Royalty [king] Auditions

[Unbridled Freedom]

Intro// Light, Neutral and Dark; the three classes. They will not go to war against each other, they are more civilized than that but they do need to find their kings. The kings (and queen is they choose to have one) will take some control of their own class. They have minimal control now a days but it’s the title that’s important, is it not? If a band of rogues comes galloping in and stealing mares the kings will chase them off and restore order, or let them turn this place into utter chaos, as long as they do not touch the king’s vixens (*cough* dark king *cough*).

What the Royalty can do// Well not much, the members who RP them will have some say in stuff but it is pretty minimal. It’s really just for the title and all but the lands are bigger and better and the kings do have some more control than other stallions.

Rules of entry//

• Must be active if you get the part
  
• Don't go power mad (trust me, there's nothing to get power mad over)
  
• Entry must be at least 300 words (since that will be the minimum for posts with your charrie)
  
• Character must already be created
  
• May only audition with one character and for one role
  
• Do not beg for the part, please and thank you
  
• This will be judged by quality of writing (remember, it's quality not quantity)
  

Form//

[size=1][b]Your Display name;;[/b]
[b]Your Character;;[/b]
[b]Activity Level;;[/b]
[b]What are you auditioning for?;;[/b]
[b]Entry Post;;[/b][/size]
Please, please, type outside of the bold. Thank you.

Judges//
Myself(Unbridled Freedom)
Freedom


If any of the staff members wish to audition for a part they may (I myself won't be). The other two left over, or one or w/e, will judge for that king.

End Date;; August 15th
Or until we have at least two auditions per king.

[;;lust]

Your Display name;; ;;lust
Your Character;; Ouranus
Activity Level;; Should be good, just joined today (or yesterday technically) so I’ve been active so far ^^
What are you auditioning for?;; Dark King
Entry Post;; Moonlight didn’t touch this place, the thick canopy forced it out, branches twining together tightly to form a buffer. The forest floor was bare of anything but fallen foliage from past winters when the trees would shed their leaves and the moss covered rocks that didn’t need nourishment from the sunlight. This wasn’t a safe place to be, though deer and moose paths had been worn well into the soil there was a strong scent of death here. Predators love this place as much as the prey but for different reasons. There was nowhere to hide. The trees here were large and ancient, stretching up into the sunlight but leaving none for the new generations. Thousands of years this forest had stood, keeping secrets and witnessing many deaths.

The air was damp, moist despite the lack of water in the near by area, the reason being the underground river system nearby that the root systems of these trees reached for. Above the trees were still wet from the rain earlier that day but none of that moisture slipped between the masses of leaves. It was a formidable defense. If one looked up the trees grew strange, though the trees were tall and thick there were no branches going up, instead they mushroomed at the top. It was as though the trees knew any branches bearing leaves below that screen would perish. But they had spent so long surviving, why shouldn’t they know what was wrong and what was right? These trees were ancient.

Thoughts turned from the trees to his father suddenly, images of the shire stallion standing tall and proud, watching over his herd. The sad thing was he would just be reaching his 7th birthday this year, still in his prime. There had been no point remaining. The dark lord had been a force to be reckoned and wishing to take his fathers place would have been suicidal. At a year he had abandoned the hope that another weaker stallion would rise to the challenge and then Ouranus could kill him but no weaker stallion would beat his father. Stupidity, that’s what all of it was. A year had passed and this place had been discovered, these trees and this forest had served as his home since.

Pillars churned as the brute set himself into motion once again, leaving those troublesome thoughts behind. There was no need for them here, no need to be reminded to the past when there was no chance for it to ever come back to haunt him.

The path was narrow, made for the tiny deer that had formed them long ago and still maintained him. His hooves were a bit wider making walking awkward and strange, having to put one hoof in front of the other. It was a strange pattern but no different then any other day in this forest. If you got off the paths it was harder to walk, his weight forcing him into the soft ground covered with layers and layers of decomposing leaves. Muscles rippled under a healthy coat, straining to allow him to continue on the strange path, head low and simple brown eyes half closed. He know this place well, well enough that he didn’t need to watch his step. It was quite in the forest this night, there was probably a lone wolf prowling that kept the other prey hidden. Packs didn’t come here and there wasn’t enough underbrush for the big cats. It was a good place for the prey, though they were out in the open so were the predators.

