[ty_tay]

This handsome stallion is dressed up as a deamon for halloween. To win him write a short story about him in his costume!

Note: Stories can be based as him in costume or as him as an actual demon.

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 [b]Username:[/b]
[b]Show Name:[/b]
[b]Barn Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] Mare
[b]Breed:[/b] North Swedish Horse
[b]Height:[/b] 15.0 hands
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Colour:[/b] Blood bay
[b]Markings:[/b] N/A
[b]Genes:[/b] Ee/A+A
[b]Story:[/b]

[teresa8oats]

Username: teresa8oats
Show Name: Raven of the Dark
Barn Name: Merle
Gender: Mare
Breed: North Swedish Horse
Height: 15.0 hands
Age: 9
Colour: Blood bay
Markings: N/A
Genes: Ee/A+A
Story: Ok... lets get this started

[randompersonH2O]

Username: randompersonH2O
Show Name: The Red Devil
Barn Name: Rouge
Gender: Stallion
Breed: North Swedish Horse
Height: 15.0 hands
Age: 5
Colour: Blood bay
Markings: N/A
Genes: Ee/A+A
Story: Rouge had never been one to wear scary costumes for Halloween; his owner didn't like them, and neither did he. He'd been an Indian horse, a chef, and so many other things that her owner had cooed over, but never anything that had sent chills down the spines of any humans or horses. His friends, who were always covered in fake blood and gore come the holiday, had always asked him why. He never wanted to admit the true answer, though: he didn't like scary things. You would think that the other stallions would figure it out once he started skipping the horror movies before their owners gave them their treats, but they never had. This year, though, would be different. This year, he was going to get over his fear of the scary side of Halloween.
It all started with the costume; a demon mask, which looked more like a cow's head skeleton to him than anything else. It went perfectly with his red coat though, and it worked so well that even the barn cats steered clear of him that day. Rouge avoided looking at himself in the mirror for fear of spooking himself, but it was clear to him that it fit perfectly. He could see well, and the mask wasn't crushing any parts of his face. Since there were no other elements to his costume, there was no turning back; he was going to prove to his friends that he could be scary, and hopefully none of them would disagree.
He made his way out to the pasture at a smooth trot, the mask never shifting on his face as he moved. His owner must have had it made for him, for he had never heard of something like this happening with any of his friends' costumes before. He stopped thinking about the mask, though, as he approached the hill where the rest of his friends would be waiting. This was the moment he had been worried about for weeks now, but he wasn't going to let it worry him any longer. He had found the drive to put on the costume, so now he needed to show it to someone.
Rouge couldn't help but be confused when the herd of horses fell silent at his approach. Usually, he was greeted warmly by the group and complimented on his costume as he searched around for his friends. Today, though, all eyes were on him, and he could see the whites of most of the eyes he had looked at.
Everyone panicked as he took another step forward, frightened whinnies echoing throughout the pasture as some started running. Was there something wrong with his costume? It was just a mask, and he didn't think it was that ugly when he had seen it...
"Hey, it's just me! Don't be scared!" he cried, hooves pounding on the dry grass as he moved after everyone. A few of them stopped, though, when they recognized his voice.
"Rouge, that's you? I never would have thought!" one of his friends replied, trotting back over now that it was clear that there was no danger. The incident was quickly cleared up with the rest of the herd, and the festivities resumed without issue. He got quite a few compliments for his supposedly terrifying costume, though he thought that they were all joking. His friends had dressed in costumes ten times scarier than his mask, after all, and no one had run from them.
All of that aside, it was the most fun he'd ever had on Halloween in his life. He even got an extra treat for looking super scary, and stayed for the horror movie! He was exhausted by the time he trotted back to his stall, but he couldn't have asked for anything better. The one thing that ruined the night: he couldn't get the mask off.

[Kiwilady]

Username: Kiwilady

Show Name: Ancient Blood Bath
Barn Name: Caliban
Gender: Stallion
Breed: North Swedish Horse
Height: 15.0 hands
Age: Around 6 ish (we dont really know for sure)
Colour: Blood bay
Markings: N/A
Genes: Ee/A+A

