The Stables: Monday at sunset

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

After a day spent in town, getting pats and treats enough to convince him he'd been a Very Good Horse Indeed, Trenor was back in his stall.

Kind of bored and a bit restless.

His feed wasn't very interesting after the Cold Stuff, so he ignored it in favour of hanging his head over the stall door, ears flicking back and forth as he peered around the stable.

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[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Trenor jerked back, hooves scrabbling, but he wasn't fast enough.

When the Glowy Thing touched him he froze, muscles quivering, then relaxed, all fear gone. Rumbling out a loud neigh, he lifted his head up high.

The Glowy Thing was his Master.

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

The Pumpkinhead Horseman mounted his Steed of Evil and rode out into the night, cackling an evil cackle.

The night of the Pumpkinhead Horseman had begun.