[grifforik]

Annnd mine, sorry its late just got home!

****The teeth are markings not a trait or actual teeth ^^"

Username: true knight
Name: Qarina
Gender: Female
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Owned as of: 11/29/30

Rules:
1. Fill out the form.
2. Tell me a Halloween tale!
3. You can add whatever extras you want.
4. Halloween story must be over 100 words and under 1k words.
5. Have fun!
6. NO offsite forms, or off topic forms.
7. The things posted in the form MUST be filled out, other than that you have free rein to do whatever else you want. I'm looking for EFFORT and creativity.
8. *the Halloween story can only be up to 1k words, don't add to it, however you can come up with and make any other stories you want this one is, however, required.

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End date:
11/13/17

Mutations:
Monster horns - Event rare
3 eyes - Event roaming

[Rescue2001]

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Name: haunted
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[Vluwu]

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Name: Caver
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[Macyduke]

Volgavias
Username: Macyduke
Name: Isaak
Gender: Male
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Personality:
Isaak is the type of guy who will always show you how he feels through his actions rather than his words, and will always act based on how he feels. Because of this, he is known to be rather rash and impulsive, eighty percent of his impulse control is divided among those he cares about. He is a very passionate and romantic guy who believes in love at first sight and that spending time with someone is the best way to win affection. Most who know him find him incredibly predictable as well as easy to read, being that he keeps his heart on his sleeve and does very little to keep his emotions in check. That being said, his emotions don't often spiral out of control and are most often accompanied by a strange sense of calm. This can be off putting at times for others, especially in a time of hysteria, but this is mostly due to the fact that he's already died once and is confident that he is unable to do so again. Once he gets an idea in his head, it can be either very heard to change his mind or incredibly simple, because there is no in-between with him. Praise goes a long way with him, especially since he's got incredibly poor self-esteem. He'll pretty much accept praise on anything except when it comes to his writing. He is adamant when it comes to avoiding reading or writing anything down, and will darn near throw a fit if you repeatedly ask him to do so, due to how difficult it is for him to understand written words and write legibly. So if complemented on either he'll either tare whatever he's writing to pieces or throw what he's reading across the room. Cause if there's anything he despises more than reading or writing, it's being complimented on them. Well that and viscets who write contracts with loopholes and don't explain everything. (326)
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Halloween tale:

The Summoning

Cets featured
Runic, Aria, [url=Jackie]http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=53&t=3377076&p=107216990&hilit=Ru#p107216990[/url], Rick, Oren, and Nellie

