Tails from the Rift
Hello all. I am here to create a story based on skin ideas I created for this Halloween to tie in with Cats vs Dogs. This is Part 1.
Red, orange and yellow leaves. The smell of pumpkin. Candy bags rustling. Halloween was upon Valoran once more. Something more, a chill in the air surrounding Piltover, felt out of place, even for Fall. Gnar paid no attention to the cold. He was focused, primed, ready to strike. His eyes widened as he spotted his quarry. He leapt!
The door to the first house opened wide as a tall man and his wife greeted the small furry creature dressed as a skeleton crouched at their feet. He held out his round pumpkin bowl and made a noise. "Candy!! Candy!" The man and woman understood nothing, yet filled the creature's bowl with fresh candy. The hunt was successful. Gnar made his way down the lane of prim, dressed, ghastly houses, standing tall and welcoming yet ominous. The sign that they were ripe for the picking. Candy. Gnar's belly churned. He tore open a bright red piece and tossed it in his mouth, water cascading in at the delightful sweet. Gnar hopped down the road farther, candy crunching loudly as he passed curious humans.
A brown furred, and sharply clawed paw placed itself on Gnar's shoulder, before the creature turned, eyes widening. "AH....I thought I'd find you here then. The intricacies of human culture. Halloween. And its treasure of course!" The claw motioned toward the shining treasure resting within Gnar's pumpkin. Heimerdinger, his canid face squinting, placed his paw back in his bowl. Nothing. He had eaten his only piece. And unfortunately, Gnar was relieving all the houses of their candy. It is after all, thought Heimerdinger, Halloween. Gnar has the best costume....and demeanor for one so.... unspoken. The duo stopped at a cross street, Heimerdinger holding Gnar's hand before they traversed the intersection.
Heimerdinger felt a grin begin to curl at his mouth's edge. He almost felt sorry for the humans. He, an inventor, had created so many ways to obtain their candy, not the least of which included fear inducing detonators and holographic terrors. It would truly be a waste to abstain from such aggressive methods, when candy was ready to be harvested, and it was, after all Trick or Treat. An emphasis on the Trick, Heimerdinger mused. And Trick he would.
Far from the bustling of Piltover in the grasp of Halloween festivities, the wind's chill curdled into a merciless cold, hissing away into darkness, the waters below churning. It was as dread in palpable form. Suddenly, land. But land twisted with wretched disdain and chaos. Red veins etched away into the soil, and as the moon's light glided over the earth, it shone black and sultry. Even in the blackest of the black, still a shadow moved, oozing forward like ink until it touched the light. Now fading, Moonlight illuminated a heavily armored figure, features hidden but the slightest outline of a massive behemoth and a spiked object. The only light that shone now was the blood red tinge of the object. The figure shifted. It had seen this Trick or Treat, this Halloween and it was not impressed. Fear was not so easily dismissed, not a thing to be tested. The figure began to echo a low rumble. Its horrific version of a laugh. "Let ME give them a trick of fear. After all it is Halloween Night.....and night is Eternal!"
TO be continued...
