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« Thread Started on Dec 23, 2005, 4:51pm » | |
Please post the following for your audition:
Name:
Age:
Breed:
Color:
Height:
Personality:
History:
Herd (If in one. Please specify their rank if they're in a herd, too):
Was this character made just for this part?:
Why do you think you should get this part?:
Do you promise to be active?:
Old post: Post an old post here. I consider old posts to be posts you made one week before you auditioned. It can be from another site - if so, you can just post the link here.
New post: A post you made within one week of your audition. You can write one from scratch if you want, but either way, there should not be a link to it. It needs to be pasted here.
Good luck! ^_^
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« Reply #1 on Dec 23, 2005, 5:07pm » | |
Name: Rose Thorn
Age: 3 cold winters
Breed: Arabic Blood
Color: Night
Height: 14.1 hh
Personality: 'er heart be of pure black and hate, but some get through 'er barrier and into 'er soft but still dark side.
History: er past be a hateful and painful one.
When she was a young 'un, 'er Sire was lead of the herd, they were of neutral blood, but she was different. When 'er evil ways came out when she was one winter, 'er dame and sire thought nothing of it, but 'er growing up. But she got meaner and more evil, usualy biting and kicking 'er playmates. So 'er Sire decided she had to move on.
'er journey was a tough 'un, an' she nearly didn't make it. But on 'er way, 'er heart became harder, more dark and evil. 'er thoughts were always on what 'er sire did to 'er all those moons ago. But 'er thoughts were set on new things as more herds came an' she tried an' failed. She carries on with 'er journey, becoming more wild and more evil. She wishes to be a leader of 'er own herd, where only the darks could join.
Herd (If in one. Please specify their rank if they're in a herd, too): Not in a herd. But would wish to be queen of the darks.
Was this character made just for this part?: No, she was made to be dark an' evil. She was made for a leader, but not just for Queen of the Shades.
Why do you think you should get this part?: Because 'er heart is as black as night an' she is a good leader. Since 'er Sire chucked 'er out of 'is herd. She wanted 'er own to cause havok and seek revenge. So she would be good because of that.
Do you promise to be active?: I Promise By My Pony Bee
Old post: Thunder rolled above in the heavons, fighting with the clouds. Lightning sending furious bolt down to the earth. Setting the dead trees ablaze, but not for long as they were alone and couldn't spread their ashes to the others. The night was dark an' cold, the hard frost would set in at midnight. The lightning crashed through the sky, forking it with the electric spikes, sending small birds flying back to their nests for safety. The moon tried desperatly to send its gloomy rays down to the earth, to spread some light. But to no avail as the earth turned black and colder, nothing but the lightning could light up the ground.
But one creature did stir out in the open, unafraid of all the flashes an' furious strikes, one dark, solitary figure which glided along the horizon. Black an' dark as the night an' the earth at this time. The thunder rolled its warning to the creature, but it did not listen to its pathetic moans an' rumbles. But carried on across the empty landscape, occasionally dissapearing from sight, but reapearing soon. It stopped suddenly as a thunder strike hit the ground near it, but it didn't make a move, not a flinch of a cry of pain for the earth. But soon after, the creature carried on it's dark an' dismal journey, occasionally stopping an' rasing its heads to the sky.
On a closer look, the creature was a black mare, or a demoness to 'erself. Blakc as the night an' blending into the sahdows, the demoness was hard to find. 'er hunny optics searched the landcsape as the rain started to fall from the furious clouds. Sodding 'er magnificent night hue and tassles. Still no flinch did she make as the lightning made another attempt. She just stared blankley an' snorted unipressed by its pathetic attempt to turn 'er back to the shelter of the wood. 'er determination was to stay 'ere an' await the storm to end. But soon, she moved on, carrying 'er tassle hig and searching for another herd which might accept 'er, or for a herdland for 'er t find shelter in. She stole her way through the shadows of the trees as she made for another long streatch of open terrain of which a large canyon stood, its gaping mouth open to 'er as she entered an' searched for a suitable cave for 'erself for the night. 'er journey would continue after the storm had passed away and the golden dawn arrived.........