Isaak rubbed his eyes wearily as he made his way down a dimly lit road. He'd be surprised if anyone looking for candy came this way, at least now that the sun had been down for a little more than a couple hours. He wasn't sure whether or not he should be surprised by the night's hall of cet's he'd taken to Attusix. Sure the majority of them probably weren't necessary, who was he to let any kind of death related to occult activity go to waste on a night like this? The large cet yawned, his eyes scanned the road ahead before settling on park bench a ways down the road. Maybe it's time I called it a night. he thought as he started towards it. [i]It's not ideal but-[i] His thoughts were cut short by a group of viscets sitting in a circle around him, suddenly appeared. His eyes scanned over his new surroundings, a bed, a rug, and a pair of windows, before settling on the cet he was facing, who was rubbing their eyes frantically. A tired laugh escaped in an exhale through his snout. He'd almost forgotten about the light that blinded those who summoned him when he appeared. He raised an eyebrow at the cet before him, stifling a yawn, as if to inquire their reason for calling him here. He wasn't the kind of guy most called when in need of a favor, which was mostly due to the fact that a 'how to' on summoning him wasn't readily available, and that he was really more of reaper than a demon.
"You look like crap" He heard a faintly familiar voice sneer. Not wanting to turn his back to the cet who'd summoned him, Isaak glanced over his shoulder to see a small spirit standing near the door. He wasn't sure he was surprised, at being abducted at this hour, sure, he was surprised, by Runic? Well who else would know how to? The larger rolled his eyes, wondering how the other had even gotten that information. Before he could ponder it further a loud thunk fallowed by a pair of loud screams caught his attention. His eyes flickered from the small cet behind him, a child with grey swirls running through her snowy white coat, to the small brown viscet to his right. He jumped at their shrieks, his eyes still darting from one pair of frightened eyes to the other. He watched as the pair jumped to their feet and bolted towards the door. "He's harmless." He heard Runic say, though he wasn't sure to who he said it, being that neither took any notice of the Norse ghost. He glanced to the right of him only to find that the brown cet next to him was lying motionless on the floor, before looking forward again. The viscet before him was white with a black splotch which stretched from his shoulders to the base of his tail, red and blue markings stretched from his neck to his cheeks and covered his legs and arms. The stranger's ears were pulled back, his pupils pin pricks, his expression reeked of fear. The red eye'd cet gestured towards the unconscious viscet next to Isaak before finding the words to speak.
"Do you- do you need a vessel?" He asked. Isaak shook his head, his gaze now resting somewhat steadily on the other's red eyes. His ears perked as the door on the end of the house slammed shut.
"Rick what the hell did you do?" Isaak's ears perked at the sound of the unknown male's yell.
"So um reaper hu?" The other said, regaining the red cet's attention. Isaak narrowed his eyes and tilted his head with a nod. "Fun job?" Runic snorted at the other cet's question.
"Is that the best you can do?" The purple spirit taunted. Isaak's snout wrinkled, his eyes shut tightly as he tried to stifle a yawn. Unable to hold it back, he uncrossed his arms covered his mouth with his paw as majority of his teeth became visible. He opened his eyes to find the black and white cet on their feet, new found confidence radiating off of them.
"Tired? I'd be suprsied if you weren't, work'en for the big guy in they sky, and pumping iron all day." The white cet squeezed Isaak's arm and narrowed their eyes at him. "Sheesh do you ever leave the gym?" He continued. "With your looks, I doubt you get much sleep, with the ladies keeping you up all night. Right? Right?" The smaller said nudging his arm with their elbow. Isaak gave him a questioning look, obviously confused by his choice in question and state of mind. "I'll tell you what, I'll fend them off for you just for tonight so that you can get a good night's sleep. Ya?" Said other pointing him towards the bed. Although he didn't agree or really understand where the white cet's nonsense was coming from, he took him up on his offer by trudging towards it. "Don't worry about a thing there bud, good old Ricky will keep you safe." Said the smaller dragging the unconscious viscet out of the room. "Sleep well!" He whispered, shutting the door to the room behind him. Ignoring Runic's presence, Izaak pulled back the coveres and crawled in. He bent his legs slightly as he pulled the blankets over him, so that his feet wouldn't hang off the mattress. His head hit the pillow and in an instant he was out, completely oblivious to conversation happening down the hall and in the living room. Where the head of the household along with the brown viscetling's father had been pulled away from repairing Rick, the brown viscetling and her father's ride home, to give Rick an ear full as well as deal with the unexpected situation.

(980/1000)

Likes:
Physical activities
Hand to hand combat
Kid games
Eating out
Going down hill
Wind running through his mane
Woodcarving (he can make bears, hippos… anything with four legs really- except giraffes (he always ends up accidentally breaking the neck))

Dislikes:
Sitting anywhere for too long on his own,
Drawing
TV
Speaking
Large groups
Complicated sports
Things that mess with his vision


Childhood:
Isaak was born in Russia, where his father worked as a company spokesman, and lived there until he six years old. From what he was told, his mother was a very hot headed woman who passed away two years after he was born. Isaak doesn't know much more about her than that due to the reaction he'd get from his father whenever he asked about her. The biggest reason for moving to the United States was a deal his father had made with the local mob going sour. In said deal, his father was supposed to push his company into selling the docks they owned, in exchange for an expensive car and help scaring off the buyers for a larger house he was planning to buy. When he didn't hold up his end of the bargain, they threatened to kill Isaak. To get around this his father hired bodyguards which ended up being ineffective in preventing his kidnapping. He was told to get his company to sell the docs they used daily or they'd start sending Isaak home in pieces. With that in mind his father finally managed to pursued the company he worked for to sell the docks. Having missed the first deadline but fulfilled his promise, the mob retuned Isaak to the spokesman with stitches on his neck. A trip to the emergency room confirmed what would have been his father's worse fear had it happened to him, Isaak was now a mute. While in recovery, his father payed a tutor to teach them how to understand one another with sign language. About a year later his father transferred to the U.S. and got him several tutors to help him learn to read, write, and understand english- which in Isaak's opinion, was the most excruciating experience he's ever had.

