Twilight Poisoned Youth
Falling for forever, wonderfully wandering alone
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I’d like to believe in all the possibilities
Username: OvercastKid
Show Name: Twilight Poisoned Youth
Barn Name: Nightshade
Gender: Stallion
Halter Color: Black with Fall Out Boy logo
Age: 8
Height: 15hh
Color: Silver Black Frame Overo
c’mon, with everything falling down around me
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If I should die tonight May I first just say I’m sorry
Personality:
Nightshade is very quiet and mysterious. He usually sticks to the sidelines of everything. Nightshade isn't very trusting and once you do get his trust, he will never leave your side. He is loyal and chivalrous but around a certain time of the year, namely Halloween, is when Nightshade literally becomes a demon. He loves to scare people and generally is aggressive, nobody knows what causes this behaviour, maybe we'll never know! Apart from literally being possessed by the devil on Halloween, Nightshade has some weird habits, these habits ranging from escaping the stable at night just so he can gawp at the beautiful moon as it brings the endless night littered with golden stars to muttering strange nothings while facing the corner of his stall.
Positives:
Loyal
Persevering
Determined
Quiet
Negatives:
Mysterious
Untrusting
Cold at first
Destructive
I am a man of many hats although I
Never mastered anythingTry not to mistake what you have with what you hate
Likes:
His friends.
Music.
Serenity.
Peacefulness.
Dislikes:
Loud noises.
Bullies.
Irritating Horses.
Name Meaning: Poisoned Youth is a song lyric in Centuries by Fall Out Boy. Also, Fall Out Boy's fan are called various names including Poisoned Youth. To keep with the theme of Poison, Nightshade is a poisonous berry.
Why I Chose It: This beautiful horse deserves a beautiful but mysterious name to suit his handsome features. I love this horse so much and I have been reserving this name for a while for just the right one.
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Celebrate the night. It’s the fall before the climbA Story: The clock struck midnight. The dark stallion calmly let himself out of the barn. Nightshade delicately pranced through the forest until he was in the town. Every Halloween he would patrol the streets. Scaring the kids back into their beds, for he was the real nightmare. The wind rustled the leaves in his wake, as if they were uncomfortable in his shadowy presence. His hooves chimed on the silent night. The autumn moon illuminated his silvery white mane. It flew in the wind, wildly. He shook his white mane and it glinted in the moonlight. He then took off at a tolt. Exaggerated and proud, this was when Nightshade felt most alive. This was his domain, his time to shine. He stopped abruptly and let a ringing neigh, one that froze fear in so many hearts. Nobody knew who this demon was or what he was. Not even his owner. He was known as The Nightmare. He'd never been seen or caught on video. Nobody dared look. He pawed at the ground and dropped his head. He lipped up some sweets. As Nightshade crunched thoughtfully on the sweets, he wondered how she would trick the people of this sleepy town this year. The shadowed stallion licked his lips and a malevolent gleam came to his eyes. He grunted satisfied. This year he was going to cause absolute destruction. He reared and let out an ear piercing shriek. He fed on the fear of the towns people as they quaked in their beds. Then he took off once more. Nightshade ran through a garden, he ripped up everything: The fence, the grass, the plants and the statues. Even the usually annoying dogs were too scared to bark. He then proceeded to kick in the doors. The stallion ploughed through the next fence for this one he dug holes everywhere and smashed all the garden gnomes. He found some red paint and kicked it into the window leaving a crimson splash running down the windows. He snorted, satisfied with his work. A few more houses late of destruction, he moved onto the town hall. Whooo, he had a good one for this! The shadow broke down the doors and then he ran in. Nightshade ravaged the inside, he brought down displays, broke special trophies, hid medals. He ripped down photos and artwork by the primary school children. He trod the red paint, which was still on her back hooves, all over the place. The stallion, after a violent outbreak of smashing a stage, then went to the toilets. He twisted all the taps on with his mouth. Then he calmly trotted out. The sun started to break through the darkness. The moon started to sink. He set off at a canter. Nightshade skidded in the stable yard, he made sure to wash the paint off of himself in a nearby pond, he let herself back in his stable and laid down as if he had been there all along...
