"Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give us something sweet to bite!"
Ah... Excellent. The first victim--er... guest has arrived. How utterly... delectable.~
Ivory slinks her way silently down the steps into her living room, slithering up to the front door to have herself a better look at her meal-- visitor... that lied in wait beyond its wooden frame. Her house was completely void of any light save for the sparse decorations that littered the adjacent yards, giving absolutely no indication that anypony, or anything for that matter, resided inside. The Noctral lets her eyes do the work, naturally; blood-red irises peek curiously, hungrily through the windowed cut-out about halfway up the door. The silvery light of the full moon would have been more than enough to distinguish the figures of the three tasty morsels-- fillies... that perched upon her doorstep. Ivory cants her head to one side to study the foals' chosen apparel for the night, her hoof poised upon the door's handle as if she ready to strike at a mere moment's notice.
No... Not yet...
The first was difficult to make out. A ghost, perhaps? Ivory's eye catches a gleam, a reflection from two, spherical objects meant to represent eyes, followed by a pair of long, crudely made antennae. A parasprite. How delightfully quaint. Ivory shifts her gaze to the second. A colt, she thinks, with makeup stains smeared all over his body and mane, now matted with a tangible greasiness. A clown, more than likely, given that his meritable attempt was obviously self-serviced and done without the aid of a mirror. The third, however, more than made up for the other two. Dressed in a white, flowing gown adorned with various faux gems of every size and color, the tiny mare shone brilliantly against the moonlight. The two small cut-outs on her side defined the filly as a Pegasus, and a cute one at that. Ivory's eyes were then drawn to the mare's face, noticing a protrusion extending from the center of her forehead: a unicorn horn deftly constructed out of acrylic and cardboard. A princess! Ivory licked her fangs... Oh, this will be fun!
Just as the three fillies turn to depart with somber expressions, convinced that nopony was home, Ivory teasingly jiggles the door handle. All three pairs of ears shoot straight up, but the first to turn around was... The princess. Perfect.
Ivory springs her trap, flinging the door open with a loud crack as it slams into the side of her house. The princess' companions scream, but Ivory wasn't done quite yet. With a bone-chilling, maniacal laugh, the Noctral steps forth into the moonlight and unfurls her wings, illuminating her grotesque, fearsome form. Her coat was dyed pitch-black, its natural reflective color fighting through the ink to give off an eerie, ominous glow. Throughout her limbs and wings, the ink became mottled in appearance, creating the illusion of what could only be perceived as see-through, gaping holes. Crimson, magically altered eyes lock squarely upon the would-be princess, hungrily swathing over her form like a delectable, bite-sized treat. Ivory's mane and tail remained virtually unchanged, albeit splayed at its ends to partially cover her own wicked, finely crafted horn: a gnarled, blackened thing that seemed to glow as eerily as she was. After a brief pause for dramatic effect, Ivory smiles, revealing a row of sharpened teeth before drawing herself menacingly close to the princess and her entourage.
Only... Her entourage was nowhere to be found. The moment Ivory stepped out from the shadow of her doorway, the other two scrambled for cover behind a nearby decoration. A large carving of a pumpkin, as it were. The princess, however, had an unexpected reaction. She stands resolute, unflinching in the terror that caused her companions to flee. The little mare tilts her head as if she was studying Ivory, gauging if the Noctral-turned-Changeling was all bark and no bite. Turns out... The princess was right.
With a smile that can melt even the darkest of hearts, the filly proclaimed, "Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give me something sweet to bite!"
It was almost too cute to bear. Especially that emphasis on me...
"Allright, allright. You win, little princess." At least Ivory's voice hasn't changed, still as soothing and melodious as ever. Ivory recants, almost disappointed she wasn't able to scare her, too. Two out of three wasn't bad, right? Ivory disappears within her doorway for a few moments, promptly returning with a generous amount of candy. By now, the princess' two friends had returned by her side, obviously ashamed they had been beaten out by a girl. Ivory couldn't help but chuckle as she passes out her trove of sweets by the hoof-full, fittingly amused by the turn of events. "Run along now! And don't let the Changelings catch you!~"
Ivory waves them off before silently closing the door behind her, now quite convinced that her costume would induce a good scare. Only one thought burns in her mind: who should be her next victim-- target... to scare? She races through different options, tapping a forehoof to her chin in thought before ultimately deciding the best thing to do is hunt-- wander... around the Town Square. With all the festivities and games corralled into one place, ponies would be ripe for the picking! With a small hum of approval, the Noctral takes to the sky and makes her way over to the gathering.
Already she spots a figure trotting down to the Square, her flowing red cape easy to spot from above. Or at least Ivory thinks the pony is a she... Upon closer inspection, Ivory notices that the mysterious pony was dressed up as the iconic comic-book superstar, Supermare. The Noctral mulls about how she should approach the mare, entertaining various scenarios in her head. Should she duck into a nearby hiding spot and jump out at her? Or perhaps just fly straight down? Ivory decidedly chooses the latter, swiftly circling around the Supermare before diving straight at her, emitting a loud hiss as she tears through the air.