Atrusix:
Isaak can't quite remember much of what he did before he died, but after he did he was taken to Atrusix by pink viscet covered with marks that resemble lightning, and a bone shell- which he later learned was named Kura. There he met the overlord of Atrusix and pleaded with him, despite his surprise at what he would have sounded like had he not lost the ability to speak when he was six, to return to the mortal world. He's not sure whether or not it was pity or the need for another servant that persuaded him to make a deal with Isaak, but is glad regardless. After striking a deal with the overlord, Isaak became the second guardian of Atrusix. Tasked with defending Atrisix, the final resting place for banished souls, tracking down those who've somehow managed to avoid it in the mortal realm and banishing souls there himself, being that the overlord feeds off corrupted who come from the mortal world he is unable to travel to. Although he's not entirely thrilled to call such a place home, he is rather fond of the surplus of strength he was given to fulfill such a task, and the perks that come from spending a quiet a bit of the time he works in the realm of the living. In time he hopes to be given more than just a few weeks at a time without having to return to Atrusix, as being away from the resting place of corrupted souls, is actually quite tiring for him.

Kura, the overlord, and Atrusix belong to Abeardeddragon

[Mimu]

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[TinyDragonz]

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Name: Casper merly
Gender: male
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Personality:
Casper and Oliver are co business owners fora small law firm in the big city. Casper is the brains of the operation while Oliver is always on the floor. He has always been really anxious when he is presenting his case because of the unusual appearance and the terrifying horns coming out of his body. But if it requires it to win he will always assist his best friend,wanting nothing but earn the respect of Mr Oliver.
When he isn't working in the law firm he is pretty much a shut in, always staying in his house, too afraid of the staring and muttering the local townsfolk give him. If he had the choice he would stay alone in his small little cabin surrounded by mystery novels and romantic novels (he is a secret hopeless romantic).

When he was a small kid he was constantly bullied for the random spikes that grew out of his body.The mothers would always discourage that they stay away from Casper. He had always felt ashamed and that he was cured,thus he is very paranoid and superstitious. If you were to walk pass Casper on the street, if you were lucky enough, you would always see him carrying around his lucky horseshoe.

Mr Merly fears many things but the one thing he fears most is rejection among rejects.It usually tends to be fear of disappointing Oliver but many viscets with overly abnormal features tend to be rejected in society and he had grown rather attached to that community. He has a bias towards people like himself in court but one day he fears it will backfire on him. The fear of making a terrible mistake in court prevents him from presenting his cases in court which he resents Oliver to a point because he wishes he was braver like his best friend.He want's to be well known like Oliver but he knows that it's a team effort,without him Oliver wouldn't succeed and without Oliver his voice wouldn't be heard.

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Story about Halloween:
Casper sat at the work bench from the light of a small worn out candle. The small viscet was just finishing the last of the pile up paper work from there last 'tailmouth vs the bakery' case' where a particularly rowdy tail had devoured a try of cupcakes. These types of cases were always his favorite. Not necessarily the most serious cases but it always pulled off the best reactions, especially with his partner Oliver.

It was Halloween night and he had already gotten up probably a million times to greet the small vicslings dressed up as ghoulish creatures and not so scary monsters. He had enjoyed some of the small kiddo's but only because the thought his face was part of a costume. He knew that they were children and children don't know better,still it kinda hurt that the only day of the year that he could feel normal was Halloween.

Casper dipped his quill into the ink well slowly until the small little tinks of what sounded like paws against the cement filled his ears.The horned face viscet checked his pocket watch.11:30,a little late for trick or treaters. He slowly got up from his comfy seat and grabbed the bowl of small taffy's. With little to no hesitation Casper opened the door for the expected child but was greeted muzzle to muzzle with a four eyed creature.

"Oliver what are you doing out so late" he set the bowl to the side and looked up and down at his partner. Unlike the elegant and clean look that the viscet usually sprouted out,he was dressed in a black cloak. His claws clenched into a ball."Oliver..what do you need..?" he said, coming closer to Oliver.As he crept ever closer to his friend a soft deep rumble came from him.

"Mr Merly" his voice was cold and empty of any feeling.

Oliver's height had never been a problem for him.But at this very moment his towering figure was apparent to the world.

"Oliver...do you wish to come in" he tried to clear his throat of nervousness but it got caught in his throat. The lawyer by day came into his office, but the expression he gave off made it seem like he had never stepped foot into this place to begin with. He looked at Casper's work place, fingers delicately wandering by the flickering flame. He could only see as Oliver snuffed out the little light that separated you and what was the shell of his friend. This wasn't his friend. No something had crawled into the skin of Oliver and replaced him.

"So...are you here to pick up paperwork...seems pretty late yes?"

