DARK KiNG--[audition]

[..!INZ.z]

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

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

Good luckz. xxx

[s o y ღ]

-whisper- When are all these due?
Not just dark.. but... everyone?

[..!INZ.z]

-shrug- Dunno. xD
Sorry if I've done it wrong - I just remember us saying we were going to audition the king positions..?

[s o y ღ]

Ummm... I think I forgot. xD I lost the link to Talibon. ;.;

Anyway, I'm probably not going to audition for King, 'cuz none of my stallions are good leaders. xD Tock is paranoid, and Leo has... other things on his mind.
Lawlz.

-whispers- I think you should try out for Light King with Ruben, it'll be kind of... like old times for him,I guess. x)

[..!INZ.z]

Lulz, I probably won't... I don't want to hog all the good positions while someone else might want them. =]

[s o y ღ]

Are you planning on auditioning for more than one king?
... what other good spots are there?

... It would be fun to be king, but I can't... maybe one of my mares will become queen, lol. xD
Prolly not, though. x) Marree has better things to do, and Silk... well, she's not exaclty desirable. xD Besides; she is still waiting for Dom. =33

[[ Bav™]]

I am not going to audish, but for whomever is aduitioning for dark king, Riofitz will do his upmost to annoy you character =]

Rio is feeling territorial to what he believes is his, but I think it shall be more fun to play him as a loner first. -cackles- Bav and her darks.

[s o y ღ]

Oh geez; I though j00 was gonna audition for Dark King! =o! Part of the reason I was scared away from it. xD
Tee-hee; he and Leo shall be fun together. xD

Just wondering... are you planning on playing Dom? If not, perhaps it is time for my poor little Silk to move on... and if you are, they will have to work things out! xD! silleh horsies and their issues. (;

[[ Bav™]]

I have never been king by having my character fight for it before, and it really isn't often that you see it, but I might pm whoever takes this role and chat . I want to give someone else the chance to have this position, although I shall perhaps be challenging them at a later date. :/ Me dont know.

Dom, I havn't yet decided whether or not to bring him in, it might be a history best left alone, perhaps silky-poo deserves to move on, but then we never really got back into it last time, 3rd times lucky or so they say. What does j00 think?

Note: I will move these posts at a later date so as to not clog up this thread.

[..!INZ.z]

Squeezing myself back into this convo. ^^

I wasn't planning on auditioning for anything else. It just seems kind of weird, auditioning to myself and then accepting myself. Lulz. I'd rather give other people a chance.

I think it'd be way interesting if Rio fought for it. We could make a plot. =O

[[ Bav™]]

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It's weird how in states in the rules that you can fight for land and shizzle and yet barely anybody does! Oh yush, I do like plots -rubs hands together-

[s o y ღ]

Hmmmm... no one would want her anyway, lol. xD She might've gone the tiniest bit bi-polor. =33 Among with many other things... But, if you wanted to, they could see each other /at least/ once more... to say goodbye or work things out and schtuff. x)

Heh; plots are fun. =D Dun forget how Ru and Leo are gonna fight. x) ...
-agrees with Bav- I've only seen /two/ fights, both on White Darkness... lawlz; only one was for a position.

[..!INZ.z]

Strange, lul, I've seen loads of fights. xD
Although, not so many on proboards, to be fair...

Oh yush; where are they going to run into each other, Soy hun?
I was going to post Ru on Silk's board, but if her and Dom are having a reunion I'll keep him out of there for now. =D

[s o y ღ]

-shrugs-
Silk would luff to see Ru again, too. x) Maybe then he won't feel alone in being slightly (or more, lawlz) crazy. xD

I think her and Dom are getting back together. =33

[Spaz All Ya Want To]

// Okey dokey...//

Name: A Shimmer Of Crystal
Appearance:

Personality: Crystal is silent and observant. She is quick on her toes ((or should I say hooves? Corny, I know...)) She seems absent minded, nearly stupid, but is quiet and thoughtful on the inside. It is her way, and the way she is. She has a natural hatred for everyone, and everything, but death and the devil himself.
Scenario:

ve Become So Numb --

-- Can't Feel You There --

-- ve Become So Tired --

[C]aught In The Undertow.


...flee from me...

...or have your heart destroyed...

...and your soul ripped out....

...for i am no ordinary banshee...

...i am the reaper...

These words were familiar to the banshee, for she'd said them many times. They were not true, your heart and soul would only be bloodstained. Then again, what isn't in this cruel world? But she had no doubts that the heartbroken were her own doing, and didn't truly mind being the source of pain. But when it was her own family, that's what set her on fire inside. She'd closed herself against the knowing they'd been beaten, scarred, and left for dead.

...she'd ran...

