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Username: stormflower
Mare's Name: Áglǽca
Mare's Temper: Punitive
Prompt Response:
'Damn them, Damn them all, filthy creatures! Curse this hell!', was the constant thought of the skinwalker that stayed silently restrained. It had not always been that way though. She was once happy and free with her family, but it seemed so long ago....

She used to be your average mare, happy-go-lucky some would say, but in truth she enjoyed life. She had a mother and father and even a younger sister. Everything was perfectly normal, until the Blood Moon Carnival came around. It was your run of the mill carnival, just a bit darker in theme. Some of the parents didn't like it so much, but the younger generation saw good fun.

Her family enjoyed the week of the carnival up until the last night where an argument between the siblings erupted. The parents seemed to side with the younger sister, which caused the the older mare to run off. Though an adult, she was childish still, having lived a sheltered life always being watched.

The mare found herself wandering the almost deserted carnival, but someone called out to her. She looked around and saw but one shadowed form. She moved closer to better see the figure, but she remained in shadows. "Whats wrong young lady? What troubles such a pretty face?", the figure asked. She hesitantly stepped closer to see a garish figure in the dim light that was left over the arch way. It was the animal handler she'd seen earlier. She knew it impolite to
stare so she averted her eyes elsewhere as she spoke. "It's my stupid sister. I want to travel and see what's in the world to be seen, but she doesn't want me to leave and is scarred of change. My parents are too close-minded as well." She kicked some ground loose with a heavy stomp and heavy breath.

The animal handler stayed silent for a moment, thinking on her hidden agenda. "Oh pity, and there is so much of the world to see.......Perhaps you could come and work with the carnival. We are always in need of extra help.", she said calmly. The mare perked up at this, at the thought of traveling. "Really? That would be amazing, when does the carnival leave?", she was smiling from ear to ear. Her parents may not approve, but she wouldn't be gone too long. The handler also had a smile, or so it appeared to be a smile. "We are leaving right now, so come now.", her voice grew gruff and almost sinister.

Taken aback the mare shifted her weight backwards a bit, but replied. "Um, okay just let me tell my...", she started to turn around when the handler blocked her and spoke with a truly sinister voice, "No child, the attractions don't get last requests." The handler started to cackle as she tried to run off, only to be caught by a chain locking around her ankle. In a panic she tried to kick it off, but it's grip grew tighter and brought her down. She tried to scream for help, but before she could something hit her from behind. Her vision grew hazy as she felt a large shackle clasp around her neck.

Her vision grew dark and started to become one big blur. She tried to call out to her sister, but her voice could not be found. The last thing she saw was a purple dust being poured over face, the beginning of her twisted fate.....

When she first awoke, she was surrounded by dead bodies and blood stains all around her. She felt strange, something wasn't right. It was then she noticed she was indeed chained and there was another weight added to her. She slowly assessed her situation. She had wings, wait what! She had leathery wings, and a second pelt. "Im....Im.....", she couldn't say it from the shock. but she didn't need to. The animal handler was there beside her small cage laughing as she spoke. "A bat, a skinwalker to be precise."

The mare felt a rage like never before, she wanted her blood. "You b*****d! What the hell did you do to me? You son-of-a....When I get my hooves on you...", she was cut off yet again by the vile handler, "You'll never be free of those chains, my dear. This is your chance to see the world, or for the world to see you. Welcome to the Blood Moon Carnival!", and without another word she left cackling like the witch she was.

The mare was enraged, she never felt so much hate. She had such an unbearable thirst for blood, but none more so then that accursed animal handler....her handler. Though enraged her other emotions and memories were still partly with her, but they wouldn't stay for long. She sulked for awhile as her past blurred together. It was all an endless blur, the images and faces were gone, but the names lingered in the back of her mind, closed off. She would never forget her families names, but the rage took her own. That mare died the night she became a monster, and eventually she accepted it and welcomed the change, becoming more blood-thirsty.

She forgot her past, who she was, who she would have been and in traveling with the circus as the new headliner she obtained a new knowledge, new memories. It was then she found a new name for herself, one befitting a monster....Áglǽca. It was a word meaning monster/demon, native to one of the many cultures of those they encountered. At first the crowds exclamations bothered her, but now she welcomed it. She used her rage to her advantage, after all they wished to be scared, to see a Monster!

