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Day 11 - Couple costume

„This is ridiculous, Barbara.“ repeated himself Strickler as Barbara was behind him, doing last few touches.

„Oh please. I always wanted to try it and thanks Angor it's a bonus.“ she said happily as she was helping him with wings.

„I still can't quite believe he agreed to it.“ he admitted and if by being called Angor walked over

„For the last time, Strickler. In my tribe couples wore matching clothes. More matching, more stabile relationship. I pity you for doing so so rarely."

Strickler snorted.

„And done! You all ready?“ asked Barbara.

„I quite hope so.“

„I will just activate the traps and-“

„NO!“ exclaimed at once both of them at their over-protective troll mate.

With quiet grumble, and secretely activating tiny trap, Angor walked out to join the two.

And so now through Arcadia walked to center one creepy nurse, one by blood covered doctor and one zombie demon patient through town, enjoying the moment they have while it lasts.

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Day 10 - Villain

Well seeing that noone wants to continue, I will keep going in this project..

The glowing cut moon shone bright. So bright like if it became a sun and yet being so far and small.

It reminded him something. He remembered it clear as hus memories were. The night of his mistake.

The night he got tricked.

The night he was forced to turn against the world.

The night,... he became a villain.

Everything about that memory felt bitter. Everything about it only felt like anger and regret. A self-hate of killing those who protected his people like he once did.

Centuries of suffer of waiting.

Centuries filling emptiness inside by souls of others.

Centuries of learning to cherish the feeling of being bad.

Looking back to now, he felt ashamed.

He felt embarrassed.

He felt more anger.

At her.

His hands shook at the thought of her, his teeth barred and his breath quicken.

With a great roar he slammed his flared hand through scarecrow that immediately got into fire. He panted exhausted.

„..... Feeling..... Better?“ asked the young sorceress behind him.

Blinking surprised he looked at her in surprise and removed his hand from the burning innocent straw.

He didn't say anything. He wasn't sure if it felt any better or worse. Only a lighter.

Claire put her hand on his shoulder „I admit, I designed it to her look to beat my anger on it. I am sorry I forgot about your own deal with her.“

He looked at her and then back at the burning scarecrow of once looking like Pale Lady straw stuffed figure. He put his hand on her shoulder and said softly.

„It's alright little one...... It just brought memories.“

Now two victims, ex-puppets, watched, both can't help but to smile as straw head of straw Morgana fell off and once smiling face was now like screaming as if by actual pain, and was turning to ash that same like past, will be blown away by a new day.

(Author's note: I know this might feel more like if into day 22 scarecrow, but I swear it wasn't the purpose.)

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Day 1 - Fall/Autumn

Out of all four seasons, this one Angor loved the most. Moving free in cloudy day, smelling smells that hot air used to cover, cold wind that run across Angor's face felt nice.

This season was inspirational, challenging for hunting, beautiful in its natural magic.

Back then fallen leaflets meant perfect hiding for traps or even for Angor himself. He had to admit, those expressions of his hunted victims were priceless.

Challenges of tracking his pray in mud and scents mixed along with sounds of dry leaves were giving him a true relish of the moment.

But now that he was free, he could finally fully enjoy it. Cherish every free breathing of cold air, sniffing the beautiful smell of the season, watch deers and squirrels walk and bounce around, looking for food.

He never told it to anyone but when he could, he made for the deers a places where to find food and he remembered hiding spots of squirrels he watched so when he found some nuts, he added them to their collection.

Once they even took it from him personally.

But it there was one thing he relished the most, the leaf rains.

Just sit by tree, listen to nature and watch how the once green, now in mixtures of warm colours and brown leaflets slowly fell one by one like a rain.

It was relaxing. Magical. Cradling to sleep.

Maybe just this once, he could allow it to himself.

Just for today......

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Day 2 - Apple

Angor was fascinated how out of one fruit humans did so much things.

He, Aaarrrgh and Draal, just those that could reach up were collecting apples, being told that later they'd be nicely surprised. Angor doubted that.

Later that day when sun was setting he found out what did they mean.

From what he heard, apples were perfect fruit for Autumn. That old lady along with Jim and Blinky have made a variety of different desserts and one drink that they called: Hot apple, out of the said fruit.

The sweet and sour drink nicely surprised Angor. While humans ate their food, trolls were surprised by troll desserts made of the slices and cores, as well as things that were usually for making troll treats.

Angor would lie if getting stuffed with sweet apple socks wasn't worth the stomach ache later that night.