The stallion opened his eyes. The sun had almost finished it's daily descent. Pleasure shone in Nightshade's eyes.
Finally. He sighed peacefully. Most of the other horses had gone to sleep and the rest were just drifting off. A few restless shuffles in the straw could be heard and then sighs as the others' breathing settled into a steady pace. It was a full moon tonight, this was a special night for him. He was born under a full honey moon. His first memories were looking at the golden light pierce the darkness and feeling transfixed. Nightshade sighed happily at the memory. The skeletal stallion popped his unusually marked head over the door, all was calm. The horses were long gone into a deep sleep. He fiddled with his bolt quietly and slid it open. Nightshade gently pushed the door back, careful not to wake the others. The silver black horse slowly crept out of the barn. His sensitive ears swivelled trying to detect any sound. Nothing. A satisfied grin rose to the skeletal lips. He reached the barn door and slid it open slowly. The owner didn't lock the barn doors because the lead horses could sort out any imposters in a second. Nightshade was thankful. The crisp night air hit him. It wasn't too cold. A gentle warm-ish breeze ruffled his silver mane as it glinted under the moon. He slid the door close. He took a quick intake of breath as the gentle wind engulfed him. He closed his eyes and reflected on some things. Then Nightshade exhaled and his eyes flew open. He headed through to the forest in a collected canter, following the delicate silver path delivered by the moon, he came to a clearing and raised his head looking at the big full moon. It lit his eyes with an eerie and mysterious glint. He sighed as the moonlight enchanted his coat and lit up his unusual markings. Thousands of tiny bullets lit up the sky. The stars topped off this beautiful night. He lowered his head and lapped up water from a silvery stream. It was cool and refreshing. The icy water rejuvenated him and completed that beautiful night under the stars.
A 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 his task
Dominating the hallowed town
The nightmare, shrouded in his deathly gown
The wind rushes past the dark figure
He throws his head to the moon, his trigger
of making his appearance on Halloween night
A Halloween trick, one with bite.
History:Nightshade was born under a rare honey moon (
see here) while his mother was turned out one night. Her owners knew she was pregnant but not the stallion. They suspected 'The Nightmare' a dark stallion thought to be only of myths. Her owners were very superstitious and it was a dark foggy night when she was suspected to be covered. Only time would tell for the sire. When Nightshade was born under that moon, that confirmed it to the owners. All of the Nightmare's progeny were born under a full moon but his heirs were born under special moons. All of his heirs were to take Night in their title somewhere. So when the owners saw the silhouette of the mare and a newborn foal under the gleaming light their hearts sank. Nightmare progeny were bad news. Bad luck. They headed out to see the foal and saw his markings, he was named Nightshade by the wife of the owner who fell in love with him instantly but she knew he had to be sold due to the bad luck that could bestow on them, the owner didn't like him full stop. The next day Nightshade was sold on. He passed many different owners until he had had enough. He escaped on foggy night and wandered through the forests until he came to the city. The city that never slept. Nobody dared try to capture the Nightmare horse. Nightshade had a built up rage and hate and would snap at any moment. His ears were flat back and his face tight, nobody came near. He wandered on until he came to a huge barn and decided this would be his residence. The barn was The Twilight Circus Equestrian Centre.
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Shall we sing, shall we sing, 'til the morning
About Nightshade:
Theme Songs: C'mon Centuries
Worst Nightmare: Once he dies, then it will just be eternal darkness, he will be alone and be forgotten about. Just an unknown memory.
Best Dream: He was in the forest in the dead of night and thousands of colourful little lights lit it up and it was bright and beautiful.
Special Place: The forest bordering the Twilight Circus.
Favourite Month: October, home to Halloween, his 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!
It’s getting late and I, cannot seem to find my way home tonight.
Yes, some of these stories are recycled but swapped around to fit, I hope this doesn't lessen my chances. All writing pieces are by me originally. 
by hiraeth + hound » Fri Jun 05, 2015 12:05 pm 
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