She put up her act for the crowds and the handler, biding her time, but never patient about it. Áglǽca secretly watched and listened to those around the carnival, she heard talk of a night that would weaken the secret hold on the carnival. She would then escape and deliver her revenge...always listening.

She never spoke a word to anyone, she had nothing to say to anyone, especially the b*****d handler. She had passed her judgment a long time ago, but as for the others she could care less about. She did not aim to save any, and she would strike down on those in her way, innocent or not.

An eternity seemed to past, and with it her rage grew and grew. Her only escape was in the kill, happiness was in the blood. Soon though, something seemed different. Something seemed to be changing with the wind as winter approached. 'It's time', she thought. 'Finally it's time'.....

In the coming week she could feel the power of the carnival weakening and it wasn't long before it was weak enough for her to break her bonds. She kept her usual act up and after her last show of the night the handler graced her with her hideous presence. "The Queen B**** returns! What do you want?!", she said with a snarl. She smiled her usual 'smile' and spoke arrogantly, "Now that's way to talk to your master." Áglǽca gave a vicious snarl as she shifted in her tiny cage. "I have NO master, you hag!!", she spat at the handler's feet as an ultimate insult.
"Listen here b***h! I'm the master of all the beasts in the carnival, don't think you can talk to me that way!", she said unusually sharp. She knew that the power of the carnival had weakened and she was on edge about it.

She could hear the fear in the handler's voice and could see it in her eyes. She glared at the figure before her with shinning red eyes and let a devilish smirk play on her lips. "You are Master of NOTHING!" With that she headbutted the cage, bending the bars. The handler turned and started to run. She knew her fate was sealed and yet she still attempted escape. Áglǽca rammed the bars a few more times before breaking free. As she stepped out from the caged area she broke all her shackles, letting them join the array of carcasses that littered the ground.

She slowly walked from the Animal Handler's tent keeping an eye on the handler as she ran away leaving her assistants to fight her. She tore through their bodies, their blood became her war paint as she slowly charged towards the handler.
"YOU B****!", she yelled as she caught up with her slow moving dinner. A trail of blood was left behind her as she tripped up the handler. She scrambled to her feet and started to run again, but it was short lived. Áglǽca jumped and proceed to headbutt her in the back, knocking her on the ground, gasping for air.

The handler was pinned in fright at the blood covered and blood-thirsty mare. She tried to plead with her, asking for her to remember her past. She saw flashes of her past, but none of it mattered anymore. None mattered but the SOB sniveling in front of her. Áglǽca was showing her the monster she helped to create. "Revel in your monstrous success. Rot in your own eternal hell you unworthy b****!", Áglǽca said with eyes glowing in the moon's weak light. With a last snarl she attacked the handler . She tore her from limb to limb, not leaving any defining marks on her shredded body.

She was blood soaked as she let a enraged scream out in the night, cutting through the think air. She then proceeded to flap her second pelts wings, unsure if she could actually fly yet. She turned and headed for the carnival entrance.

Even after seeing the carnage that was the animal handler some still tried to stop her, including an innocent a young foal that recently joined and was only doing as he was told. She killed them all! She truly had no compassion left. This was who she was now and she didn't care. She continued to the entrance and beyond, she was free. Her blood thirst was renewed as she came to a forest tree line. She took one more slight glance at her former prison, "None, have rights to me, I cannot be tamed!"

With that she vanished into the tree line. She now kills whatever and whoever crosses her path, she is even known to kill/destroy small baskets. She found the under-developed to be a nice treat. She continues to travel with the shadows, killing to her hearts content, forever enraged by life and the past she has forgotten. Always haunting, always killing, punishing the un-dammed....forever a monster.

Comments: I usually have no luck with RP contests, but I have to get it right sometime, so I keep trying. Never giving up. 4laugh I also can't sleep and it's past 5am now (now past 7 at the finish XP)...yikes XD Thanks for the opportunity to try for her regardless
I hope it's ok, I tried to explain how she came to be where she it, I hope it came out alright and made sense.

There are a lot of good entries and I wish everyone the best of luck! *sprinkles luck dust on all*

Username: Belalusiia
Mare's Name: Iris
Mare's Temper: Hateful
Prompt Response:


I woke suddenly and thrashed against the metal confinement of my cramped cage. Everything was still a haze of red. I'd been dreaming again. I couldn't remember anything, only the blood, there was blood...a lot of it.
I thrashed harder inside my cage. I wanted to rip flesh off bones, I wanted to tear limbs from their sockets, I wanted blood. I needed blood. I ached with the desire for it.

