TRICK OR TREAT Task # Free claim! You get a ticket just for being here! Entry This post!
TRICK OR TREAT Task # Dress your avatar up to celebrate Halloween! Entry
TRICK OR TREAT Task # Tell me your biggest fear Entry I don't have many fears, but out of the two i do have Death is my biggest fear.
TRICK OR TREAT Task # Post a gif of a ghost. Entry
Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 10:38 am
[*] [b]Rita Zyon:[/b] [i]2, 4, 1, 3[/i]
TRICK OR TREAT Task # #1 Free claim! You get a ticket just for being here! Entry Free ticket!
TRICK OR TREAT Task # #3 Link me to your spookiest pony! EntryMischa
TRICK OR TREAT Task # #6 Tell me your biggest fear Entry Absolutely terrified of wasps. Bees aren't too bad, but I really hate wasps as they always come over and bother me which freaks me out!
TRICK OR TREAT Task # #10 Post a gif of a ghost. Entry
TRICK OR TREAT Task # #13 Find me the following soquili; a pumpkin, a bat, a witch, a black cat EntryPumpkin, Bat, Witch, Black Cat
Zelophehad tossed his head uneasily as he pranced under the skeletal branches of the late autumn wood. Now out of earshot of the laughter and chatter of his friends, this seemed like a pretty stupid dare. Go into the Deadwood, as they called this wood, find the medicine two-legger’s home, and bring back proof. As though there really was some creepy old two-legger who cursed anyone who crossed her. If there was a two-legger structure in these woods, it was probably a heap of wood and skins in some clearing. He could find anything creepy here, bring it back, and claim that he’d really gone there, and that the old foals’ stories were true.
Zel snorted, flicking his sunny golden tail. Yeah. Sure. And Mer danced on the beaches. Like he’d wuss out on this kind of thing.
Even so, he picked up his feet, moving a bit quicker under the trees. Anything to not be in these woods after it got fully dark. Amid the stories of ghouls and spooks were far more real stories of creatures who got lost in these woods after nightfall, and were seen days later, if at all.
Turning a corner in the faint trail, he spotted it, and drew to a halt at the edge of a skeletal fence surrounding a large clearing. A shiver traveled up Zel’s spine. No. Freaking. Way.
A small, roughly patched wigwam sat, emitting a faint trail of smoke into the growing gloom as the sun began to set. Surrounding it was an unruly herb garden, scraggly, but still green in places. Resting by the doorstep were large wicker baskets filled with freshly cleaned skulls, filling the air with the mingled scents of a campfire and the coppery tang of blood.
Zel gulped uncomfortably. This dare was starting to seem stupid, but in a very different way. Sure, the two-legger might just be a weird loner, but this was sounding plausibly like someone to not mess with. Still, better to grab something and run.
Backing up, Zelophehad leaped the fence, trying not to let his eyes rest on how the fence posts and rails looked increasingly like actual bone. Loping quickly up alongside the wigwam to avoid being seen, he made it to the baskets, and reached for a skull. Zel breathed a sigh of relief. Easy. Time to go ba—
“What are you doing, you stupid creature?!” a two-legger voice cried out angrily, creakily.
Zelophehad felt frozen in place, unable to move, for the first time in his life filled with an unspeakable dread.
“Oh-hoh, a skull is it? Well, if it’s a skull you want, then it’s a skull you shall have!” Something strange filled the air, like an inverted heat shimmer, cold and clammy.
Finding himself able to move again, Zel took his prize and raced back to safety. When he spotted his friends, he lifted the stolen skull aloft, grinning. His reward was his friends’ horrified screams.
Days shorten, leaves fall Candles alight in darkness Summer turns to fall
TRICK OR TREAT Task # 6 Entry Dying; followed closely by spiders
TRICK OR TREAT Task # 8 Entry A lover of cuddles, this black cat has a sense of humor, if you can catch up to her. She can't climb trees, but that doesn't stop her from finding her way onto high places, with a purr of enjoyment as she moves catlike around you
Wherein lies the soul? The heart or the mind? That was the question the mare had wanted to know. It was her passion. Her quest. One day she would find the answer...
