Auditions

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<sup>Ok so we've got the herds and lands. What we need now are the VIPs. Here you can audition for them, the post auditioned with must be atlleast 3 paragraphs and 250-300 words. With them being VIPs they should have longer posts than the others. Include who you're auditioning for.

Royal Herd
The queen -Lunacy- Lunacy

Exiled
The king-character name- role player name.
The queen-character name- role player name.
Destiny-role player name.

Gallivanters
The king-character name- role player name.
The queen -Cinnamon- [ Soul ]

Beatniks
The king-Seon- Askuma
The queen-Fate- Umbreon.</sup>

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Audition for Gallivanters queen...

I raised my legs in the air, a whinny escaping my ivory maw. I raised my legs, head held high, boa straight as I swished my banner. I nickered, my bad ass attitude showing. I never take any sh*t from anyone. I'd been taught well. Though my mother had never liked me my father and I had been close, we'd bonded over laughing at my mother when her back was turned. If I'd been my mother I would have found out. But she was blonde (and stupid) at heart. I am extremely proud of not taking after her. I only had the toffee coloured orbits of my mother, nothing else thankfully. Warm breath escaped my nasils as I cantered, I was not afraid to be me.

Painted bodice glided across the land, that bodice was mine. I was graceful and smooth with whatever I did. Except for speaking, I could be more tactful but people have learnt not to question me. But not here. But I'd teach them not to mess me around. Remember Cinnamon don't rush into anything to soon, go gradually. Don't worry Mr fussyboots Hmm... I smiled, the voice in my head always gave me the best advice I could ask for. It guided me through life. I've not gone worn with my voice. MY voice. No-one knew about it, not even my Dad and I'd been closest to my father. It was a secret. My secret, maybe, just maybe, if I find someone perfect for me I'll tell them. If, if I find someone.

Which I probably won't as aparently I am 'Compeletly Unlikable' Quote from my mother. Bit rich coming from her. She's a total sl*t. She'll flirt with people behind Fathers back. And her name was 'Diamond' and she'd always say ' Diamond- To die for.' Who would die for her? No really. Even father wouldn't. And my mother grew up with humans. She'd suck up to them. I'm so glad I wasn't raised with humans. I need to be free, I slowed to a walk, my legs stretching out. I didn't stop still, I probably wouldn't be able to move again after stopping. You like. I like sehr much. Ok, We're not in germany Cinnamon Spoilsport. Also with my voice I always have fun. Which is 'gut, sehr gut'. I could just imagine my mother standing there shaking her head. Just coz I hadn't been her perfect Daughter. Well I am sorry. Not...

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S E O N

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Seon lifted his head to the sky as a flock of birds took flight, black shadows drifting over his as they flew off into the blue. he smiled softly, closing his eyes and letting the nearly dead breeze ruffle his mane and move his tail. Such freedom the birds had, they weren't bound to this earth, weren't bound to dead places such as thes. He was bound. Bound to this earth, bound to his herd, bound to Artemis. Bound to his Queen. But that was hardly a binding that he didn't enjoy. To no other being he wished to be bound to more then her. To no one else would he ever be bound to. But he'd been neglecting her recently, wandering ever further from her sight and away from her side. He kepy his eyes closed and didn't lower his head, even as the breeze failed.

It wasn't that he was purposely avoiding his Queen, nor that he had no desire to see her. But the ever wanting desire to move, to wander that drew him away from her. He wasn't used to staying in one place. She would watch over the herd. He wanted so much to stay still, to stop and control his moving hooves but he couldn't. Wandering was a habit, like flying was to a bird and killing was to a wolf. It was something he always did.

He was startled when he heard her voice, calm and cold with icy tones. Hazel eyes flew open to see her standing in front of him, resting one leg on it's flint with one ear pinned back. He smiled softly and shyly, like a boy awaiting a scolding. He should not have wandered so far from her. He moved fowards, head dipping low as each hoof struck the ground. He reached out with pink-grey lips to brush her shoulder. He expected a hit to be sure.

"Indeed my fair Queen. I am most sorry for wandering from your side, but it is what I am used to."

memories :: hope the audition is okay...