Through the bars of the cage I could see someone approaching. The Animal Handler; not horse, but not human either. My body felt like it was on fire. The hatred was consuming me, boiling my insides. I hated her more than anything in this moment. And she knew - she could see it in my eyes. Her lips curled into a malicious sneer as she approached me.

"There's nothing you can do until The Blood Moon releases you. As long as It hangs bright in the sky, I still have power over you."

She rapped her sharp, inhuman fingernails against the bars confining me.

"It's gonna be one hell of a show tonight..."

She sneered and walked away, leaving me seething and shaking. I could picture her blood spattered everywhere like in my dream...

There was something different about tonight though. Underneath all the hatred and anger, I could feel it. The magical bonds holding me didn't feel as strong. Maybe it was the intensity of my hatred. Maybe if I willed only stronger my bonds would break...and I would show that Animal Handler what it was like to be tortured...
She would regret ever having captured me. She would regret cursing me, taking my soul, taking my sanity. She would regret everything down to the branding of the Blood Moon crescent into my white flesh; the crescent that shone on my ivory chest, maiming everything that could have once been pure...

A delicious shiver rippled over my body at the thought of getting my revenge over the Animal Handler. But I wouldn't get my revenge over just her. All the people, all the interested horses who wandered to the carnival, all the ones who watched night after night, who laughed at me, who delighted in my curse, who were oblivious to the pain; I would have my revenge on all of them.

The night was settling in among the village, and the wagons, makeshift buildings, and the tents of the carnival were beginning to come to life. The carnival music was playing, and just like always, curious eyes gleamed out at me, reflecting the moonlight. I could feel the change in my body as it succumbed to the will of the Animal Handler's magic. It was transforming me into the bat form which I was cursed to take. The bat that had been slain, and it's pelt put on my body. Night after night I flew over the crowds as this bat, doing tricks, dazzling the crowds, doing whatever the Animal Handler commanded me to do.
And I hated it. Resented it. Rejected it with every fiber of my being. Tonight would be the last night I would fly over these faces. Tonight was the last night they would watch with those gleaming eyes. The last night those eyes would ever see.
I hated how they watched me, how they laughed and jeered, how my body conformed to the will of the Animal Handler. I hated the cursed life that I lived. I hated the emotions that over took me, the rages that were just beyond my control, the insanity, the thirst for blood, the dreams that I couldn't remember, the past that I knew I must have, but like the dreams, couldn't remember...
My life as I had ever known it was the Blood Moon Carnival, and I hated every bit of it. Tonight everyone would know just how much I hated it.

I could have fought the transformation, but the Animal Handler would know something was wrong. Instead, I let the magic take hold of me, let it change me until I was flying from my cage. I felt the cool air around me, like so many other nights, but tonight it felt different. It didn't feel like a cage anymore.

The magic was growing feebler and feebler. Soon it wouldn't hold me at all, even if I didn't fight it. The Animal Handler was oblivious. I would attack her first. She wouldn't see it coming. I could see the veins pounding in her neck. I could kill her quickly, but then she wouldn't suffer...
No, I wanted her to know what was coming. It would be the crowd first then. I would have my taste of blood, then chaos would reign. Would the Animal Handler run, or would she try to control me? Would she fight? There was only one way to find out.

I didn't let the magic control me now, nor did I have to fight it. The moon was still blood red in the sky, but it wasn't holding me. The Animal Handler's magic had failed her, and she would pay the price for her mistake. I soared upward, letting the wind ruffle my fur. It was the first feeling of my escape. But I had a job to do. Without another thought, I turned and dived upon the crowd.

The scream was instantaneous, and oh so satisfying. I didn't even see their faces as I attacked. There was only one face that mattered, and hers would come later. The only thing I saw was the blood as their bodies collapsed over each other, one by one. And the taste...the taste...
I was losing control. I wanted more.

People were running everywhere; horses neighing and scattering. They couldn't fight me off, I was too big, even in my bat form, and I was far too fast for them. They fell like dominoes as I dived upon them. And the Animal Handler was beginning to realize her mistake. I could feel her trying to capture me, I could feel the magic gliding over me as it tried to take hold of me again, but I was beyond it's reach tonight. There were others with her as well, other carnival workers, other half human freaks who desired my recapture. Their attempts were futile, so futile...