New post: There she stood. The queen of sorrows and nightmares. The one that haunts you everynight in your dreams. 'Er long black tassel blew dangerously in the wind as the moon bleekly shone in the star streaked sky. 'Er sillouhette against it as you try and stare into the dark, black crown. But to no avail as the sillouhette turned quickly.
The clouds slowly blocked the moons beams from lighting up the earth, the black equine moved, moved away from the horizon and onto the desolate plains. Daggers pounding against the earth as the demoness glided across the dusted ground. Tassel whipping at her hocks and her tresses dancing about her boa. Crown streatched as she rushed against the wind, braking its barrier and seeking the shelter of a dead tree. Stopping and turning, 'er hunny gaze, deadly and fearful, looked to the sky as the moon was shown once again.
'Er breath was hardly changed after her long run, 'er hunny gaze neither changed. Her bod was not sweated as she closed 'er orbs slowly. She twisted and walked in a perfect circle about the tree and then reared, thrashing 'er daggers into the air, almost splitting open the stars as she let out a scream, the scream of a demoness. The scream of the queen of sorrows, and your nightmares......
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« Reply #2 on Dec 26, 2005, 12:54am » | |
»Cursed-Aasifa
»Spun-3 years
»Bled-Quarter Horse Mixture
»Seen-Chestnut
»Measured- 16h
»Known- A Mare whom loves the slaughter of others a joy, a dark threw and threw. She seeks her revenge on the weak, but loves to challenge the powerful. She loves a challenge, barley ever wastes her time on the weak, tough if they happen to get in her way, and she will take them down with the others around her.
»Remembered- I lived an interesting life. My mother died at a young age, the reason tough was a laughing matter for my self. My father killed her, more then the foolish pregnant dog deserved if you ask me. She betrayed my father, ran of with another stag, but my father hunted her down slaughtered her on public display. It was in front of the whole herd, children included. I was only about 1 year old at the time, but it still amused me. He wanted to show the other pregnant doges what would happen if they ran off, and it made quite an impression. He became quite feared actually, but it drew me closer to him. I looked up to him, and surprisingly he took a liking to me.
I wouldn’t leave until I was forced to. I knew that it would be hard to find another leader such as my father, so I wasn’t to anxious to leave. He ran his heard with great pride and organization. He let the weak fall in agony, and matched him self only with the powerful. He taught me my ways, and for that I respect. He didn’t talk much, he showed me how to deal with my muteness, to take it as a good thing instead of a bad thing. He taught me to fight; he taught me everything I know. I was one of the few he trained personally.
Finally, the door to my freedom was opened, and I decided to leave, ending up here... Alone in the world, with only the ways of the one whom had taught me so much to remember my past life... Ah the Joy. It was time to face the world, and for that I didn’t mind, I had a solid training under my belt and couldn’t wait to put it to use.
»Herd-None
»Was this character made just for this part?: On this site, yes, but I play her other places as a power hungry pregnant dog!
»Why do you think you should get this part?: I am experienced in the role, I have played Dark Queen on my own site multiple times. My favorite type of character to play is Dark Queen, believe me, I have played all other rolls(Yes Light Stallion n_n, It didn’t got to well) and this is one of the ones I enjoy the most. I have played the part in with multiple characters, and the only reason I had to drop them was because of inactive stallions. I will be honest with you, and Muse you know this, I play Dark Queen on another site as of now, and manage my own site, so Unknown Valley will come before CaH…(No offence). But, I would be honored to play the role, and would enjoy doing so.
»Do you promise to be active?: Yes, but like I said, UV will come before CaH. I just want to make that clear... This site is amazing, but UV is mine... n_n Im sure you understand Muse...
»Old Post-
A blanket of darkness had been thrown over the lands, leaving the equine to find her own way, and not depend on the bright light in the sky. Thick the blanket was, perching upon different places of the forest, and falling heavy on top the shoulders of some. It laid heavy, suffocating the weak of heart, pushing the soul from them, and sent it flying towards the heavens. Others there was no soul to let lose from the bars that it lay behind, already was it to cleaver enough to free its self from the rotting insides of those dark enough, break free of the death trap. But those souls dark enough to leave there owner, floated not upwards, for there nasty deeds couldn't be ridded, and they couldn't be pureed. But those cleaver souls dropped down, density not allowing them to float, and they drop strait down into hell, to burn up and turn into ashes.
