As the mighty blue moon rose over the cold lands in the later October night, on the eve of Samhain - or Halloween in modern tongues - there was the sound of hooves across the land.

For Valcyrie, Halloween was something special. She was an old pagan, and Halloween was the pagan New Year, a celebration of the dark and death. Each year she would prepare a grand feast, and invite the dead to dine with her and the rest of her coven. She would also dress up appropriately, often wearing her iron age style dress. But tonight after the feast and the initiation of the ritual, she felt she needed to go somewhere. It was just a whisper in her heart, but still a voice to follow. She went out into the stables where her Friesian horse Nightmare stood. Using a small stool she'd jump up on the mare's back and take off into the night, a wild ride into the wildnerness under the moonlight. Nightmare was a magical horse on her own, a manifestation of Val's druidic pagan magic.

And now as you stood at the crossroads leading up to Val's cottage, she came riding right for you. She lifted the spear and pierced a poor jack-o-lantern that sat on a rock by the road and came up to you.
"Who goes there? And what is your business here tonight?"
The spear was as sharp as her voice, and Nightmare pranced and neighed loudly into the night.

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This was a lovely piece I got for Halloween from  analpaladin featuring my anthro self Valcyrie and my Hel-horse Nightmare. You can find the original upload here >>