I was already changing as I glided downward once more towards the Animal Handler and her allies. My hooves hit solid ground and I shivered as the transformation completed. That was the first time I saw their faces. The shock, the horror, the terror. This was my treat, this was my revenge. I approached them slowly, giving them time to run if they dared. They could not, would not escape me even if they tried.

A spear soared towards me, unexpectedly. It struck my shoulder, causing me to stumble. I reared up in anger as I ripped the spear out with my teeth, snapping it in half with the force of my grip. They were only throwing logs on the fire.

I stretched my wings and then soared at them. Five of them were knocked to the sides, the one in the middle was trampled under my hooves, the one behind him was caught in my jaws. I felt the bones in his arms snap, heard them dislocate from their socket, tasted the warm blood.

The Animal Handler was right in front of me, her eyes wide with her fright, but still filled with determination all the same. She had changed forms too. She now took on her Soquili form; a Kalona. I was on the brink of loosing control. I couldn't fight it anymore, I couldn't slow down, I only had one desire. Kill.

It was all a blur. Fear, terror, blood, clashing of wings, fur and hair flying, pain, and the sounds of sweet, sweet revenge... It was saturating me, I was sick with it. It burned my throat, my body, my stomach, my eyes, every part of me. I couldn't see straight anymore. Everything was red, I was in a daze. I think I might have been flying, soaring away... And then everything was dark again.



It was still dark, almost morning. I wasn't encased anymore, there were no more metal bars. I was in the forest, and I was alone. My wings were damaged, tired from my fight and from my flight. My snowy hair was matted with drying blood, my own and the blood of my victims. But I was free of the handler and her carnival. I had done it, gotten my revenge; I could still taste the blood on my tongue, could still savor it. There would be no more shows, no more tricks, no more humiliation. I could carry on my existence alone, as it was meant to be. My cursed existence...
I itched to take the pelt off, to rip it from my skin, but I couldn't. I may have been free from the carnival, but as long as I wore this pelt, I knew I would never truly be free...


Comments: <3

Username: Lita Rutherford
Mare's Name: Vrykolakas
Mare's Temper: Shattered
Prompt Response:

Deep inside one lone carnival tent a thick chain rattled along with a deep growl. It was just growing dark and one set of curious carnival go-ers were leaving while yet another was arriving. And it was this comotion which upset the large creature in the large cage. Hanging upside down from a thick branch sat Vrykolakas. At first glance one might assume she was just a large bat. A freak of nature. But the sign out front advertised an even darker truth.

It was the night. The night she had been waiting for. The night she had prepared for for so many years. No longer would she be a slave to this strange creature. No longer would she let this thing force her to transform and entertain and frighten the masses. Her body tensed in antisipation as she waited for the last of the light to drain. In the darkness, every night, a crowd would form outside the tent. After an introduction, to heighten the fear and sense of adventure. Then they would move inside, pressing up to the double bared cage to behold the beast within. And this, she had decided, was her moment. The largest crowd of the day. The biggest mass of hot, moving bodies. The feast of a king. Or, rather, queen. She smirked to herself, twitching lightly.

An ear perked as the rustled and murrmurrs grew outside the tent. Show time.

The Animal Trainer opened the flap and the rush for a moment was crazy, furry and messy. Everyone rushing inside trying to get the best view of the famed Skinwalker captive. Getting the best spot. As the Animal Trainer went into her nightly speech, at which Vrykolakas would transform and frighten the little twits. But as The Animal Trainer reached that faithful point in her speech Vrykolakas did not transform. She sat there, upside down, a large bat in a large cage.

The tendsion grew as The Animal Trainer repeated the line again, prompting the skinwalker to make the dramatic change. But still she did not. As murrmurrs started, and the tension began to relax, a soft tinkering laughter floated up. Silence fell over the group as they tried to pin point the source.

Spreading her large wings, Vrykolakas dropped down towards the ground, transforming mid air to the large winged beast. The terror of the night. A gasp and cheers rippled through the crowd but The Animal Trainer remained silent. This was not part of the act. Something was wrong, she could tell. And Vrykolakas knew the blasted trainer was catching on. Best speed this up, even if sh'd much rather draw it out. Slow. Painful. And fun!