Movement to his right and Ouranus stopped, slowly swinging his head around to gaze into the darkness. Nothing was after him this night, not in these woods but where he was going there were more then a few creatures that might like him dead. He was large enough to serve as a good meal for weeks if a single animal took him down. Flesh quivered, the chill of the night slowly settling in as if reminding him how cold it got on the forest floor and that he shouldn’t be messing around with a lone wolf. Crown lifted and once again he looked towards the path. Ahead the trees began to thin, getting smaller with more brush underneath, moonlight touched the ground, a signal that the forest was coming to an end. Beyond that was darkness, sheer darkness that eyes could not penetrate. That was where he was going. The forest was surrounded a sheer cliff wall and from a distance it seemed there was no way through or over it but upon closer inspection it seemed as if a crack ran from top to bottom near the middle.

This was what he loved about this place, these tress were one but they were surrounded by a bowel. Animals got in and out through this crack in the cliff but that was the only way. On the opposite edge the underground river system under these cliffs surfaced into a small lake, grass surrounding it and plants growing between the shores and where the ancient trees started. There was everything a creature needed to survive here but getting through the path was no easy task.

Dark enveloped him as he passed through the valley and entered the canyon. Hooves met something soft but the second he put any weight on them he sunk a bit and the sound that followed were like tiny bones being broken. There was no escaping it; rats covered the floor of this canyon just as cougars prowled the end of the canyon that allowed one to view the rest of the world. It was almost like having your own guards only if Ouranus wasn’t fast enough they would gladly kill him as well. He didn’t change his gait to try and skirt around the rodents just as they didn’t attempt to flee as great hooves came down to crush them. He was used to the sound, just as he was used to the dank scent mixed with putrid stench of rotting flesh. Used to the seemingly unendless darkness that stretched down the canyon that seemed hungry for any light. Used to the sound of pebbles as they skittered down the rock face from above, a sign that he wasn’t alone.

Once again light reached for him from ahead, white light that washed over his bi colored pelt. He didn’t look down at his legs, he’d seen the rat guts before and knew enough that he’d have to go find a river or pond before he met anyone. A growl from above but he was already free of the canyon walls and out of harms way. He needed to be out of the forest for a while. If he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps then there was a whole world out there to conquer.

Squeaking came from his right and ears flitted to find the source before massive head followed. A rat, but not that kind most would imagine, this one was pink and hairless like all the rats in the canyon, eyes red from generations without light. Ouranus must have stepped on his lover… Head lowered as he strided towards the thing but he didn’t stop, great hoof came down on the blind creature and bones cracked. Lips twitched in amusement, he could join his lover in the afterlife. If anyone said Ouranus didn’t have a heart they didn’t know him.

Great strides carried him effortlessly down the slope. Like he had said before, there was a whole world to conquer before him.

((not my best post but eh, might as well give it a shot ))

[S.t.a.t.i.c]

Your Display name;; S.t.a.t.i.c.
Your Character;; Tox
Activity Level;; little sparse but will increase in the next few days
What are you auditioning for?;; Neutral King
Entry Post;;
Great gusts of wind echoed through the valley walls, shredding the autumn leaves from their haven in the trees. Glowing Oranges and smooth browns twirled along the breeze regretfully, staring at the branches on which their flight carried them away from. The leaves of burnt golds and rich reds danced sorrowfully down from their perches on the breeze that so horribly ripped them from their holds, only to fall on the frost coated ground below. They lay small and sullen, just mere shadows of what they once were; of how magnificent they used to be, of how beautiful they made the aspen trees in their glorified colors of the changing seasons. Their small broken bodies, piled upon those fallen before them, littering the ground in their fading colors that lost their lust with each passing moment.

The moon’s setting light played on the leaves, tracing their delicate patterns. It’s elongated the shadows that played amongst the stars and dark ashen clouds began to retreat toward their caves in the dark places. The pink hues of the approaching day, began the chase, to frighten away the past night, claiming the expanse of sky as its own until the moon came to battle in the evening for its share of showing the world is glory.

As the sun rose from behind its veil of clouds, casting its warming gaze on the darken land, a creature could be seen making its way out of the safety of the barren ashen trees. The features declared this drake to be equine by the way his elegantly arched neck met with muscled shoulders. Hooves flicked out before him in such silent graze it was eerie. Early morning light shown down on his glossy pelt of light dappled slate, emphasizing the ripple of muscle underneath his taunt skin with each step and each breath he took. Dark chocolate hued eyes gazed curiously as the carpet of leaves before, amused at the crisp crackle the fallen vegetation offered to the music less morning.