[Lunacy]

<sup>Auditioning for Royal Queen.[this is a post I did for this character on another RP, hope thats alright. I swear, they're not all like this. I usually post in the 500-800 range. ]

LUNACY

Da da dum, da da dum...
Her flintfalls made a sweet melody against the meadow's lithosphere. T'was amazing..how such a simple thing could be interpreted as beautiful, graceful. Not many 'quines took the time to examine these things. The simple sound of their own hoofbeats, even the melodic flow of a river. The world truly isn't that complex...you just have to take the time to realize this. Lunacy, the well known queen of Sunset Beach, tri beated through the meadow. She had more time lately to realize these things. She was getting older, there was no question about that. Things were slower these days...there was less and less drama as each day went by. She had certainly mellowed out. Or was that just what she wanted herself to think? Maybe things were slower, but she was still unsure of herself. She was more nervous these days. She had lost weight, and slept less. And yet, she still had her flawless beauty. An aura of love and kindness constantly surrounded her, never failing. She may be aging, but she only got wiser.

Things had been so different...Since Nessarose drowned. Oh, how it pained her just to think of it! Her dearest daughter. Nessarose was like her only filly. Sure, Eclipse was her fawn. But Nessa was closer to Lunacy. Eclipse still hated her, she was sure. So to Lunacy, Nessarose was her only daughter after having colts. This made her more special. It made Lunacy cherish her more than her colts. Why? She knew Pollux and Adante would be okay once they left. But Nessa? She would always be Lunacy's baby. Well, Would. Now, as far as Lunacy knew, Nessarose was dead. Forever lost at sea.

Lost at sea. Those words were so powerful! The ocean was so large... Lunacy knew, she had once crossed it! Many months on a crowded ship. She knew the sea was practically never-ending. And that was what pained her most. Her daughter had been sucked in by it. Lunacy would never see her again. Never even find her lifeless body! The palomino fae slowed her gait as she thought of this. Every time she daydreamed of the obsidian flicka, it felt as if she was being pierced in the heart. Finally, her gait came to a walk. Tears were pricking in her orbs. She didn't cry when Pollux left, she didn't cry when Cloud died. But now? Her dearest Nessarose...she just couldnt hold the tears in. She halted, resting her climax against a tree. And at this moment, her pent up sadness flowed out. In chassis-shaking sobs, she mourned her dear beloved belle. She grieved, her tears staining her auriferous visage, then pooling on the dusty topography. By the time she was done, her lampistra were red and bloodshot. She took a deep breath, her sobs finally stopping. She raised her climax and looked 'round. It felt so good to be able to cry alone. Sometimes she just needed that-being solitary. It was refreshing. She gave a small sigh. What to do now? The crying had stopped, but she was honestly still overwhelmed with grief. She pulled into a walk once more, continuing to wander.

Retinas peered around, but caught sight of something. Lunacy wandered into a small thicket in the meadow and came upon a small bush of flowers. They were pure black, but stunningly beautiful. Lunacy smiled. A meager smile, just lifting the corners of her labios, but a smile all the same. These flowers were just like Nessarose. Darkly Beautiful. Wonderful, and unique. The honey dipped femme grasped a small boquet of them in her mug, and turned away, now duo beating. Finally, she had something to do! An offering to her flicka's grave. As she ingresses, she reminisces on her flicka's life. Nessarose was born stubborn, running off after just a few hours of birth! Lunacy hated to admit it, but she was just like her father. She was stubborned and headstrong. But Lunacy liked that about her. Having Mirror as a father gave her unique traits. Nessa had the dark powers to be cunning and evil, but she had always resisted the urges, always turned away from the dark side. Oh, how she loved her!

Lunacy was near to her destination. Her scythes now tread upon a sandy beach, exiting the meadow she was in before. The beach. The ocean had always been a friend to her. At least up until this point. It had killed her daughter, after all. But Lunacy didn't hold grudges. She loved the ocean. And now especially, she would never leave it. It held the memories she would forever cherish. She was forever bound to this place, the harem in which her flicka had lived her short life on this beautiful earth. Ah, and here was the water. Lunacy halted before it, just in far enough that the aqua covered her flints.

Dear Beloved,
It is your turn to listen.

