could see the orange glow of the setting sun. He trotted quickly to the break in the forest line. When he arrived he found himself standing in a large clearing, if you could call it that. It was definitely clear of life, except for a very large old oak tree that seemed to have an ominous feeling to it. He also noticed that there were several stone slabs lying on the ground and some sticking out of it. He was unsure of what this meant but figured it must be of human making. A few crows sat on top of the stone slabs and stared at him. Aesher decided it was at least a good place to rest after a long days travel. As he drifted into sleep he heard one of the crows give a warning caw. Aesher woke suddenly from his sleep to the sound of screaming. The screams seemed to surround him and be crying out to him in pain and terror. He even thought he heard the word help in them. He scanned his surroundings. The sun was gone and a large crescent moon had taken its place in the sky. There was a thick fog at his feet that seemed to swirl in an unnatural way that seemed to reach up his legs like hands. The wind had stopped and everything seemed eerily still. When he looked for life he saw the same crows staring back at him. Out of the corners of his eyes he saw shadows running back and forth. He was sure that he was in a haunted place. He looked for the area where he had come in but the fog seemed to hide the swamp from him. He started to panic and stood frozen not knowing where to go. Up in a thick branch of the old oak tree a small black cat curiously looked down at the spooked stallion and thought to herself “I am a lucky one tonight. So rare is it to have another creature besides a crow to visit the graveyard. I should say hello to the poor creature.” With that the black cat sprung upon the stallion scratching his face and then hiding quickly behind a tombstone to watch his confusion. Aesher whinnied at the sting to his face and then sprung around to see who had done it but no one was there. Aesher started toward the fog line when another horse like creature came and stood in his way. It was a completely black mare with what looked like the pelt of a cat upon her back and head. “Hello, my name is Suki, what’s yours?” said the mare in a polite manner. “I…I’m Aaaaesher,” he said shocked by her presence. “Let me tell you a story,” said Suki and with that she told Aesher about how purewalkers came to be. “Now Run!” she yelled at him and then started to laugh. The crows cawed and more screams were heard and with that Aesher ran for his life. Soon he heard the mare after him and then another set of hooves followed him too. He was being chased by two pursuers. Aesher managed to find his way back into the swamp and ran as fast as he could. He was almost to the swampy water when his hoof got caught on a root and he fell. Seconds later Suki pounced on top of him and dug her claws into his body. “Caught you,” she said with a smile and licked his face where she had scratched it earlier. The other pursuer joined them. “Suki, I claim him, get off!” This skinwalker was a stallion with a ravens coat on his back and a terrifying beak. “How dare you challenge me,” Suki cried and with that jumped off Aesher and attacked the raven walker. Aesher was stunned as he stared at the male. He had the Asgina Kanehelvsgi markings…as he looked he realized this stallion was his father. Aesher couldn’t bear the thought that his father wanted to kill him and sprang from where he was. While the two skinwalkers fought he trudged as quickly as he could through the swamp until he found a safe hiding place to stay in until morning. In the morning, defeated he made the trip back to his home and his herd. However he was never the same again. His heart was filled with hate, torment, and cruelty. The herd exiled him and he spent the rest of his days alone.
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