Quickly she darted, breaking the chain free from the wooden cage supports, and rushing for the weakest point, the door near the back. Slaming her slight frame into it, it broke loose with a loud crack. And then she stopped. Just stopped in her tracks, waiting for her next cue. Her new signal. And it wasn't far off. In moments the panic began to set in as the crowd realized this was not part of the act. And that there was a real, live, blood thirsty Skinwalker now out of her cage. They all at once turned and began to rush for the opening in the tent, shoving, pushing, and nearly trampaling eachother just to get out the door.

Vrykolakas grinned as she watched the mayhem. This was what she wanted. This panic. This fear. The death. For in the few seconds since they panic had set in she could already smell the blood of several smaller Soquili. Usdia and children, she was sure, had been trampled. In fact she could hear them. Her ears picked up the screams and cries of those fleeing as well as the pleading, moaning, and garggled cries of those who had been stepped on. The scent tickled her nose like that of a freash picked fruit. Her throat and stoumech burned and for a moment she almost moved towards them to feast on the dieing and dead. But a movement caught her eye and she saw The Animal Trainer moving towards her. No time to feast now. She had to get out of the Carnival and away. She could always return. Another night. Another show.

Turning to the side of the tent she hooked a claw into the fabric and with a swift jerk of her wing a large tear formed. Squeezing her wings against her body she pushed out of the tent and into the fresh evening air. But the normal, calming sounds of night were replaced with the screams and cries of a paniced carnival. The smell of fear and blood grew stronger and at last her mind, weakened from years in captivity, could not hold out. Eyes flashing she rushed towards the fleeing crowed, which had grown as the small group from her tent rushed to warn the entire lot. Flairing her large wings she lifted herself off the ground. Her eyes, weak as they were, could only make out the mass of bodies. But her ears picked up every stomp and every rustle. A small one, near the center, was injured. Its mother pushed it forward, urging it on. And that was her target.

Zeroing in the pair she glided above them. A sick satisfaction filled her as she heard the mother scream in terror. The little one was to shocked to make a peep. How sad, she would have liked to listen to it call for help. But alas, she was much to hungry to care anymore. Lowering herself she knocked the mother back with her wing and pushed the tiny babe to the ground. Lowering her head she grined as her jaws closed around its neck...



Opening her eyes Vrykolakas blinked at the surroundings, confused for a moment. It was light out. But she was in the dark somewhere. A cave or... no in the trees. Hidden in the trees. Growling she closed her eyes from the harsh light and let the memories of the previous night wash over her. Blood. Screams. The Trainer... The Trainer! Her eyes snapped open and she was in her cage once more. A thick chain sat around her neck, another holding her wings to her body. And yet one more attaching her legs together allowing her to shuffle at best. Her eyes darted around and she strained her wings against the chains. The Animal Trainer had caught her. In her frenzy of blood and delicious meat, warm and red, she had been re-claimed. And the blasted Trainer was using its tricks to make her see things. A deep growl and then a snarl rumbled out of her and she stood, shuffling to the side of the cage where she slamed her side into the bars.

She had failed. And next time...next time would be harder. Next time... The Trainer would have to go first.


Comments: I think my dream catwalker might be changed to a dream batwalker. She's so cool! Can't wait to see what the male turns out like. I hope you enjoyed my responce.

Username: ArashiX
Mare's Name: Cian'ae, or Ciar'ae [Ancient, or Dark. Either works.]
[I haven't decided yet; prompt uses the first.]
Mare's Temper: Unnerved/Distraught/Bat-s**t Insane [lol, tbd later, officially]
Prompt Response:



She was free!

The moon, the wonderful, bright, full, moon! The moon that had a ring of blood, of power around it. Power to strip her shackles. Power to set her free. On a shriek, she burst from her holdings, power coursing through her veins and bones, giving her a jolt of adrenaline and a taste for revenge. After breaking from her cage, she shifted forms, standing proud on four hooves instead of the small bat form she was forced into on a constant basis.

She could not be stopped.

She would not be stopped!

Cian'ae ground her teeth, hatred, fury, insatiable hunger, vengefulness, excitement. All of it and more made her scream again, wings in her Soquili-form spreading.

Yes, yes, yes, YES, YES!