Lunacy lowered 'er cranium and released the black flower, watching the waves crash onto it, then take it out to sea. Just as they did her dear Nessarose. Lunacy then raised her cranium and stared out over the horizon, her Retinas fixed on the surface of the aqua, as if expecting her filly's visage to pop up over the waves. She just stared...not moving at all, except to flick her whipcord to rid her ensemble of the pesky flies that inhabited this place. oh, if she could just see her once more!

I need you like the ocean needs the tides.

As she stared at the sea, her dreambox reeled. What a long, strange trip it's been. She thought. She came here a young femmora, ready for a new start, ready for anything! She found Cloud. Her beloved Cloud. Of course, Freedom was her lover now, the first 'quine in her life. But she would never forget Cloud. He taught her how to love. She was forcebred by Freedom, and had Eclipse. But that was another story. A long, brutal story. She wouldn't forget that either, not matter how hard she tried. Then came Cloud and Her's flicka, Golden Rise. Her first intentional child. She smiled at the mere thought of the honey kissed femme. But then she left. She went with Lexis, hoping for a new life. Her dear Cloud left also, but he did not just go to another terra. He left Heaven's Valley altogether. Lunacy went to the Flowered Tressils, but not for long! Alas, in her first few days she met the dear Freedom. This was her first experience at 'love at first sight'. She was immediately attracted to him, and begged entrance to his herd. They were young and smitten, she was soon appointed queen. Then they decided to have a babe. Resulting in Adante, their lovely chestnut and ivory son. He was followed by Pollux, then Nessarose. But Nessa was another story. She wasn't Freedom's child, even though she may claim he was. Lunacy was forcebred by Mirror. But to this day, Lunacy does not regret that the horrible stallion bred her. Because he gave her a blessing, not a curse. If she could, she would even thank him! Because Nessarose was the best thing that ever happened to her. The most amazing being she had ever brought into this world.Oh, if Only she were still here.
If Only, if only.

Lunacy raised her Climax higher, retinas shining bright with the ray of hope. All she wanted was her flicka back! Her heart was pained, never to be healed. She parted her kissers and emitted a shrill bellow. It rang through the harem.

"I love you."

Harks twitched, as if awaiting an answer. But none was heard. Of course, none was heard! The flicka was dead. Or so Lunacy thought. So she turned away, Tri beating once again. A fire of fury ran through her heart, breaking it further and mixing with the sadness and grief. Why did it have to be her? That d**n tsunami...was God trying to punish Lunacy? And the others..She knew Adante loved her, and Pollux too. Freedom treated her as his own daughter! And Forsaken, poor, poor forsaken. Nessarose's beloved king. She loved him so much, and Lunacy knew he returned the affection. His little heart couldn't possibly take it! She hadn't seen him since that horrid day...she wondered what he had done with himself.

She was angry. Angry at herself for not saving her daughter, and angry at God. Oh why, Oh why did he have to do this to her! d**n her to hell for thinking this blasphemy, but why couldn't he choose someone else to die! Was she paying for some horribe deed she had once committed? A sin from a past life? She tossed her apex and let out another call. However, this one was not in loving memory, but a frustrated scream of grief. Soon, she grew tired from her gallop. Her barrel was damp with sweat, and her breathing heavily. She halted abruptly, shaking from her hysterics, and fear. What was she doing? Why did she have to be so..so...strange? One moment she was happy, the next she was cursing God! She threw her chassis into the sand, Her cranium falling onto the soft lithosphere. She lay there. She thought it would be a good day...but really, it was her first day of mourning. She had finally come to terms with the death of her flicka. She knew she was gone, and supposed she had to get on with her life. She just didn't want to. She shut her orbs. All she wanted to do was lay here. And when she opened her occuls, maybe, just maybe, there would be an onyx flicka standing before her.

Maybe, Just Maybe.

