Its all dark near the apostles and playground? Its past halloween ..

?

I think everybody's waiting for something to happen, am I right?



~ Kebi

I know this has been asked before, and I feel terrible about asking again. >.< But could someone please cast candles on me? I've been looking around the forest trying to get them naturally, but so far I'm not having any luck, and Halloween is almost over.

I'm a monarch butterfly orca masked stag sitting all by my lonesome on the playgrounds.

I have never seen so many deers online at the same time! 92 deers are now in the forest! That must be a record, for sure?!

Please keep them indoors tonight.

A note from a friend on DeviantArt

Please, for the safety of your pet bring it indoors for this Halloween night.

As the days grew colder and longer, one could see that it was the middle of fall in the Forest. The leaves, though unchanging, appeared brittle. Flowers, though blooming, did not grow any longer. The lake whose water was warm now ran cold. Autum had come to the Forest, and so did its festivities.

Every so often, a large stag would roam the forest. His head had rotted away leaving nothing but bone. His pelt, once a beautiful brown, was now gray. Not lifeless, yet, but no more vibrant than the moss of the Shrine. Parts of his pelt had fallen away and left clotted red patches with bone sticking through. The most prominent, and maybe the scariest part, of his peculiar features, were his large fleshy-red moose-like antlers. A human would guess that his rack was around 8ft long, maybe more. To Aetaine and the other deer however, they just knew they were large, would get plenty of attention from the females (where ever they are), and they prayed to the twin gods that they'd never be turned on them.

Or not, Aetaine, supposed because when Velocity fell into a sleep, wrapped in the warm mist for a blanket, all the deer in the forest would come by, cast magic on him, and become into his image. He could not fathom why. When he asked he was told it was in honor of a holiday most have long forgotten, and he was still no closer to figuring out what THAT meant, so he eventually lost interest and just played along. And then one day Velocity slept close by the playground, his mist suffocating the place... and he saw bright lights, many of them. Intrigued, he came closer and found candles, all lit up and beautiful. He turned his black, masked head to Velocity and smiled. For such a fearsome creature he doesn't leave chaos in his wake. As he stared at the candles, not minding the silence, he began to tire. And when his eyes and legs would no longer support him, he too slept.


Red eyes slowly opened and they saw shadows. It was dark. There were no lights.