Information
Halloweening
Legacy Name: Halloweening
The
Nightmare CelinoxOwner:
MewWolfAge: 16 years, 5 months, 2 weeks
Born: November 13th, 2007
Adopted: 12 years, 5 months, 3 days ago
Adopted: November 29th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 46
- Strength: 15
- Defense: 13
- Speed: 13
- Health: 15
- HP: 15/15
- Intelligence: 4
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Manure Processor
thanks to User not found: acidicnightmares for letting me adopt
Boys and girls of every age....
...wouldn't you like to see something strange?
>You arrived in a clearing, a regular old clearing with doors painted on each tree. Each picture a shortcut to a celebration for all. Looking past the door with a orange carved jack-ol-launtern, you walk. Day begins to fade behind you, as the hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand. Your heart begins to pound, almost out of your chest. Your afraid, but also excited. This is your favorite time of year.
>Dark towering houses, overlook this grim town. From the corner of each eye you see sharp ginning teeth and glowing eyes. Even the shadows seem to be smirking at you as you make your away into this place. No one views you as out of place here. You fit in nicely, you never thought you would find a place to perfect.
>As you walk through the streets, the wind howling; you yearn to cry out with joy. You have finally made it. The place your mother told you was only a fairy tale. You bounce with a spring in your step, the wisps of green vapor slipping through the muggy air. You felt it the moment you arrived, you were home. This would be your new home.
In this town.. we call home....
...everyone hailto the pumpkin song
Boys and girls of every age....
...wouldn't you like to see something strange?
>You arrived in a clearing, a regular old clearing with doors painted on each tree. Each picture a shortcut to a celebration for all. Looking past the door with a orange carved jack-ol-launtern, you walk. Day begins to fade behind you, as the hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand. Your heart begins to pound, almost out of your chest. Your afraid, but also excited. This is your favorite time of year.
>Dark towering houses, overlook this grim town. From the corner of each eye you see sharp ginning teeth and glowing eyes. Even the shadows seem to be smirking at you as you make your away into this place. No one views you as out of place here. You fit in nicely, you never thought you would find a place to perfect.
>As you walk through the streets, the wind howling; you yearn to cry out with joy. You have finally made it. The place your mother told you was only a fairy tale. You bounce with a spring in your step, the wisps of green vapor slipping through the muggy air. You felt it the moment you arrived, you were home. This would be your new home.
In this town.. we call home....
...everyone hailto the pumpkin song