Moments later, she felt something brush her shoulder. Her golden pelt twitched, trying to rid herself of the nuisance. But it stayed. She felt it crawl down her fore appendage, hopping like a bird. A bird? She opened her orbs and lifted her cranium to see a jet-black raven perched atop her piston. Ah, so it was not just a pesky piece of sea grass, but an actual bird. How strange, for a raven to be there. She thought it would be avoiding humans. Thopters were the only creature flightier than she. She moved her mug towards the winged being, a rush of carbon emitting from her nares. But it did not stir. She nudged it curiously. It lifted its wings and took a few steps back. But still, he did not take flight. Lunacy laid there staring at him, pondering this. Then it struck her. With another pang to the heart, her mind was brought into remeniscence. Why, this was no ordinary bird. 'Twas Fiyero! It was strange indeed, to know a bird by name! But it was true, this wasn't the first time Lunacy had met the being. This was Nessa's familiar of sorts. A friend she had made during her first hours of life. When Lunacy had given birth to Nessa, she had soon after run off. That was just the beginning of the stubborn flicka's life! She had found the raven and made friends with it, as that was during her dark phase and she could not make other friends. The poor soul, she was so lost. But once she had become lighter and met Forsaken, Lunacy hadn't seen the bird. And now, after Nessa was gone, it was back. How curious.

The raven gave a loud caw, and took flight. But it didn't go far. He hovered just over Lunacy's chassis, as if waiting. Lunacy looked to it, puzzled. She must be in hysterics...Why, she's gone crazy! Did she really believe that this raven wanted her to follow him? Well, things couldn't get worse. Could they? Her daughter was dead, she was half dead herself. She was going insane. So she stood, shaking the sand off of her pelt and out of her tresses. Then she looked to the raven. It seemed pleased. It gave another caw and began to fly to the north, along the beach. Lunacy followed at a swift tri-beat. Her flints made small craters in the sand, but only to be washed away by the tide as it came in. She breathed deeply the salty air. oh, how she loved it here.

Fiyero went farther, into a part of Sunset Beach that was unknown to Lunacy. It was a small cove, and if you looked out into the ocean, you could see a small island. The raven slowed, and finally came to a stop, perching on a large chunk of rock. Lunacy halted also and looked to him, completely and utterly confused. Lunacy gave a sigh. That was just like her, chasing things unreal. There was nothing special about this bird. It had just brought her to a place she didn't know of. Perfectly useless. There wasn't even a soul in sight! She looked around, gazing out into the horizon. Then her retinas caught sight of something on that faraway island. A small black figure. Her audits perked forward and her retinas grew wide. Could it be? The island was so far away, she couldn't make out wether it was an equine or not, but her heart rose with hope. She reared, throwing her cranium in the air. Then she released a loud bugle, calling for her daughter Nessarose. But when she looked back, flints making contact with the ground, she realized she was mistaken. The figure parted into a few pieces, flying away. It was not Nessa at all, but a group of birds, spooked at Lunacy's call. She gave a small sigh. So now her eyes were playing tricks on her! And what motive had this wretched bird? Leading her nowhere...making her become unhopeful once again.

She lowered her climax in defeat. So mayhap she would never find her daughter, maybe she was really dead. The raven took flight once more, landing again on Lunacy's nape. From here it did not move. And Lunacy let it stay upon its perch. She began to walk along the shore once more, coming to an area where trees and rocks were right beside the ocean, leaving her only a small path to walk on. She continued her short journey along the sea, her orbs still bloodshot from her earlier crying. Everything was a little blurry, she was blinded by grief. Then her retinas caught sight of something once more. She wandered over to a jagged rock, in the water where it was about three inches deep. Around the side of the rock was wound a small lock of hair. Black hair. Lunacy stared at it and gave a small smile. She then looked out to the ocean. She saw nothing. But there was this lock of Nessa's tresses, and that was enough to give her hope. Perhaps she didn't die at all. Perhaps she had saved herself, and is now wandering the beach looking for her mother.

oh, how in desolate times, all you need is this little boost of hope! She combined the hair and the raven, she could only assume it was an omen. Something was telling her her daughter was still alive. She turned 'round and looked up to the beach, sending another bugle. She didn't expect an answer now, but maybe, maybe someday. She just had to find her daughter. She lunged into a tri-beat up the hill towards the forest, worry in her heart, but it was nonetheless lifted. She had found hope, and that was all she needed.</sup>

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Askuma;;--Seon is now our beatnik king
Lunacy;;--Lunacy is now our Royal queen. Very good, long post there!