Watch out when wandering the whispering woods on nights when the moon is gone... That warning was passed down for so long, it had become more than a story, passing into legend, and indeed nearly out of mind and memory. No one remembered where or why it started.
So it became a dare for the young and foolhardy of the younglings in the herd. To gather their nerve on the nights with no moon and make their way to the edge of the whispering woods. Trying to gather their nerve to enter. To prove their bravery and the fact that there was nothing to the warning. Nothing to be afraid of. But time after time, there was none who were truly brave enough to dare.
Then one day... Dullahan was not the bravest young stallion. Nor exactly the smartest. In fact, it might be said that he was rather an airhead. So when he wandered into the wood. On a moonless night. Head in the clouds he wandered. Further. Deeper. Lost in the shadows and his own mind.
Not the heart... A crotchety voice cackled next to his ear. It is the head. It must be the head...
He tossed his head in fright. Looking this way and that. What was the voice? Where was it coming from? Was it all in his mind?
All of a sudden he felt the sharp cold bite of something... and a horrendous pain. Then the world went dark.
Sacha's worst dream had come true; the dead had begun to walk the earth! Or so he thought. He'd been traveling alone and had gotten lost, when all of a sudden, a ghostly form had appeared from the trees down the path in front of him! "Wait!", the ghost had called to him, but he did not answer it! Sacha was much more "flight" than "fight", and had immediately bolted into the trees, heedless of direction. "Wait!", the ghost called again. Chancing a look over his shoulder, Sacha saw that it had moved to where he'd been standing, looking after him as he ran. It looked....concerned? Could ghosts look concerned? It also seemed to have black and...pink hair? Could ghosts have pink hair? Or was it more of a purple...? While Sacha pondered these questions, he hadn't been paying attention to where he was running, and tripped over a fallen tree branch. He seemed to fall in slow motion, which gave him plenty of time to realize there were large, nasty-looking metal-toothed traps littering the ground. He'd been lucky not to step into one, except, he noticed, he was falling into one, head-first.
The pain was over quickly, but Sacha could somehow still see and hear. At least, for the moment. The ghost came into view again, his claws and hooves beating a gentle rhythm against the hard-packed earth. Claws.....hooves? Sacha realized his mistake, all too late. "Oh, poor soul", said the stranger. "I tried to give you warning, yet I often forget my appearance can be frightening. I am sorry to have lead you to your misfortune.....but I think I know someone who can help...."
Sacha's vision had gone black, he was sure he was dead. And yet, he dreamed of voices and colors, and pain. When he woke the next morning, he knew he would never be the same.
Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 4:54 pm
[b]Kaya Wolf Moon:[/b] [i]1, 3, 2, 4[/i]
TRICK OR TREAT Task # 8 (Pony #2; WC: 83) Entry They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. By that token, he should be the strongest stallion alive. So many things, so many…others, have tested him and pushed him to the limits but he’s always managed to come out on top. A lot of the time a bit worse for wear, but alive. Alive is what counts. Alive is what matters. Death may be a great adventure to have one day. But living, feeling truly alive…there is no greater challenge than that.
TRICK OR TREAT Task # 6 Entry Having a wound become so infected that bugs get into it (I'm a dog groomer, so this is actually a possibility ... D: )
TRICK OR TREAT Task # 10 Entry
TRICK OR TREAT Task # 11 Entry Person A: How did the skeleton know it was going to rain? Person B: He ... felt it in his bones? Person A: NO he looked at the weather forecast dumbass
TRICK OR TREAT Task # 7 Entry Little black kitty sleeps the day away. When she wakes she is playful, but terribly shy of other soq. Though she is a bit of a trickster, her games are never cruel. Her favorite toy is a plush mouse which she always carries . The bell is from a master who she has long forgotten.
TRICK OR TREAT Task # 10 Entry
TRICK OR TREAT Task # 11 Entry How did the vampire race finish? Neck and neck!