Around and around we go, thoughts slipping in and out of the deranged mind of the pregnant dog before you. Blood spilled across the plains, massacred carcasses, limbs and insides spilled amongst the land. Not only of her enemies but her followers. Followers they may be, following her, she wouldn't object to lead, but weather or not she lead them down the easy one was her choice. It was simply not her fault if they couldn't handle what the pregnant dog they were following dished out. Clones were not a good thing in her opinion, well, it was fun to watch each and everyone mess up, one after the other, acting like a dumb crap. So, amusing it was for her, but never would she be caught dead amongst them. Beside them, laughing her ass of, yes, but never among them. Ah, never was she one among the crowd, hah it would be quite an amusing site to see her try to fit in with those foolish posers... But it was entertainment that would never happen.
The sleek carcass of the vixen slipped threw the trees, being anything but graceful. Grace wasn't something that came with her odd frame, Quarter horse, or so they claimed. When she slipped though them, she actually did just that, pieces of her torn hide getting caught within the finger tips of the trees, pieces of her painted pelt being left with the trees, leaving a bit of her Legacy with them. She stalked forwards, flints striking upon hells roof tops with out the slightest consideration... But truthfully, what was there to consider. Sure, the blades of living grass that lay there, but really did such pitiful excuses for living creatures deserve to live if all they did was lie there while trampled... As she crossed the boundaries, she did nothing to silence her self, truthfully, what was the use? She was arriving, and her presence would be known soon enough? She was a huge ass creature, why not be loud and proud then look like a git prancing forwards on tippy toes, trying to make little noise? Psh, the foolish little fairies. She let her empire hang low, and gave it a jolt, letting it jump upwards as her shanks stopped there work beneath her, letting her frame slide into a stand still.
Thoughts slipped in and out of her mind, thoughts about her past, her present, and her future... Tough her past was huge, every second it gained another thought, another memory to hold, to contain in the large sac. Just like a little spoiled rich kid they where, Every moment the opening to the past sac was yanked open, and an old broken toy shoved in, just as the other hand reached in the bag of new toys, the bag of future toys. The past, all of those moments that seem not to be important, the future, and those new things that await us... surprise as we look into the sac filled with new. And the Present, the small time at witch it takes the toy to pass from the new sac to the old, those moments the toy touches the rich Childs hands, no more, and none before. The present was to short to be wasted, as was life its self...
Her carcass slid to a stand still, completely still she stood until an intake of breath was taken, only to be sent rushing back out from her concaves at once, frosty and cold, it lay visible in shock, only for a mere moment before it was thrown into the wild life, and became transparent once more. Blending in to the crowd... Seen as nothing at all, just another no body amongst the land of them... Never was anything different seen amongst them these days... But something had come along... and already, she had claimed the position of Queen of the Darks... She would refuse to be pushed aside, like she had always been, the position was hers, fair and square. She wouldn't let some foolish poser take it, and command there army of clones... She had seen it happen to many times, ah, such a brilliant choice it seemed to the others, placing one of the pack to rule the rest, to make them happy. Always pushing her out of the question because she was different, strong... Willing to lash out. She was placed below the rest, for the King always felt if they placed her beside them, she would take over... Bah, at least they got one thing right. So the clone got the thrown, ah it seemed to be so smart, that was until the clone dropped, made a mistake and all copied her, for they knew no better, having no brains to think for them selves... They perish... And I watch laughing as the clones lead them self into death and the King is proved wrong once more... Ah... dumb ass holes they all where, over and over she saw it happen, and never once had she seen a stag steap out of the clone mode, and see her for what she really was... Herself.
