[KittyCatKita]

This lovely little lady is inspired by the Ghostly Silkmoth! They're stunning and lent so well to a medicine hat baby!

Original Owner: Nanorat
Name: Sabrina
Sex: Mare
Height: 13.1 hh
Coat: Chestnut Medicine Hat
Quipping: Multi-colour Filled Regular

[kaju]

Username: kaju
Is she afraid of ghost stories?: Ceranchia is not afraid of ghost stories! In fact, she’s very drawn to the paranormal side of things, and the supernatural. Full of different conspiracies and theories about nearly every topic, she’s quite the story teller and makes for an interesting partner for conversation.
What ghost story would she tell, or what story would scare her most?: Ceranchia would for sure tell one of her favorites… care to hear what she has to say?

Ceranchia glanced at her herdmates gathered in front of her, her ears flicking with excitement seeing their eager faces. Night had began to fall, the moon cast pale waves across the ground beneath their hooves and a heavy fog settled across the meadow. The ideal setting for the story she was about to tell.



Do you ever wonder why the winds in the north territories sound like desperate voices and screams of terror? Well let me tell you, there’s a good explanation for it. It was a night like this, pitch black, distant rumbling of thunder in the distance. A young stallion named Valores was leading his herd to shelter from the storm coming their way. Don’t be fooled, I use the term storm lightly. This was a harrowing catastrophy that was soon to come their way.

Valores and his herd rushed to find sanctuary under the trees in this very territory, sensing that at any minute the world around them could be turned upside down. Ancient oaks and pines that had withstood their fair share of violent and dangerous storms. It took mere minutes until the sky turned black, covering the moon and the stars above. Vicious rain pelted their coats, spheres of sharp ice fell, and the winds were howling like a pack of wolves around them. The herd huddled in a circle, youngest and most vulnerable in the middle, strongest on the outside. They shook and trembled, comforting one another with quiet murmers. Valores stepped away for a moment from his herd, trotting to the outskirts of the woods, head bowed against the onslaught of terrible weather. For he had never seen something like this in his lifetime. Mother nature was angry.

Suddenly, sparks began to fly past him, and a deafening roar sounded in his sensitive ears. Panic set in, and he raced towards the commotion as fast as he could. The canopy of trees covering his herd were engulfed in flames, wood black and charred. The bitter smell of smoke and ash filled his nose and throat. His herd was nowehere to be seen. Gone without a trace.

Valores spent the rest of his lifetime searching for his lost herd. A sense of guilt and regret filled his heart, until he eventually succumbed to heartbreak.


Now it is said that the cries and whispers of Valores herd can be heard in the very woods up north that this unfortunate event happened. Rumored sightings of ghastly equids are said to roam, watching every move of the living. Exploring these woods at night can fill you with a dreadful feeling, said to be from the possession of Valores himself. The missing herd haunts those woods, scaring off those who dare to step hoof in there. There are many secrets hidden under the leaves and dirt, for the trees in those woods are the only ones with the truth. There are many speculations and questions, but one thing’s for sure, the herd of ghosts are always watching and waiting.

[Nanorat]

Username: Nanorat
Is she afraid of ghost stories?: Nope, she doesnt believe in ghosts - she's a skeptical and down-to-earth equid who always tries to discover scientific reasoning behind everything, so she only "likes" ghost stories for one reason - so she can find an explanation to them. But shhh, dont tell anyone!
What ghost story would she tell, or what story would scare her most?: Her favorite story to tell since she was a foal was about the Lake Ghost, a horrible equid that is pale as fog with eyes empty as the void, who lives in the lake nearby and will drag down anyone who comes too close to the water on moonless nights, to run with it in its kelpie herd on the dark bottom of water kingdom. She'd then proudly announce a dare to go to the lake at night, which none of the foals took except her, and they thought she's so brave to go to such haunted place alone. Actually she's uncovered the truth in that story long ago, there is an albino catfish living in that very lake, a rather big fish, though nowhere near big enough to drag even a young foal underwater - buuuut other equids didnt have to know that, so she could enjoy the calm and quiet of serene nighttime swimming with her catfish buddy, who's very happy his lake has such a reputation so it doesnt get many swimmers in it!

[~Trompy]

Username: ~Trompy
Is she afraid of ghost stories?: yes, But that is why she likes them!
What ghost story would she tell, or what story would scare her most?: you know those old tombs that were made with a bell, and a rope, so just in case someone was buried alive they would be able to let people know by ringing the bell? That was the origin of her fear of graveyards… and the stories of hearing those graveyard bells tolling hundreds of years later on a windless day still send shivers up her spine!

