After the few not so fortunate encounters with the past two hosts of this trick or treat mayhem the silver stallion wondered why he was still wandering around in the first place. Wouldn't it just be smarter to go back home and let the rest of the party goers experience the wrath of whatever would come next? That would be the logical thing to do considering he had already managed to only be cursed with both the raven creature and the mutt. Then could someone explain to him why he found himself in yet another corn maze! Only three paths stood before him as he stared in disbelief at the situation he had managed to wander into yet again, one had to be the way out but which one?

Rearing up he tried to use his height to his advantage only to wind up empty handed as his hooves landed back in the soil as the long cape fell back over his haunches once again. Two colours made up his ensemble of black and burgundy which on any other night would blend into the darkness muting out the glow of his marks but against the wall of corn cobs failed to do so. Fidgeting uncomfortably as the material itched his skin he clamped his jaw down only to forget about the fake fangs that fit over his upper final incisors. The salty taste of the fake blood capsules filled his mouth half choking him before it dripped out over the ground in front of him. Why had he decided on this costume of the many choices, definitely not his best idea. Half squishing the rubbery material between his teeth he sighed in frustration finally getting the fangs to fit properly once again. He was already walking on thin ice when it came to his luck lately this would probably prove to turn out along the same course.

Closing his silver orbs for a couple seconds he tried to remember which way he had come into this maze. He had taken a right, then left then another left? Grumbling he gave up realizing it was impossible to remember which direction would lead him back out and with the clouds obstructing his view the moon was no help either. Stepping forward he glanced carefully down each path to only see more corn in every direction, well here goes nothing he thought as he turned north hoping that his luck might turn out for once. Now it was only the matter of what would be at the end of this path, would it be the exit? If it was Harald that he found around the other side he doubted that he would be as nice to him as he had been the first time round. The creature had better watch out should he return as there were a lot of others that would also like to have a few words with him. The thought made him laugh as he walked into the unknown.


ooc: Ciceron is dressed up as a vampire and he chose to go north.