But, now it was different, she had been chosen to be Queen of the Darks, to reign over all the others, a title of power that she deserved. Things were looking up, but then again, she had still yet to meet the present King. She had merely heard the words of Rubicund Romance once before he had retired, not able to live up to the duty of being King. Ah, the pure shame... But then again, it was a new day, a new toy to play with... She had finally landed herself into a position that was worthy of her... Now if she could just find the bastard or erm... King that she would so kindly share her... or their Kingdom with.
Slowly she let her appendages start to churn the ground beneath her once more; sliding forwards into an anything but graceful one beat, crashing into the fingers that attempted to grasp her, what could be lovely pelt, ignoring the supposed pain that was running across her pelt. She let her lamps scan the slush filled lands, scanning for the bastard, empire lowered to the slush filled ground, inhalers acting as that of a blood hound, taking in scents, and attempting to find one worth following. Ah, Target and lock. Empire tilted upwards so her lanterns could look before her, dreads forming her sight to be slightly distorted, but it only took a matter of seconds for her to spot the bastard, or what she assumed to be the bastard, a good ways away his empire hung low, maw stuffed into the color full flowers. She let her empire shake softly, picking its self up to its normal height and letting her shanks lead her slowly towards the bastard.
Her position seemed to be relaxed, like she didn't see any threat, but her frame was tense, ready to respond to anything the bastard decided to dish out... For she knew that if this was the King, luck didn't place him into this position... It was earned, just as hers had been. The gap closed slowly between the bastard and the vixen, finally becoming non existent as Legacy slipped into an abrupt standstill beside the bastard. Her harks slipped backwards, making her features even less appealing then they had been. Labrums curled backwards to let her yellowing dents be exposed, odd sent of dry blood drifting slowing into the atmosphere around them. She let her lyrics be called forth from the back of her gullet, preaching them into the open air.
"Ah, Bastard... Whispering with the roses are we? Tell me, do they provide you with the answers to life, for if they do... I must surely get me some."
Her tones were full of sarcasm, just as they always where. Harsh and to the point, and slightly demanding... Not the normal vocals of an vixen... Even a dark one. But oh dear me, don't compare Legacy to a normal pregnant dog... Because you will find no comparison...
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The sun kissed empire turned to Iksar, the stag who was slowly untangling the tread bond locket that held her most treasured possession... Trust. She watched as he slowly faded away into his nook, hiding, backing away like a true gentleman to let the other stag be heard. Ah, the strings were tugged at once more, losing their death grip around the locket that was bond so tight. She stood in silence, watching him in silence, lanterns staying focused upon him. Finally, she let her gaze slip to where the other stallion was standing... or should she say was. He was no longer there. She let her orbits scan the area in front of her, seeking the brute but nothing came to her. Her crescents took in for the sent, but only that of the bay brute remained. Ah, a faulty entrance it may have been, but the brute's exit had been a masterpiece. Silence.
Ambition turned her empire back to the bay brute whom was now standing beside her. She felt his maw run across her nape, shivers ridding the tingling waves all the way down her spine. She watched as once more the gentleman slipped into the shadows, and she let her statue like position break into a graceful one beat, sliding towards the brute. She didn't stop at a normal distance, she came closer, nape out stretching towards his harks, labrums curling back to let vocals be heard. "Ambition" The single three syllables rolled from her tongue, hot breath tickling the brutes harks. As her labrums closed, the rubbed his hark, nibbling with no teeth. She drew her empire back to her normal position. A grin slipped across her maw.
Her first word had been spoken to this brute. A treasured word, her name. No longer was she just a vixen, but a vixen with a name. Something she didn't speck of often. Her name wasn't thrown out with out thought. It was also one of her few treasures that she could still claim her own after her horrid past life.
She let her arch do just that, arching not just to her chest, but as it lowered, a single shank extended, maw touching it as she lowered herself into a sweeping bow. She stayed down for a full 4 seconds, before gracefully lifting her self back to an upright position. The second sign of a growing trust had been given, and now, she was ready... Ready to go home. She took a couple steps forwards, and then turned, now standing side by side with the brute and facing the same way. Her way with out words of showing that she would join him... Tough full trust wasn't given, some was... It would take a ton of time for it all to be given... But this brute had already started tugging at the strings, and losing them, and the job became easier with time...
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