#fireboundmage

As you take a swig of the potion you detect a hint of acidic taste hidden below the pleasant swirls and aromas of fruity flavors. It’s the last thing you experience before your mind once more drifts off. Lucidity returning in its fullest you blink open your eyes and let out a yawn. It seems you were dreaming about…something? But it’s all fuzzy and you can’t really remember what it was about. Shrugging it off you go about your daily routine, starting with getting out of bed and stretching your legs. However, as you remove the covers and lazily crawl to the edge of the bed something seems oddly different. At first you think you might have slept wrong on…something, but as you move your limbs you find that it’s very hard to move for some reason. Flopping forward your front hoof you discover it has taken on the color scheme of a black and white interchanging all the way up to your shoulder. The same thing has happened on the shortened fur of your other front leg and as your scrambling to your feet to check your other limbs you feel unbalanced and nearly fall backwards. Your back legs have taken on the gooey form of something gelatinous and slimy and it makes it difficult to stand up at first. However, instead of your back end what hits the floor with a thump is a long wet fish-like tail. The part attached to where your regular tail used to be is bulky and the entire length from base to finned end is as long as the rest of your body. Now completely awake and in a frenzy you run to the mirror and discover that the newly colored limbs and strange goldfish like tail you’ve gained aren’t the only things to change overnight. short horns have sprouted on either side of your forehead from your temples, reminiscent of devils horns, and your main body is sectioned off with patch-worked colors that are all dulled and clash with one another. To top it all off the sclera of your eyes is now as dark and black as ink, giving you a rather unnerving appearance over all. Once you take in the full scope of your strange transformation you open your mouth to exclaim your surprise and in turn…you find out one last detail. Your tongue, though feeling and tasting like a normal tongue, has morphed into the shape of a octopus tentacles. (The shining rainbow colors of this potion brings upon the curse of a patchwork monster! Bits and bobs from different spoopy creatures have been haphazardly stitched together and most of your parts have been replaced with ones that are unrecognizable. This curse will lift once the clock ticks midnight on Halloween!)

Slowly your mind gains a small amount of clarity and you open your eyes…or at least, you’re pretty sure you do. It’s hard to tell in the deep black abyss that you seem to be floating in. Your coherence is limited however, everything is warm and comfortable like there is nothing strange or off about the situation. Then you hear a voice, strangely this voice doesn’t have a pitch or tone, but it’s calm and quite alluring. A Smokey trail of mist accompanies the voice, swirling around the area in front of you and conjuring a multitude of small brightly colored potions held in glass spheres. The liquid swirls about, kept in place by a simple cork wedged in each bottles opening.

“Tis the season to have some fun. Are you feeling adventurous? If so, why not pick a color you like and take a sip? Something exciting might happen~”

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(This is an invitation to participate in my favorite holiday and some fun spoopy shenanigans! Each potion has a different effect and you won’t know it until you try. If you would like to, please post this with a reply of your characters reaction and I’ll send you a description of what happens based on which color is chosen!) _____________________________________________________

Slowly your mind gains a small amount of clarity and you open your eyes…or at least, you’re pretty sure you do. It’s hard to tell in the deep black abyss that you seem to be floating in. Your coherence is limited however, everything is warm and comfortable like there is nothing strange or off about the situation. Then you hear a voice, strangely this voice doesn’t have a pitch or tone, but it’s calm and quite alluring. A Smokey trail of mist accompanies the voice, swirling around the area in front of you and conjuring a multitude of small brightly colored potions held in glass spheres. The liquid swirls about, kept in place by a simple cork wedged in each bottles opening.

“Tis the season to have some fun. Are you feeling adventurous? If so, why not pick a color you like and take a sip? Something exciting might happen~”

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(This is an invitation to participate in my favorite holiday and some fun spoopy shenanigans! Each potion has a different effect and you won’t know it until you try. If you would like to, please post this with a reply of your characters reaction and I’ll send you a description of what happens based on which color is chosen!)

Sign: Don´t know how to release suckers and drowned Noms twice thrice while hugging.

Noms: He would be a terrible life guard! He would accidentally drown half of the ponies he would try to save!

Slowly your mind gains a small amount of clarity and you open your eyes…or at least, you’re pretty sure you do. It’s hard to tell in the deep black abyss that you seem to be floating in. Your coherence is limited however, everything is warm and comfortable like there is nothing strange or off about the situation. Then you hear a voice, strangely this voice doesn’t have a pitch or tone, but it’s calm and quite alluring. A Smokey trail of mist accompanies the voice, swirling around the area in front of you and conjuring a multitude of small brightly colored potions held in glass spheres. The liquid swirls about, kept in place by a simple cork wedged in each bottles opening.

“Tis the season to have some fun. Are you feeling adventurous? If so, why not pick a color you like and take a sip? Something exciting might happen~”

- (This is an invitation to participate in my favorite holiday and some fun spoopy shenanigans! Each potion has a different effect and you won’t know it until you try. If you would like to, please post this with a reply of your characters reaction and I’ll send you a description of what happens based on which color is chosen!)

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Sandy was at peace, and there was nothing at all unusual about it.

Unusual? This? Where would you even get such an idea? Silly pony. Had he not always been here? Had he felt anything but this? Only, memory depends on cruel time, with its “befores” and its “laters,” all those “beginnings” and “endings.” Pah! Without those unpleasant trappings, how could anypony dispute the obvious?

Sandy simply was.

There was no time here. No time, no fears, no sorrows, no needs, no wants, no danger. Even the very concept of danger could not exist in this place. No harm would befall him. No harm could befall him. He was free, free to idly float through nothingness, carried safely in the embrace of the void.

Peace. 

Then, a voice was. And with it, a misty cloud carrying a rainbow of swirling potions - and a rainbow potion! What fun! - was too.

“Tis the season to have some fun. Are you feeling adventurous? If so, why not pick a color you like and take a sip? Something exciting might happen~”

The voice wrapped tenderly all around him, passed through him, and nestled down deep, deep in his heart; all perfectly natural things for a voice to do. “I do like adventure…” Sandy mused with mock gravity, before falling prey to an attack of the giggles. He couldn’t remember if it was the season to have fun, but the voice sounded like an expert on such things, so it must’ve been true. “Y’know, why don’t I pick a color, an’ take a sip? That’s a great idea. Thanks!”

Now then; which one to choose?

Sandy tapped his chin and furrowed his brow, thinking his most thoughtful thoughts. Potions frolicked around him, as if to say, “Pick me! Pick me! Oh please, won’t you pick me?” Each one brighter, more dazzling, more inviting than the last. Quite the puzzle! Fortunately, the voice had already told him the answer: “I like th’ bright blue one. I’ll take that one, please.” How could he refuse? It was like the ocean on a sparkling summer’s day, and whatever that was, he knew it was something well worth liking.

What was that? Valentines was LAST sunday? pfft I can celebrate love day whenever I want :U.

Happy Late Valentine ^^; <3 __________________________