No response. Instead he grabbed the unlit candle and dropped it to the ground. "why am I here Mr Merly?" he looks directly into Casper eyes. His red rust eye's making Casper's blood run cold with fear. "I do not,you lost your head Oliver"

And he laughs. He laughs and laughs until it is the only thing filling the empty space is a shrill piercing shrill of the doppelganger speech. With the quickness of a shadow he flung towards Casper. His claws bearing for his chest. Casper nearly double over in fear if he wasn't near a bookshelf. The shadow ran into wall,a array of law books slamming to the floor. Oliver body had seemingly dissipated with the charade. Without hesitation Casper grabbed one of the books,horns scarping across the floor as he backed away.


Oliver fixed his suit happily,his books neatly tucked under his arms.Another day of mind numbing paperwork.As he reached for his keys his mouth dropped.The door hung off the frame. The window broken,books strewn into the awaking street.No sign of Mr Merly.


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[~Teya~]

Ahh pretty bab<3

[Caeleesi]

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Caeleesi

Name:
Vyx

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Female

Personality: (300 or more)
[Troublemaker] Vyx likes to get in trouble. Although she's rarely found out because she seems so sweet to everyone, she'll go around and cause havoc without blinking an eye before happily returning home, waiting for the chaos to be put into play by whatever poor viscet happens to stumble upon it.

[Sweet Tooth] Vyx absolutely loves candy, and really anything sweet. The only way she'll drink coffee or tea is with a bunch of sugar and milk in it, and she'll raid the cupboards to gather a hoard of junk food whenever she runs out of her stash.

[Couch Potato] Usually found laying on the couch, Vyx is extremely lazy. In fact, the only things she'll willingly get up to do is pull pranks on people, start trouble, or get some food because she's run out. Apart from trouble, the only thing she'll do is go for a walk in nature, especially around mountain areas. She loves to go sightsee at mountains and waterfalls.

[Perfectionist] That's right, Vyx might as well have OCD. She's very picky with where things are in her home and is constantly moving them around, keeping the place as neat and tidy as she can, only letting it get dirty while she's watching a tv show or binging on movies with her stash of junk food, but even then she tries to keep the junk stash sort of neat and tidy.

[Cheeky] Vyx almost always has a smile on her face. She's a very happy viscet and along with her happiness comes her cheekiness. Being cheeky is her childish side, always sort of annoying other viscets when she gets too much to handle.

[Prankster] Now this is a big one. Vyx loves to prank people- This doesn't mean she's good at it, but she has yet to fail at setting one up. It doesn't matter how small the prank may be, if she hears about it there's a pretty high chance that she'll try to set it up and prank someone. She does her best to prank someone different every time, feeling like pranking only one person all the time is kind of boring.
[358 Words]

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Story about Halloween: (over 100, under 1k)
On the night of Halloween, October the 31st, Vyx was nowhere to be seen.
Well, actually she had been asked to help out around the haunted house, so she had agreed, and was currently busy setting up. Unfortunately, though, that meant she couldn't go trick or treating, so she had asked her friends to go around and get some for her as well.
However, unknown to the owners of the haunted house, Vyx wasn't getting the stuff she was supposed to be ready. Instead, she was lining most doors with a bucket of slime, thick green stuff that stuck to you like glue, or making the door handles electrocute you lightly. In other areas she was rigging the jump scares with a sort of spray can that would spit water at you if the jumpscare was triggered, and on top of that she set up a few minor jumpscares of her own that were sensor operated.
At the end of the Haunted House, she had set up a big sort of "prank", which was a tub full of foam (like shaving cream) that she had coloured red, and stuff fake spiders into. She couldn't wait to hear the shrieks that her traps would provide, a grin upon her face as she retreated to where she was supposed to be stationed, dressed in a ghoulish outfit, her eyes gleaming in the minimal light. She was supposed to scare people by running after them and pressing a button that would make the room shake as the speakers played back ominous sounds.
As the night finally arrived, so did the people. They lined up in front of the haunted house and were let in in groups of five, so it wouldn't be too cramped but they could get multiple people through. Vyx did her job splendidly, scaring every citizen that dared arrive in her room. The grin still plastered on her face, she sort of looked like a maniac. She knew they were about to start. The screams, that is. As they rang through the house she started laughing, imagining their faces after being smothered in slime, or foam or electrocuted by a door handle. It was all a big game to her, and she loved every second of it.
After the haunted house was finished and the day was breaking, Vyx went and cleaned up all her pranks, satisfied with the results and carefully avoiding the remaining slime and foam on the floor, a torch in her hand to light the way. She exited out the back and set down all the equipment she had brought, cleaning them out and signalling goodbye to everyone that had also been in the haunted house working, noticing with a smug smile that some of them had a little bit of slime remaining on their outfits as she started her trudge home, eager to delve into the candy her friends had left for her and then go straight to sleep.
[494 Words]

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