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F a t e ;; for the Beatnik Land Q U E E N

Fate ;;

I was feeling extremely uneasy today. It was as if the world was pounding its heart beneath my hooves, and if I made one wrong move the world would fail. And I would be the one who was responsible for it all. That made me slower than normal. My family would be sad. I was usually so open and obnoxiously loud, but today I walked at a steady slow pace. It would be weird for any of my family members to see me now, like this, slow and unwilling to go much farther.

I walked slowly towards the king, being in the most leisurely pace I could possibly manage. It wasn’t often that I was like this. I was thinking about being the queen – queen of a new land that not many knew about. It felt as if I could jump, but I didn’t. Instead, I was left; seeming and feeling new to the world immensely. Seemed as if my normal pace was like what I was doing now. My face was a serene peace, much like a sister of mine; Sealined. Although I hadn’t loved her much, I now understood her. What it must have felt to be like this every day! If anything, I felt pity towards her. And I had treated her in such a way! Horrified of myself, I started walking – or trotting, as you could say – faster towards a taller hill in the Beatnik lands.

My heart pounding, I stepped forwards. I looked over the plains, and I sighed. This was going to be hard. I was not used to being away from my family, my friends. And this was all that I had now. There was this strong urge – instinct – that told me to go back to where I was before. But one thing was for sure, I knew that this was where I belonged. Not back there with my family and friends, but here in this outer land. This place that I didn’t even know about. I never did know about this until I had gotten here. It was so unusual, I hadn’t even known about the place.

It really shouldn’t be that hard for me, but it makes no sense for me to be here. It makes absolutely no sense. The only reason I was here in the first place was because – well, because I had followed my mind and not my instincts. It had been a first. All other times, I had listened to my urge and my instincts. This time, I listened to my mind and my heart. It was what I had thought for me to do. That was all. It was a different thing, and I now embraced it. That meant that I was supposed to do what I had been doing for so little time, now I knew that I had been right and true to do what my mind and my heart had been urging me to do so harshly.

“I’m here, now what can I do for you?” I whispered out, the breeze catching my words as I spoke. I was true to my heart and my mind, and this would be forever what I could do as a horse of this land.

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Umbreon;;-- Fate is now our beatnik queen welcome to Otious!

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[Whiskey Lullaby]

Audition for Exiled queen...

Whiskey Lullaby

A whispery breeze flowed through the air, rustling the tree's leaves, blowing leaves back and forth. In the meadow, the grass bended to the direction of the wind. The sky was a dark color. Dark grey,black, and blue. The colors of an upcoming storm.The storm, had been lurking for a while, like a predator. Then the next thing you knew, it has struck. Equine's were taking shelter, weither this was in the tree's, or in a cave some where. Not a normal horse would be out in this type of weather. The sound of a soft beat of hooves against the ground was heard. Only one. The rest of the equine's had took imediate shelter, but oh not this mare. She was one of independence, and curage. Always getting into things she didn't belong by or near. It was just the red roan's nature.

A low snicker came from the equine as she snapped her tail against her flanks, ears pinned softly. Only a few hundred yards away, a flash of lightening light up the air, and started a old, rotton tree on fire. Soon after the lightening came a low booming of thunder. Boring. The essa muttered under her breath as she watched the tree, now a blaze completely. She could feel the heat, as she stood there. Normally a tree on fire set a equine running the other way, not this mare. Chuckling softly her pillars moved her closer to the tree. The air was humid and dry, the rain hadn't yet started falling. Only lightening and thunder.The tree was mixed colors of red, orange and yellow. Something that Whiskey had seen before.

Grumbling quietly under her breath, the red roan quarter cross looked at the tree, which was now right infront of her. A loud crack split the silence of the humid air, and lit a second tree on fire. Snickering once more, Whiskey watched as a lightning bolt landed close to her. But yet again, she didn't move. Nothing made her move. Nothing. A loud clap of thunder, was soon followed by heavy rains. The one tree that had first started buring was done, the second just begining. Whiskey turned her bodice to watch it burn. Burn Baby Burn. The mare said out loud, and to no one in particualr.

*Should be around 3?? words.*

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Whiskey Lullaby;;-- Whiskey Lullaby is now our exiled queen have fun!

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