Halloween
This Is Halloween
Pet Name: Halloween
Owner: Yaru
Theme / Type: Normal Anya
Born: November 22, 2009
Gender: Female
Collection: 4
Mood: Mad
MisticPal Name: Samhain
MisticPal Age: 5649 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 4 / 5
Strength: 3
Defense: 3
Speed: 3
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 1/353 [ View Books ]
1. Book about Sand
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 21/1155 [ View Foods ]
1. - Blush Pomme
2. - Circus Cola
3. - Circus Corndog
4. - Circus Corndog
5. - Circus Mustard Corndog
6. - Circus Popcorn
7. - Creepy Orange Eyeball
8. - Creepy Yellow Eyeball
9. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
10. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
11. - Licorice Skull Candy
12. - Noir Pomme
13. - Northern Pomme
14. - Phelocan Pomme
15. - Pommekin Cubed
16. - Pyramid Cake
17. - Rotten Circus Burger
18. - Scarab Soup
19. - Scorpion on a Stick
20. - Tarinooki Pomme
21. - Withered Pommekin
2. - Circus Cola
3. - Circus Corndog
4. - Circus Corndog
5. - Circus Mustard Corndog
6. - Circus Popcorn
7. - Creepy Orange Eyeball
8. - Creepy Yellow Eyeball
9. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
10. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
11. - Licorice Skull Candy
12. - Noir Pomme
13. - Northern Pomme
14. - Phelocan Pomme
15. - Pommekin Cubed
16. - Pyramid Cake
17. - Rotten Circus Burger
18. - Scarab Soup
19. - Scorpion on a Stick
20. - Tarinooki Pomme
21. - Withered Pommekin
There was no time like Halloween.
The pumpkins, the sweets, the ticks and the treats.
She loved it all. To the very last toadstool and yowling black cat.
Though that smile. That sassy and all knowing smile. Cheshire grin rarely left her lips, a woman more apt to trick than to treat. Mischievous nature showed in every way the feline moved. Always the one to choose fashion over function, most outfits were far more outlandish than your average mistican would choose. But what did function matter to an immortal? Perhaps it was the commercialism her favored holiday had gained, but this pretty kitty was greedy.
Too greedy.
It was her greed that cursed her. After she had plucked to many treat bags from youngsters, and pulled to many tricks on the unsuspecting, it happened. Fellow immortals were not quite as amused by her antics as she was. She had been warned.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
But did Hallow listen?
Of course not. Why should she? She was Halloween incarnate. She was everything the Holiday was, is, and would be. She was pure chaos and sugar rush.
That's why they had to. They had to break her. To show her how nasty her tricks were. So from then on, any time she donned a costume, her personality changed. For the better? For the worse? You could never tell.
Some say it made her worse. Way worse.
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