Somehow, these thoughts had echoed eerily in her mind when she'd entered this place. The beautiful plains had stretched as far as she could see, and her long pillars carried her forward. Into the shadows of the dark lands. She didn't care, she had every right to be here, anyone did. Just as the young stallions came and went, mares ventured here looking for a one night stand. She wouldn't be suprised if she found one, and wouldn't object if it was a good enough brute.

But that was rare. None truly wanted her, from what she'd been through. They'd speak to her, but when they saw her true nature, they'd flee. Leaving her with the burden of their foal, and she didn't have any appreciation for it. She could remember those faithless brutes, the wretched days she spent being someone she wasn't.

And now, in this empty place, she could be who she wished. Though the life of a witch isn't to be shared, she does it so wonderfully, it makes tears spring to the eyes of those who witness her pain. Crystal closed her lids at that thought, forcing her mother's voice from her mind. She shook her crown to flee from it, and it vanished as quickly as it had come.

Her lids fluttered open, to catch the gaze of many brutes turning to stare. She snorted lightly, seeing the lust sprinkle their gaze. She lashed her tail, as if inviting one to play. And they moved forward, but stopped at a scream. Her attention turned to a large brute atop a hill a short distance away. He glared at the herd, and stepped fluidly towards her.

The lead has dibs, how pathetic.

She didn't voice this, but felt so like screaming at him. She controled her anger as he came nearer, and sidled against her, questioning her name. She felt him round her rump, probbing his nose into her. She refused to attack yet, but felt like kicking him squarely in the head. He turned and pressed against her, raising his nape, trying to get it above her's.

She smirked, lowering her dial so his was above her. She could see the desire burning deep in his blue pools, and merely smiled lightly at him, as if she truly wanted him. Was he ignorant? Or stupid? She didn't care, but knew she'd have her chance in a matter of time.

He lowered his dial to her's, ear close to her maw. He questioned her name again. "And what is your name, dove?" She smirked, dark pools glinting with the flames that licked her gut. And it was ablaze. She opened her maw, blowing lightly into his ear, which flicked away before back again. Oh, how she'd always wanted to do this.

Your Worst Nightmare.

In a quick movement, she was latched onto his throat. She pulled, and skin ripped, allowing blood to fall against her own neck, chest, and down her forelegs. She grinned evilly, watching the stallion fall to his side and convulse. Her gaze narrowed, smile faded to a frown. It was too easy. She hated not having a challenge.

She felt a power as the stallion's last breath left him, and his body lay still. She turned, and the colt's and young stallion's backed a pace, fear replacing what once was lust for the magnificent beauty before them. She didn't care, couldn't with what was surging through her veins. The blood of another, and the burning desire to kill and never be slain.

Her pillars carried her forward, her massive frame was raised higher than the others, standing tall against the threat of any other horse to challenge her. And yet, one did. A palomino brute lept from the herd, lashing at her with his forelegs and flying bites. She slipped to the side, letting him fall past her and tumble down the hill. She watched him, interest lacking.

He stood, and glared at her, then moved to the fallen leader's body. Then it came to her. Fallen father and a vengeful son. The palomino kneeled beside the chestnut brute, then lay with him, his nape over the larger beast's back. She snorted, turning her back on the scene, but couldn't help but feel the hurt that clouded her vision. She shook it away, not wanting it to get in the way of her new leadership.

Her lids fluttered open, and she decided to count up the herd. She cantered to a large hill, and crested it, looking down upon the horses below.

3 colts.

11 yearlings.

13 stallions.

She smirked. Her chances of rising above all else were good, and she finally had the herd to lead. She reared up, tossing back her dial and letting whip with a shrill scream. She tossed forward her harks, glaring at the herd when they did not join. She bellowed out a neigh, and reared again. Another scream was emitted, and she could hear the voices of those below joining in.

She came down, her echoing voice fading. It was clearly voicing out of the terra, and she didn't really care. She turned on her hind legs, and took off at a swift gallop. Those behind soon fell into step, and she rounded into the trees, dipping and diving through them into the deeper woods. She was testing them, seeing who would make it. By the time she came out they would be picked out, her army.

She neared the edges of a river, and overtook it with a flying leap. She landed lightly, letting her dial toss upwards, her whipcord lashing violently at her neck. Her thick banner flowing gently behind her. She raced through the trees, and finally came to the fields again. She crested a hill and turned then. She was slightly suprised.

All had made it.

Good...

They were breathing hard, and many had lain down. She would need to train them. But first, she would have a babe. But which one of these worthless brutes would bear her foal? None. She'd find another. In time. These lumps of flesh needed training, to be as she was. Powerful, yet elegant. Beautiful, and vicious in a second. She'd be what she had to be, and do what was needed.

[T]o Survive.


[T]ired Of Being What You Want Me To Be.

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-- o Much More Aware --

-- m Becoming This --

-- ll I Want To Do --

-- s Be More Like Me --

-- nd Be Less Like You.

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status -- complete
muse -- nonexistent

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