NEUTRAL KiNG--[audition]

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If you would like your character to be the Neutral King, please fill out the form and post it on this thread.

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Scenario: Write a passage in which your character is exploring Frithen's Drift. Describe their thoughts, feelings and what they're seeing, etc. Basically just use your imagination - anything goes. =D

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[Archer]

Soy told me too. And I figured I might as well. Yeah.

Name: Archer
Appearance: A bay stallion. Not overly large, but well built. He has dark brown fur which fades to black under his knees and on his muzzled, and a dark, tangled mane and tail.
Personality: Archer's nice enough if he wants to be. He's very patient and determined, and once he sets his mind on something he won't give up until he's got it. He's also rather peaceful and avoids fighting as much as he can; not because of cowardice, just because he views it as unnecessary. However he will fight if you make him really mad, and pretty much the only way to do that is to steal his mares. Even then, he's not so into fighting. He tends to be more of a sneak-up-behind-them-and-push-them-off-a-cliff kinda guy. (( I just copied it off his biography. Hope that's okay. ))
Scenario:

Dead fingers crawled across Archer's pelt as he pushed through the withered trees, the crooked remains of their branches stretching out claw like hands to snag at his already matted mane, which since his arrival here had picked up several new hangers on; bits of charred twig snagged into the dark tangles and clung on determinedly.
"Gloomy place, this," he thought to himself in all cheerfulness, as he crushed little bits of ash underfoot. Not, perhaps, the sort of location that he might expect the usual center of his attentions to roam - i.e pretty mares- but it had it's attractiveness. Admittedly in a grey, dead sort of way. Perhaps only those with slightly twisted tastes might understand it's appeal.
The sonance of rushing water invaded his senses and jerked him out of his thoughts. Steps driven by curiosity led him towards the source until he came upon a river slicing between the trees on it's tumbling way to, presumably, somewhere. The bay noticed the swiftness with which in thundered by (perhaps it was late,) and decided not to risk a swim, in case of finding himself whisked along with it. He wandered as close to the edge as he dared and dipped his muzzle in for a taste. The current immediately rushed up his nose, and he took a hurried step back, snorting to clear himself of the unpleasant sensation. Rather more cautiously, he risked another try, and after much twisting and turning he managed to angle his head so the water got in his mouth and not up his nose. He still found he had to raise his head every few seconds to swallow and breath. After a while the bay found himself wondering if this was perhaps a little more trouble than it was worth. Archer stepped back and breathed in with great relief before settling into a more relaxed, and dignified, position. He bent his head to examine the few blades of grass still poking bravely through the ravaged ground, and, after huffing the clinging trails of smoke and ash away he took a cautious nibble. A little dry, perhaps. Maybe he could dunk them in the river.
After a few more unenthusiastic bites, Archer shook his head and wandered back towards the crippled trees. In spite of the strange grass, grabby trees and getting water up his nose he still rather liked it here. He sighed and settled down in the shadows.

(Sorry about the ending. Endings are not my best point.)