More power, more freedom! Crazed red eyes flicked about. Her first target had skid to a stop, looking at her with eyes that had gone wide, full of horror at what had been unleashed. A subsonic cry rose through her throat and she sprang, a short flight, gliding through the air, and she was on top of her "handler", the most loathed of all at this forsaken Carnival.

Blood sprayed.

She delighted in it, reveled in the shower of blood she could create!

Blood for the taking.

Blood for the spilling.

Blood for the drinking.

Long had it been since she had fed properly. The scent overwhelmed her.

It drove her over insanity.

Over the point she had already crossed long ago.

Cian'ae shrieked in triumph and looked up, eyes glowing to match the ring of blood around the moon.

In her twisted way, she gave thanks for having the chance to let all her dreams of carnage and destruction live. Blood. Full. Her thirst slaked somewhat, she eyed the newcomers before a slow, perverse and corrupted smile formed across her bloody maw.

Cian'ae, the bat-beast that tangled into the hair of those foul, rank spectators, that cursed their and her captors' existence...would dance in the very blood that coursed through their putrid veins. A cackle, a shriek. A leap, the feel of her body twisting and breaking. Of mending and becoming. It was a rush like no other.

Darting through the air and reveling in the terrorized screams and cries of outrage, Cian'ae changed again and landed on one. The fool crumpled beneath her weight. A feast.

Hot.

Sluicing.

It was Life. And it was Death.

She had balanced on the precipice of those two for so long. And now she had been shoved inexorably into Life, to be the cause of Death.

The skinwalker gnashed her teeth, her fangs, and let out another shriek. It was a twisted cacophony against the night. Music to her ears.

Cian'ae, in all her deathly, bloody glory, was free.

Ripping, tearing, rending. Growing more powerful with each kill, an insane laugh burst from her throat and she heaved several small two-leggers onto a large, hard branch. Their throats, their numerous other wounds still dripped blood.

Cian'ae danced beneath the shower.

There was more. More, more, and more blood to shed.

Blood to take.

Blood to spill.

Blood to drink.


Comments: How can you keep your awesomeness up, Mind? What's the seeeeeecret?

And I tried to keep the dialogue somewhat insane. If you noticed it's a bit fragmented and skips a bit, that's it. ;D I wanted to capture her...after a long, "ancient" time of waiting. That's a lot of years to let insanity take over. <3

Also, Rings of Blood around the moon do happen, and some would consider them ill omens [trouble is soon to follow] or signs of power.

I also thought it fitting; her name, the bases Cian and Ciar are Gaelic. There's Gaelic superstitions in the ring of blood around the moon, as well.

Username: Frezir
Mare's Name: Jehona
Mare's Temper: Silent
Prompt Response:


~The moon... She weakens these chains of suffering...~ The mare thought to herself as she looked up at the moon with her blood red eyes. Her large bat like wings shifted as if she was uneasy and ready for her escape. She shook her head lightly, moving her gaze to the Animal Handler. Growling as the handler had gotten closer to her. ~Should I strike now or wait to slaughter this foul creature?~ She thought as she dawned a glare at the handler.

Jehona opened her eyes wide as she let out a screech that would harm the ears of other creatures around her. She bucked and struggled to brake the chains of her imprisonment. "Freedom... At last..." The chains had broke from the strength in her legs and wings. She tackled down the stunned Animal Handler, only to attack them viciously. The handler laid on the ground, almost lifeless. The deed was done and she needed to leave before more would show their ugly faces.

A loud screech rang out in the night sky once more as she tore through the tent she was kept in. She began to destroy and attack those who would stand in her way of freedom. Knocking over lanterns, tearing up tents, dismantling booths, and trampling down gaming stations. Fires broke out around the carnival, illuminating behind the batwalker, and making her appear as if a shadow to the world around her.

Jehona's ears moved around for the slightest sound of a possible threat to her escape mission. She scanned the area only to find that there was no one in her way. She began to make her way towards the entrance of the carnival, only to look back at the damages she had created. "Thou shalt die in the fiery pits of the nether world for what you have done to me..." She growled then took off into the dark forests that surrounded the carnival. She had morphed into her bat form, of average size.

No one truly knows what had become of Jehona, but only to know that an image of a bat could be seen on a full moon with a screech throughout the night sky!

