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WIP -- I still have to finish the tail!
feel free to mark though... ;)

Happy Halloween! (well, sorta.)
for this contest, do whatever you want! It's sort of like an impress me, just with a few limits. but basically, have fun!
You can have up to 3 pieces of art and 1000 words! Good luck!



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Art/Writing: Up to 3 pieces and 1000 words



Edit: forgot again!! ends November 4th (if you'd like an extension you can ask!!!)

extension: now ends November 11!

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[Guest]

Username: sushinekko
Name: Hermione
Gender: Female
Art/Writing: Up to 3 pieces and 1000 words

Hermione padded through the forest, the leaves crunching under her paws. She slammed open the door of her little cottage, startling her Robin, Red. Her chirped angrily at her. A blast of heat hit her, chasing away the biting cold of Fall. It was Halloween, and there was so much to do!
"Red, what should I do?" Hermione asked Red. This was a useless task, as Red had never been trick-or-treating due to hating the cold. He just chirped hungrily at Hermione, which lit off a light bulb in her head.
"I could make a new kind of candy! The most delicious candy in the world!" She said excitedly. She grabbed her cauldron, and hung it over the fire.
"A little bit of water, sugar, cinnamon... ooh! I was saving this for something special but... this is special!" Hermione zipped from one side of the room to the other, gathering all of the ingredients she needed for the perfect Halloween treat. Soon it would be six o' clock, and the kids would be knocking on her door for candy. She added one last sparkling ingredient and a poof of purple steam hot up from the cauldron. The most delicious smell filled the room, and just as Hermione finished wrapping up the candy, a knock could be heard from her door. She swung it open, the bowl of candy in hand, to see a happy face grinning up at her.
"Trick-or-treat!"


//I'll probably add more

[Sixbane]

Username:Sixbane
Name:Annika
Gender: Female
Art/Writing:
“Witches are naturally nosy”

I should have kept my nose to myself, I shouldn't have gotten involved.

Annika was born a witch, raised a witch, and treated by her family as the next in a long line of practitioners of herbalist and potionmaking with a bang. She never knew there was anything wrong with her tiny mountain village, never saw the village of witchcraft as anything but home, and even though her family warned her a thousand times to stay in the valley, never cross those mountain walls. Well, she didn't listen. Call it naivety, call it being too nosy, too curious for her own good. Whatever you called it, she should have kept her mouth shut. She shouldn't have protected that deer from those rowdy hunters, shouldn't have told them where she came from when they asked. Should have been more suspicious of their traps.
But soon she was caged, caged and brought to their village beyond the valley, trapped, prodded and taunted as they lit their torches, their pitchforks held high. It seemed a dream- rather, a nightmare.

"Witchhunt" They said, hunt down the witches. "Why?" she pleaded. They did nothing wrong.

And so as she feared for her home, restless in her prison she reached out to the children running about outside. Beckoning them over she showed him the tricks she'd learned. Not real magic- she didn't have much in the way of real magic.. but card tricks pulled from her backpack, colorful flash bombs, herbal mixtures with wonderful smells, and soon she was almost smiling through her fears as the children's fear became intrigue, and intrigue became joy. They laughed and joked and played with her 'magical' creations, and by the time the adults had returned, armed to interrogate their prisoner, they were astounded to find their youth mesmerized by the young witch. At first meeting her efforts with anger and threats, but still she persisted. Showing the good of magic, putting on the best show she could muster, one to save her people. Flashes of glimmer, of sparkle and color, jokes and fun that won over even the hardened hunters, despite their suspicions.

It was a slow process, but eventually she became accepted. Released, part of this new outside world. She became a showman, bringing joy wherever she traveled, slowly changing the views people held of witches and magic users around her, and creating a new name for herself as Annika the Amazing; a tacky name- but it was easy for the kids to remember.
Her home was forgotten, distracted as the people were, and her family left unharmed.

But despite it all, she did not forget. She didn't let her guard down, didn't stay oblivious to the suspicious stares, the muttered threats and aggression. She just became cunning. using her tricks to teach a lesson to those who judge a book by its cover. Not with malicious intent, but with the nature of a trickster who has a generous lesson to teach.
[498/1000]

[drift.]

Username: Perfect Drift
Name: Juno
Gender: She-guppy c:
Art/Writing: Juno is a very- umm... Spooky witch? Well, not exactly spooky, just weird. She eats the nastiest stuff from a giant black pot and strange

[zaz]

an extension has been added!

[zaz]

Username:Sixbane
Name:Annika
Gender: Female
Art/Writing:
“Witches are naturally nosy”

I should have kept my nose to myself, I shouldn't have gotten involved.

Annika was born a witch, raised a witch, and treated by her family as the next in a long line of practitioners of herbalist and potionmaking with a bang. She never knew there was anything wrong with her tiny mountain village, never saw the village of witchcraft as anything but home, and even though her family warned her a thousand times to stay in the valley, never cross those mountain walls. Well, she didn't listen. Call it naivety, call it being too nosy, too curious for her own good. Whatever you called it, she should have kept her mouth shut. She shouldn't have protected that deer from those rowdy hunters, shouldn't have told them where she came from when they asked. Should have been more suspicious of their traps.
But soon she was caged, caged and brought to their village beyond the valley, trapped, prodded and taunted as they lit their torches, their pitchforks held high. It seemed a dream- rather, a nightmare.

"Witchhunt" They said, hunt down the witches. "Why?" she pleaded. They did nothing wrong.

And so as she feared for her home, restless in her prison she reached out to the children running about outside. Beckoning them over she showed him the tricks she'd learned. Not real magic- she didn't have much in the way of real magic.. but card tricks pulled from her backpack, colorful flash bombs, herbal mixtures with wonderful smells, and soon she was almost smiling through her fears as the children's fear became intrigue, and intrigue became joy. They laughed and joked and played with her 'magical' creations, and by the time the adults had returned, armed to interrogate their prisoner, they were astounded to find their youth mesmerized by the young witch. At first meeting her efforts with anger and threats, but still she persisted. Showing the good of magic, putting on the best show she could muster, one to save her people. Flashes of glimmer, of sparkle and color, jokes and fun that won over even the hardened hunters, despite their suspicions.

It was a slow process, but eventually she became accepted. Released, part of this new outside world. She became a showman, bringing joy wherever she traveled, slowly changing the views people held of witches and magic users around her, and creating a new name for herself as Annika the Amazing; a tacky name- but it was easy for the kids to remember.
Her home was forgotten, distracted as the people were, and her family left unharmed.

But despite it all, she did not forget. She didn't let her guard down, didn't stay oblivious to the suspicious stares, the muttered threats and aggression. She just became cunning. using her tricks to teach a lesson to those who judge a book by its cover. Not with malicious intent, but with the nature of a trickster who has a generous lesson to teach.
[498/1000]

winner! this was very well written. :)