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"Hey! Sir! Sir, you can't take all the candy; it isn't for-" an indignant raccoon dressed in a solemn sweater and casual jeans called out. Trailing his subject of ire, his voice piqued as he stumbled and fell into the leaf-covered soil. Struggling to even stay upright, he glanced to see the very earth roiling beneath his feet, tense roots coiling and stretching to envelop his ankles before spreading up to clutch at his shoes and shins.
"Dad!" a younger raccoon, adorned in a glow-in-the-dark skeletal outfit, dropped his candy bag to help tug on the thickening plants; to no avail.
As parent and child struggled, the abandoned candy bag lifted upward via a phantom hand. The rope strap squeezed shut, the sack curling and roiling through the chilly evening air, joining in lockstep to the source of this meager misery. Without looking back to see his magical handiwork, an imposing form strode his way between the various stalls that crisscrossed the closed road dotted with several homes. His destination: a grand stage fit for a monarch at the fair's common grounds. Giddy at his plan's success, each cloven hooffall crossed one after the other. As his newest prize billowed on a phantom wind filled with fallen orange and brown leaves, he hopped, letting the bag snag onto his hand before sliding up his arm: a leap worthy of the title Prancing Prince. Beneath his pleased grin and curved horns, the villain cradled countless sacks, bags, containers, and pockets filled with tasty treats meant for mortal menage.
"Haha, the fey come to play on this night of mischief and mayhem! By rights I rightly exert, none may impede my stride!" He threw back his head once more, laughing with half a measure more gusto than comfortable. "And with so many fellow tricksters out and about, the mortal children shall learn to fear the glorious and dreadful creatures beyond the veil!"
It was true; as Metaxi passed by rows of concerned parents, weary stall employees, and confused visitors, there seemed to be nearly double- nay, triple the number of monsters! For an example: the strange skeleton helping that man he tripped up. Sentimental to be sure, but no villain was perfect. Around him, however, crowding and wailing with such tragic tones, were true creatures of the night. Vampires ready for blood, werecreatures of every breed, strange doppelgangers for mortal occupations like brigands or (Metaxi snickered at even giving them credit, but they were here helping after all) mad scientists with disgusting metallic machinations, even princes and princesses from courts unknown to even him; all ready to descend and torment-
"My candy, my candy," an armadillo mummy wept, her arms outstretched to reach for her jack-o'-lantern laden with treats.
As she jumped and batted at Metaxi's waist, the satyr wobbled as the monster mash mosh pit shifted around him.
"Cease your crusty crying and keep vigilant for the mortal children, crypt cretins! They could be hiding anywhere!"
"Gimme my candy! It's mine!" An older housecat snarled, his flattened ears and hissing tone matching the monstrous "Jackal and Hide" attire.
"Yes, yes, but think of the greater picture here!"
Metaxi swiveled to glance down at the strangely diminutive creatures tugging on his attire; had such villains always been this...emotional?
"If we stockpile the candy, all the children will whine for generations to come! And when they cry throughout this most mischievous of nights, every hero near and far shall descend to stop us! And then...THEN WE SHALL HAVE OUR MERRIMENT!"
The satyr's plan, echoing for all to hear, earned a confusing murmur from the cautious adults and an equally loud wail from the "monstrous allies." As more and more of Metaxi's hangers-on labored for their yoinked yearly spoils, the Prancing Prince dove deeper into increasing maniacal depths. With each attempt to calm and convince his villainous horde, his plan passed every mounting heights of renown and relevancy, and each time he did so, the disguised (at least to a fairy's eye) children wept and cried louder.
"I'll call the hero line; hopefully the Rolling Boulder or someone can get down here before the pumpkin eating contest," an elderly ram dressed in carnival peppermint stripes muttered, hobbling inside his decorated home that served as a major landmark attraction for the carnival.
The crowd nodded in unison, unwilling to cross the Prancing Prince during his self-appointed hour of import. At least the kids seemed effective in pinning him down for now.
A followup image can be found here!
Metaxi aka the Prancing Prince is all mine~
Art by the folksy
Fortunatafox
"Dad!" a younger raccoon, adorned in a glow-in-the-dark skeletal outfit, dropped his candy bag to help tug on the thickening plants; to no avail.