Comments:

A bat skinwalker! Pure genius, Mind! Thank you for the awesome contest and congratulations to who ever wins!

Username: -_Wish of the Goddess_-
Mare's Name: Szamya Ejszaka
Mare's Temper: Calculating
Prompt Response:
From beneath the Bat's pelt, crimson eyes watched the people pass by her cage. Kept shackled in the days since she'd been caught, Szamya Ejszaka, called simply Ejszaka by the man they called her Handler, she'd lain in her cage since her capture, cursed and blessed. White hair curled about her neck, and the young Skin-Walker sighed softly as she realized that the next show would be soon. So insulting, that someone would chain a creature of her nature there, and use her for entertainment. Crimson eyes closed as she crossed long legs, wings folding over her sides. Her breathing was slightly heavier, and it wasn't until she felt something strange that her head raised. Nostrils flaring, her gaze immediately turned up to the skies, specifically, to the full moon that had risen overhead.

Bloody orbs narrowed, as a grin formed up on the corner of her maw. Ejszaka knew that the shackles about her would have weakened with the moon's rising. The young Cursed femme's wings snapped open and she stood to her hooves, testing her confines with careful consideration. Her body was free, more free than before, the control of her restraints lessening as the moon rose, and that was all Szamya needed. Her mind began to gently filter through possibilities. Escape would be simple, almost TOO simple, too easy an option. If she simply escaped, then that damnable Handler would be free to capture another of her kind. No….That would be detrimental…

So, her mind began to slowly work, contemplating ideas of revenge and all the fun that could be had with the other Soquili about. After all, what fun was breaking your chains, lest you were able to have a bit of fun. That…and vengeance was ripe in her mind, her eyes narrowing as she calculated carefully. It wouldn't take much to break free. And after freedom of her limbs was at last attained, and the control over her broken, she would be able to hunt down the Animal Tamer. Such would be her first task. Hunt down that slaver and maim, strike down. That, and potentially dealing harm to any Soquili in her way. It was not in Ejszaka's nature to be forgiving, nor was it in her nature to care who was struck down in her quest for something……especially revenge.

Oh how sweet it would taste. With a cry of rage, the Bat SkinWalker found herself free of her shackles, and the laugh that broke from her maw would have chilled even the most stead-fast of hearts. Her eyes were two chips of bloody ice as she surged forwards, mind trained solely on one thing, on her vengeance, at last! Had it not been for the Soquili's sharp perception, she would have nearly run into the leafy-maned femme before her. Glaring at the Dryad, the creature bared her fangs in challenge, a challenge met only with a calm gaze, from patient, glowing yellow eyes. Cleft hooves gently pawed at the ground as the Dryad circled to the side of the other mare, and spoke in a calm, measured voice,
"Be wise in your actions….Revenge is never-"
"Silence! SILENCE! She doesn't care. Must die, all must. Leave to her the death of the man, the slaver, before others are trapped too. Stay in her way, and death shall come on wings of skin!" She screeched, rearing back over the other.

However, even Ejszaka's insanity didn't seem to faze her, as the yellow-eyed femme simply stepped out of the way, and canted her neck to one side,
"Then on your way you go." The tone of bitter regret in her voice had the SkinWalker bristling, but who cared. Her vengeance was nigh, and she would have her time! With a cry of delight, the Bat Mare sought out her prey and descended like a ravenous beast, fangs and hooves scoring at flesh with inhuman keens of sadistic glee. Her own noises meshed with the screams of pain, and sounds of tearing, causing a cacophony that would sicken most to their stomachs. Even the death of her captor could not sate her, though, and as the moon rose still higher in the night sky…

Szamya Ejszaka turned her crimson gaze to the onlookers, and a feral grin formed on her maw,
"And who shall be next in her line, for death's lovely sleep~?"

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The link to the cert of the used mare:
Natyre

So.. Many... Good. Entries. DX

However, only one can win! There is only one of these flying around at the moment, after all.

The RP contest winner is tefla! biggrin Congratulations, you're the proud new owner of the first TEMPLATE-based* Batwalker! Please send your info to me, incase you want to change her name/temper/add a co-owner


*there are two other 'batwalkers' with unique pelts and semi-unique non-bat forms already in existence. :3 And as awesome as they are, they are unique and the kids dont get this pelt lol

congratulations unfortunately i didnt get to enter because i thought it closed tonight