Dark dove grey auds, flicked at the gentle call of the waking birds as chiseled featured head rose with nostrils flared as the crisp morning scents entered his lungs. Exhaling with a large cloud of mist that rose around his cranium, he picked up his pace, to an easy trot, over animating his knee action and gaily flicking out his hooves. He carried on this action until with a sudden burst of energy, ducked his head and let out a youthful snort. Dodging to the left, Tox kicked up his hind legs, in a playful buck then leaped after a few startled birds that flew away in fright, unsure why this stallion was acting have crazed and chasing them. Changing from bucks to a canter, the grey stallion flew down an old deer path, leaping and bounding all out of high spirits before jamming to a halt at the sight of a small bubbling stream. Lowering his nose to snort at the flowing water, the drake eyed it a moment before striking out with a foreleg, casting diamond droplets in every direction. With a squeal and a another thrust in the water, Tox leapt into the water with a jovial round of bucks. Spinning and rearing before taking off back up the trail on which he had traveled before, laughter playing his throat and excitement in his eyes.

As sudden as the childish blow of energy came, it passed. His gait was slowed to a bored walked as he wandered through the last bits of green grass, nibbling here and there before walking onto another clump.

[s i l e n t]

Your Display name;; s i l e n t
Your Character;; gentleman ghost
Activity Level;; on a scale of 1-10 I would say 9.So I pop in at least once or twice everyday, may miss a day though.
What are you auditioning for?;; dark king.
Entry Post;;

silence.oh, the word!it rang around in his head till it came to a whispering stop.silence is what he now wanted.it would calm his mixing emotions, temporally block out all insanity.oh, how he wished he did`t have them!them meaning what he had named his two bi-polar personality's.Shadow ; the one who was commanding, harsh, and slightly crazed. Dew ; the other one that was more calm and peaceful, and let him vent, the one that he preferred, because he seemed normal with it.with it!hah!he sounded like that one mare he had passed when coming here, that vain one, Pandora.she had been sticking things into her mane mumbling and looking at her reflection saying how good she looked with something of another on.his disease was not a bauble.it was a thing that would stick there and stay there.never to leave."What is wrong with me?"he asked a nearby stick.it did`t answer but in his head he imagined it did."Of course, but I never chose this path."the stick answered in his mind again."No, i don`t want it, its not like i love having it."the stick was silent.he sighed.bracing his front two hooves on the ground, he quickly stood himself up.Going into Shadow mode.His hooves made a perfect rhythm as he cantered away from the clearing.

He found himself soon following what looked like a old deer path.He looked at the hard packed ground.How many had followed this path before him?How large was the lead stag?Would deer be close?He kept a eye out for a deer bed, or any sign of what could be food.Ah, yes.The touchy subject of food.What did he exactly eat?He disliked grass, though he would eat it, that and flowers if he had to.But he mainly ate meat.Meat... thats what he needed now.He let the word flow in with the rhythm of his hooves.meat, meat, meat-meat, meat,meat,meat-meat.Soon his mind was set on finding a kill.it came to him quickly.it came in the form of a rabbit, darting across his path.he ran after it, remembering the smell of a kills blood.Catching up to it, he let his hoove fall down on the animals head.than his mind went black as he only focused on the kill.

he was finished quickly, and he kicked the bones aside, watching as it skited into a nearby bush. he would add them to his collection later.turning from the spot of the death, he started trotting.the farther away the less that the hunger would gnaw at him.what hunger?what hunger?you just ate?or is it the hungriness of something that is not there?is something missing?his mind mocked him."NO!"he screamed.The single word echoing around his form and the forests around him.but that single word would not shun the constant nagging of his mind.you know that you could always get another, trap it in , keep it with you and enclose it.never let it go.he sighed, casting his thoughts to the far corner of his mind.he focused on one thing, getting some were.getting away.he let his hooves take over his thinking.let his mind wander and go numb.he would end up some were.like always, unless he found a distraction.though finding one hardly ever happened.they all avoided him.

HIM!the nut case, the creep, the oddball, the one they cast aside.The one that they thought would end up amounting to nothing.oh, no, no, no.that would not happen. he would not let them take over his future.he could do it himself.he was going to be a king.yes!a King.the king of the darks, and after that the king of the whole sick world.He would gather mares, stallions, foals, all for his rule.He would actually visit them.he would hold decent meetings.he would use their ideas.best of all.... he would have a mate that would stand with him.one to follow him and be his personal companion.if something ever happened to her....Oh, those horses would be dead.if they put one hoove on her, one feather of a touched.Banned.Death.Never to be seen agian.Bainished.being a king would give him power.but no, he would`t go power mad, kings were only one step ahead of the ones they led.it would be unfair.he sighed, than turned his thoughts back to the present letting his beating hooves now calm his mind.

((, he is created, but just needs to be accepted.few.this was the longest post i have ever done.))