username:
theexileofkiem
kalon name:
Mabon
carved pumpkin:

(carved it myself--sorry the image is sideways, I've been having issues uploading the image, I'll pretend it adds to my forms "flare" haha

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(story is unrelated to kal)
Dry leaves spun around on the ground, carried by a small gust of wind. It was halloween night and all trick-or-treaters were out seeking treats. From this house to that house they all went. Except for one. A lone trick-or-treater was late to participate in the festivities. They had been prepping their costume all night, for they made it at the last minute and had been working hard on it for the past three days. Their costume was a dragon. Each scale was hand stiched onto a zip up jacket and some leggings, they glitered fantastically under the dim street lanterns.
Porch lights were turning off and there were very few treaters still out this late. The witching hour would be rolling arround soon, a potentially danerous time for young ones on all hallows eve. All manner of spirits were beginning to roam about. Just then, our young treater heard a crunch of leaves. They looked behind themselves. Nothing was there. They continued on, collecting as many treats as they could.
The last porch light went off. Dissappointed in their small amount of loot, they sat on the curb of the street and sighed. "I wish I could have gotten more candy...I was hoping my costume would have wowed people into giving me more..." the wind stirred and the street lamps flickered off. "Hello?" the young one called. No answer. But the street lights gradually turned back on, one by one, but instead of their normal colors they were varried between orange, purple, and green. A booming voice called out "Happy Halloween! Your wish is my command!" Down the street, somthing rather large stepped into the colored street lights. A tall yet short-legged and long-armed shadowy figure with the head of a jack o' lantern. It almost looked like a sort of scarecrow? Music started playing, from where, it was unknown. "Is this real?" the young treater whispered under their breath. "But of course!" The mysterious figure replied from still far enough away that they shouldn't have heard the question. The scarecrow thing started dancing wildly to the music. Candy floated out of thin air seemingly dancing with the being.
When the song concluded and the scarecrow bowed,
the young one clapped and candy poured magically into the large treat bag they had been carrying, filling it to the brim. The scarecrow poofed away, and the colored lights returned to their normal state. Confused and amused, the trick-or-treater made their way home, dragging with them a full bag of candy and the memory of an odd evening.