[eleutheromaniac.]

Username: eleutheromaniac.
name; autumn
Is she afraid of ghost stories?: dude, she's terrified of them!!!
what story would scare her most?: once upon a time, in a field not much different than this one, there was an equid black as night, with eyes that glowed like embers. if you saw it, it was too late. you see, he was once a beautiful stallion betrayed and murdered by his brother and his mares. his inky apparition now wanders the valley, but he can only move in the dark. he mistakes any equid he sees for those who wronged him, and takes his revenge. so, when the sun goes down, and the humans begin to shut off their lights. . . you should be afraid

oh. my. goodness! she practically domesticated herself after that one just to stay in a dimly lit barn!!!

[~punkstache]

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When love dies it becomes a lonely ghost, haunting our hearts forever.
-Christy Ann Martine

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Username:

~punkstache

Is she afraid of ghost stories?

“Not in the slightest my dear”

What ghost story would she tell?

«The Lady in White»
You find yourself driving down a dark, long forgotten road. Not even the soft glow of the moon or stars are able to light the way; you feel so uneasy. You’re not sure when this morose blanket wrapped itself around you, but it’s there. Instead of warm fuzzies, nothing but the deepest sense of despair you could imagine. Still you press on, hoping that the further down this horrible nightmare you go eventually you’ll wake up. Just as you feel there is no end in sight that’s when you see her. “A trick of the mind?” Perhaps. But as you get closer there’s no doubt. As if manifesting out of the idea of depression itself there she is. A solitary soul almost gliding on the side of the highway all in white. As you approach the sense of dread and pure utter emptiness crescendos. “STOP!” “Turn back!” Are the only thoughts spiraling in your head. But you can’t! You have to escape this nightmare! Suddenly the figure stops, “Oh my goodness she’s in the road!” Your heart races, you want to scream but the sound catches in your throat. In an instant it’s all over. Your certain there is an impression underneath the break pedal from trying to stop in time. As the brakes shriek, shattering the deafening silence you had been in, the car fishtailing and running straight into the woman. You see her face, twisted grotesquely in despair. Your car finally slides to a stop at the side of the road; your body is shaking so violently you’re not even sure how you managed to open the door and scramble out. You frantically search for the woman. “She should be right here? Wh-where’d she go!?”. You stand in the middle of the once again silent road. You were so certain of what you just saw and experienced. It was so REAL. You climb back into your car, still in shock. At this point your body is on auto pilot, turning the ignition and pulling back out on the lonely highway. One thing rings true, you’ll never forget your encounter with the lady in white.

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[Shadowhunter,]

Username: shadowhunter,
Is she afraid of ghost stories? She is the ghost story
What ghost story would she tell, or what story would scare her most?

There’s two things everyone who escaped an encounter can agree on:
1- the entity has horrible, glowing orange eyes
2- it is attracted to light
A dead forest, scarred by past wildfire, is where our escapees fled from, with mocking laugher haunting their hasty retreat. Enter if you want, but you won’t leave the same as you came in.

- - -

A small group of young equids camp in the charred forest on a dare. The bare trees let weak moonlight stream in, a lack of vegetation means no insects break up the lively chatter of young adult equids by a roaring fire. They are relaxed and careless, having ignored the myriad of rumours they’d been told about the place. They don’t see the gleam of the flames reflecting on strange eyes in the dark, or heed the ominous creaking of bony trees. A throat clears as a figure emerges from the shadows. A dark equid glides out from the trees, head low in a gesture of peace. Her markings are nearly invisible in the wavering firelight, only the ghost of her dark stripes can be seen.

‘I got separated from my herd. Mind if I share some warmth?’ Her voice is soft and melodic. The teens look at each other and reach a silent agreement. They make room for the stranger, after all they have plenty of fire and stories to go around. She settles in with a sigh.
‘Thank you.’ She bows her head. ‘I owe you all.’ They talk well past sunset, swapping tales of adventure and the agonies of growing up with protective parents. The stranger brings her own lore of far away lands, and shimmering constellations. It’s not long before the entire group dozes off, lulled to sleep by the gentle crackle of the fire.

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A high, shrill whinny jolts the young ones awake. They look around frantic. The stranger is gone. Their hearts stop - the place where she lay has been marred by jagged marks leading off into the foreboding forest. Distant whimpering, then-

Silence.