Story:
He was always called the demon, even from a young age. The children around the stable would barely come near him even though he was such a little and sweet foal. Caliban was so confused, all the little foal wanted to do was play! He didn't know why no one would come near him, even his own mother seemed constantly on edge. Caliban grew up to be a yearling and was soon separated from his mother. He was place with a heard of other yearling horses in a huge variety of colors. He ran up to them excited to finally have someone he could play with, but they all ran away from him. At this he became angry and stamped his hoofs on the ground. This did nothing to help his cause as it just scared the other yearlings even more! Caliban quickly became conflicted and decided to hole himself up in the corner of the paddock, he simply did not understand these horses and children. He became so sick with self hate, blaming himself for every little thing that goes wrong in his life that by the age of three he had become the demon everyone had thought he was. He threatened the other horses and all the people that came within his site range. One day a stable hand attempted to try and catch Caliban and bring him inside. Caliban struggled so much against this poor boy that he had to let go, an Caliban quickly fled the property. The only thought going through his head was that he wasn't leaving anything her cared about behind, they all hated him anyways. He ran into the fields surrounding his first 'home' and wallowed in his depressive state, wandering around with no real purpose until he came across a herd of wild sheep. Unable to contain his rage at this point and insisting to himself that everyone and everything was just out to hurt him as the other horses had done he stared nipping at the backs of these poor sheep. Eventually the head ram decided enough was enough and challenged Caliban to a battle. As one might expect Caliban was ready and rearing to go, and smashed his heavy hooves down on this Rams back, instantly killing him. The herd of sheep scattered as a Wolverine (Swedish scavenger) approached the circus of the ram that Caliban had just killed. Caliban got such a fright from the aggressive little creature that he started and ran to take cover by a nearby tree. The wolverine devoured all of the ram right down to the bone, all that was left was its skeleton. This was Caliban's first taste of the real world around him. From there on in he carried the Rams head as a symbol of what he meant to the world. He roamed that mountain for about 2-3 years living off the land until finally after many failed attempts to capture this daemon horse, the government decided that he was destroying the land and that they wanted him gone, he was scaring people off their national park. They out out a capture prize and after many months a young horse trainer was able to capture this elusive horse. This young horse trainer was in fact me, and from here on in we have been desperately trying to win Caliban's trust back and show him he can be whoever he wants to be without fear, which is a long process but it started with a single step.

[ty_tay]

Username: randompersonH2O
Show Name: The Red Devil
Barn Name: Rouge
Gender: Stallion
Breed: North Swedish Horse
Height: 15.0 hands
Age: 5
Colour: Blood bay
Markings: N/A
Genes: Ee/A+A
Story: Rouge had never been one to wear scary costumes for Halloween; his owner didn't like them, and neither did he. He'd been an Indian horse, a chef, and so many other things that her owner had cooed over, but never anything that had sent chills down the spines of any humans or horses. His friends, who were always covered in fake blood and gore come the holiday, had always asked him why. He never wanted to admit the true answer, though: he didn't like scary things. You would think that the other stallions would figure it out once he started skipping the horror movies before their owners gave them their treats, but they never had. This year, though, would be different. This year, he was going to get over his fear of the scary side of Halloween.
It all started with the costume; a demon mask, which looked more like a cow's head skeleton to him than anything else. It went perfectly with his red coat though, and it worked so well that even the barn cats steered clear of him that day. Rouge avoided looking at himself in the mirror for fear of spooking himself, but it was clear to him that it fit perfectly. He could see well, and the mask wasn't crushing any parts of his face. Since there were no other elements to his costume, there was no turning back; he was going to prove to his friends that he could be scary, and hopefully none of them would disagree.
He made his way out to the pasture at a smooth trot, the mask never shifting on his face as he moved. His owner must have had it made for him, for he had never heard of something like this happening with any of his friends' costumes before. He stopped thinking about the mask, though, as he approached the hill where the rest of his friends would be waiting. This was the moment he had been worried about for weeks now, but he wasn't going to let it worry him any longer. He had found the drive to put on the costume, so now he needed to show it to someone.
Rouge couldn't help but be confused when the herd of horses fell silent at his approach. Usually, he was greeted warmly by the group and complimented on his costume as he searched around for his friends. Today, though, all eyes were on him, and he could see the whites of most of the eyes he had looked at.
Everyone panicked as he took another step forward, frightened whinnies echoing throughout the pasture as some started running. Was there something wrong with his costume? It was just a mask, and he didn't think it was that ugly when he had seen it...
"Hey, it's just me! Don't be scared!" he cried, hooves pounding on the dry grass as he moved after everyone. A few of them stopped, though, when they recognized his voice.
"Rouge, that's you? I never would have thought!" one of his friends replied, trotting back over now that it was clear that there was no danger. The incident was quickly cleared up with the rest of the herd, and the festivities resumed without issue. He got quite a few compliments for his supposedly terrifying costume, though he thought that they were all joking. His friends had dressed in costumes ten times scarier than his mask, after all, and no one had run from them.
All of that aside, it was the most fun he'd ever had on Halloween in his life. He even got an extra treat for looking super scary, and stayed for the horror movie! He was exhausted by the time he trotted back to his stall, but he couldn't have asked for anything better. The one thing that ruined the night: he couldn't get the mask off.

Congrats

(Just going through and finding any old horses Ive happened to miss)

[randompersonH2O]

Thank you so much, Ty!