I thought of angels choking on their halos
Username: OvercastKid
Show Name: Twilight Bittersweet Halloween
Barn Name: Vixen
Gender: Mare
Halter Colour: Black with orange swirls
Get them drunk on rose water
How She Handles Her Anger: Vixen usually handles her anger by taking it out on inanimate object such as straw, hay and shavings. She will paw at them until she feels better. Also, sometimes she has been known to takes walks in the nighttime through the forest under the moonlight. The moon soothes her anger because she gets awed by its beauty. The stillness and the solitude- ness of the night calms her down. Night time is when she truly feels calm. Her favourite song to listen to when she's angry is Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy. At Halloween, she has been known to play a trick on the people of the town. The trick gets worse and worse every year. Here is her favourite night time place:
Heaven's GriefSee how dirty I can get them Personality:
Vixen is very secluded and to herself. She is very reserved and doesn't like to communicate. She hates the cheerfulness. It makes her sick. She is very dark and quiet. She is often mistaked for being crazy, in fact she is perfectly fine. She loves to scare people and her favourite event is Halloween. She loves trick or treating (mainly tricks). She isn't very shy and instead scared to stand up for what she believes in and she is silently judging people most of the time. She is very imaginative too.
Pulling Out Their fragile teeth
History:
Vixen is how she is because she used to be on a riding school. They ruined her, they got her from a breeding farm. All the children liked her markings, she was constantly being used and never was given a minutes rest. Finally, one day, she snapped. Vixen reared, she threw the child on her back and went crazy bucking and plunging. Nobody could retrieve her. She snapped off her bridle and smashed her saddle until it broke. The riding school owners managed to herd her out into a field, where she was left for a week until a man came to pick her up... She was chased into a horsebox. After, four hours they finally got her in. One broken arm later she was secured. She was then driven off to an auction. She was sedated and led into the ring, as the bidding commenced the sedatives wore off... The bidding was furious. Her markings were very desired and she was so calm. Suddenly, she became alert. The sedatives had no effect now. She leaped and twisted into the air. That is when a man, who had been buying all day, threw in his bid... No horse wanted to go to that man. I suddenly yelled out my bid. The gavel struck the table and she was mine. We used tiger tranquilisers to get her into my box and now she has gained more confidence in people and is a lot calmer.
And clip their tiny wings
Positives:
-Hopeful
-Optimistic
-Truthful
-Genuine
-Stoic
Negatives:
-Impatient
-Bad-Tempered
-Mean
-Mischievous
-Destructive
If heaven's grief brings hell's reign
Special Place: The forest bordering the Twilight Circus.
Favourite Month: October, home to Halloween, her favourite event.
Favourite Season: Autumn: When everything starts to die and trees look spooky in the night time.
Favourite Treat: Halloween Sweets: It tastes better when it's stolen!
Theme Song: Just One YesterdayThen I'd trade all our tomorrow's for just one yesterday Poem: Wind rustles around the dark street
Vicious Blue orbs light up, a rare feat
Halloween is upon the night
Children, asleep, afraid of the fright.
They fright you may ask?
A silvery demon makes it her task
Dominating the hallowed town
The nightmare, shrouded in her deathly gown
The wind rushes past the dark figure
She throws her head to the moon, her trigger
of making her appearance on Halloween night
A Halloween trick, one with bite.
I Know I'm bad news
Short Story:
The clock struck midnight. The dark mare calmly let herself out of the barn. Vixen delicately pranced through the forest until she was in the town. Every Halloween she would patrol the streets. Scaring the kids back into their beds, for she was the real nightmare. The wind rustled the leaves in her wake, as if they were uncomfortable in her shadowy presence. Her hooves chimed on the silent night. The autumn moon illuminated her silvery white mane. It flew in the wind, wildly. She shook her white mane and it glinted in the moonlight. She then took of at a tolt. Exaggerated and proud, this was when Vixen felt most alive. This was her domain, her time to shine. She stopped abruptly and let a ringing neigh, one that froze fear in so many hearts. Nobody knew who this demon was or what she was. Not even her owner. She was known as The Nightmare. She'd never been seen or caught on video. Nobody dared look. She pawed at the ground and dropped her delicate head. She lipped up some sweets. As Vixen crunched thoughtfully on the sweets, she wondered how she would trick the people of this sleepy town this year. The shadowed mare licked her lips and a malevolent gleam came to her eyes. She grunted satisfied. This year she was going to cause absolute destruction. She reared and let out an ear piercing shriek. She fed on the fear of the towns people as they quaked in their beds. Then she took off once more. Vixen ran through a garden, she ripped up everything: The fence, the grass, the plants and the statues. Even the usually annoying dogs were too scared to bark. She then proceeded to kick in the doors. The mare ploughed through the next fence for this one she dug holes everywhere and smashed all the garden gnomes. She found some red paint and kicked it into the window leaving a crimson splash running down the windows. She snorted, satisfied with her work. A few more houses late of destruction, she moved onto the town hall. Whooo, she had a good one for this! The mare broke down the doors, she ran in. Vixen ravaged the inside, she brought down displays, broke special trophies, hid medals. She ripped down photos and artwork by the primary school children. She trod the red paint, which was still on her back hooves, all over the place. The mare, after a violent outbreak of smashing a stage, then went to the toilets. She twisted all the taps on with her mouth. Then she calmly trotted out. The sun started to break through the darkness. The moon started to sink. She set off at a canter. Vixen skidded in the stable yard, she made sure to wash the paint off of her in a nearby pond, she let herself back in her stable and laid down as if she had been there all along...
Just One Yesterday
Art:
I want to teach you a Lesson, in the worst kind of way.
Credits to Shadow9119 for the beautiful art
and CT x
o.o I need this tolter o.o
by tynahi » Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:20 pm 
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