In the dim light of the dying fire, the friends struggle and strain to make out shapes around them. Their feet are unsteady. Every tree looks like something reaching out to grab them. They jump at every gust of wind. The quiets hangs heavy. Until-

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of distant, heavy, hoofteps.

Thudthudthudthud

The sound of young racing hearts.

A gust of wind, and the fire swells up again. That’s when they see it. Two massive, evil, orange eyes, clearly glowing in the gaps of the nearest trees. And at its feet…the motionless silhouette of an equid. A horrible laughter emerges from the darkness, seemingly engulfing the small group. They turn tail on a dime, the laughter following them all the way home.

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‘Ugh they didn’t even leave anything GOOD,’ complains a red equid, shaking dirt and old pine needles from her coat. ‘Also, I am NOT playing ‘dead body’ for you EVER again. I don’t know why I let you talk me into it this time.’ She glares daggers into the shadows.

‘Oh MAN that was so much fun though,’ giggles her companion, stepping into the small clearing. Her white coat is still covered in mud with the exception of her spectacular orange markings. The low light and her light coat make mud an easy disguise, and her accomplice was reluctantly roped in to helping her pull it off. ‘Aw come on Viv,’ she bumps shoulders with the red mare who pins her ears in disgust, ‘something is better than nothing.’ She gestures to the supplies left behind. Some snacks, some friendship bracelets made of grass, marshmallows and other objects probably stolen from human campers - Vivian rolls her eyes.

‘Whatever. As long as they stay away from me and my forest, I don’t care.’ The white mare’s eyes gleam in the embers of the fire.

‘Oh trust me…I’ll keep trespassers far away as long as they have trinkets.’ She noses open the bag of marshmallows and helps herself. She looks up at Vivian. ‘Wan’ some?’ She asks, mouth full. Vivian recoils.

‘Ew, those squishy things? Just…clean up before you go, I hate a messy home.’ She retreats, quickly swallowed by the night. The white mare yawns and stretches languidly, putting off cleaning up for tonight. For now she rests with stolen treats in her belly, and the pleasure of knowing stories will be told about glowing eyes in the forest for a long time coming.

[jillybean711]

Username: jillybean711
Is she afraid of ghost stories? No, Teacup is not afraid of ghost stories, and that is something that bothers her. She wants to be scared, to feel artificial fear, so she is a chronic thrill seeker, and tries to get an adrenaline rush when she is able. She also seeks out the best storytellers she can, to find a story that scares her to her core.
What ghost story would she tell, or what story would scare her most? Her favorite story so far is of a multi-headed spindly equid with thin legs like a spider. It's said it mimics the voice of its victims and sings a sonata that would rattle your mind and soul itself. The problem is that you never know it's coming, and when you do, it's too late, and your voice get consumed by it, to be used to lure in more victims.
It's believed the equid was abandoned by its mother when it was a foal for its horrific appearance, and honed its ability to mimic voices, and ate other equids to survive. Teacup thinks it's a silly but entertaining story. How could the story be known if nobody ever escapes? She shakes her head, disappointed.
However, when she was trotting back to her herd late one winter night, she heard somebody sing in the distance. Strange. it must've been one of those birds that mimic voices. But nobody has seen any birds in weeks. All of them had migrated south...

[KittyCatKita]

Username: Nanorat
Is she afraid of ghost stories?: Nope, she doesnt believe in ghosts - she's a skeptical and down-to-earth equid who always tries to discover scientific reasoning behind everything, so she only "likes" ghost stories for one reason - so she can find an explanation to them. But shhh, dont tell anyone!
What ghost story would she tell, or what story would scare her most?: Her favorite story to tell since she was a foal was about the Lake Ghost, a horrible equid that is pale as fog with eyes empty as the void, who lives in the lake nearby and will drag down anyone who comes too close to the water on moonless nights, to run with it in its kelpie herd on the dark bottom of water kingdom. She'd then proudly announce a dare to go to the lake at night, which none of the foals took except her, and they thought she's so brave to go to such haunted place alone. Actually she's uncovered the truth in that story long ago, there is an albino catfish living in that very lake, a rather big fish, though nowhere near big enough to drag even a young foal underwater - buuuut other equids didnt have to know that, so she could enjoy the calm and quiet of serene nighttime swimming with her catfish buddy, who's very happy his lake has such a reputation so it doesnt get many swimmers in it!

Congratulations! This sounds like such a cute little idea for a tricky equid.
I will save a shaded/highlighted version for you!

This was a really hard one to judge, I wish I could have picked everyone to win!

[Nanorat]

OMG whoaaa, thank you so much!! I love her!!

Name: Sabrina