As parent and child struggled, the abandoned candy bag lifted upward via a phantom hand. The rope strap squeezed shut, the sack curling and roiling through the chilly evening air, joining in lockstep to the source of this meager misery. Without looking back to see his magical handiwork, an imposing form strode his way between the various stalls that crisscrossed the closed road dotted with several homes. His destination: a grand stage fit for a monarch at the fair's common grounds. Giddy at his plan's success, each cloven hooffall crossed one after the other. As his newest prize billowed on a phantom wind filled with fallen orange and brown leaves, he hopped, letting the bag snag onto his hand before sliding up his arm: a leap worthy of the title Prancing Prince. Beneath his pleased grin and curved horns, the villain cradled countless sacks, bags, containers, and pockets filled with tasty treats meant for mortal menage.
"Haha, the fey come to play on this night of mischief and mayhem! By rights I rightly exert, none may impede my stride!" He threw back his head once more, laughing with half a measure more gusto than comfortable. "And with so many fellow tricksters out and about, the mortal children shall learn to fear the glorious and dreadful creatures beyond the veil!"
It was true; as Metaxi passed by rows of concerned parents, weary stall employees, and confused visitors, there seemed to be nearly double- nay, triple the number of monsters! For an example: the strange skeleton helping that man he tripped up. Sentimental to be sure, but no villain was perfect. Around him, however, crowding and wailing with such tragic tones, were true creatures of the night. Vampires ready for blood, werecreatures of every breed, strange doppelgangers for mortal occupations like brigands or (Metaxi snickered at even giving them credit, but they were here helping after all) mad scientists with disgusting metallic machinations, even princes and princesses from courts unknown to even him; all ready to descend and torment-
"My candy, my candy," an armadillo mummy wept, her arms outstretched to reach for her jack-o'-lantern laden with treats.
As she jumped and batted at Metaxi's waist, the satyr wobbled as the monster mash mosh pit shifted around him.
"Cease your crusty crying and keep vigilant for the mortal children, crypt cretins! They could be hiding anywhere!"
"Gimme my candy! It's mine!" An older housecat snarled, his flattened ears and hissing tone matching the monstrous "Jackal and Hide" attire.
"Yes, yes, but think of the greater picture here!"
Metaxi swiveled to glance down at the strangely diminutive creatures tugging on his attire; had such villains always been this...emotional?
"If we stockpile the candy, all the children will whine for generations to come! And when they cry throughout this most mischievous of nights, every hero near and far shall descend to stop us! And then...THEN WE SHALL HAVE OUR MERRIMENT!"
The satyr's plan, echoing for all to hear, earned a confusing murmur from the cautious adults and an equally loud wail from the "monstrous allies." As more and more of Metaxi's hangers-on labored for their yoinked yearly spoils, the Prancing Prince dove deeper into increasing maniacal depths. With each attempt to calm and convince his villainous horde, his plan passed every mounting heights of renown and relevancy, and each time he did so, the disguised (at least to a fairy's eye) children wept and cried louder.
"I'll call the hero line; hopefully the Rolling Boulder or someone can get down here before the pumpkin eating contest," an elderly ram dressed in carnival peppermint stripes muttered, hobbling inside his decorated home that served as a major landmark attraction for the carnival.
The crowd nodded in unison, unwilling to cross the Prancing Prince during his self-appointed hour of import. At least the kids seemed effective in pinning him down for now.
A followup image can be found here!
Metaxi aka the Prancing Prince is all mine~
Art by the folksy
Fortunatafox
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Satyr
Size 1033 x 1280px
File Size 372.6 kB
Listed in Folders
...I feel conflicted, as a fellow spirit of Howl-O-Ween
On the one hand, he is taking treats from children who are following the rules and wearing costumes, and celebrating the hallowed tradition...
On the other hand, he is following the rules of his kind on this very same howl-iday...mmm, conflicting indeed. Oh well, until some truly extreme rule breaking is committed, must remain neutral on the matter...
Still, a very charming outfit for the mischief maker!
On the one hand, he is taking treats from children who are following the rules and wearing costumes, and celebrating the hallowed tradition...
On the other hand, he is following the rules of his kind on this very same howl-iday...mmm, conflicting indeed. Oh well, until some truly extreme rule breaking is committed, must remain neutral on the matter...
Still, a very charming outfit for the mischief maker!
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