x..Vilifier..x
Royalty
Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
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Post by x..Vilifier..x on Aug 4, 2007 3:35:35 GMT -5
Ok. This will be done differently than it would have done. Now I hope that you have read the story of the beginning. There is only five horses, the other two have already been taken up by me because I know exactly what they need to be like and how to rp them. Please use the stats that I give you to create a try out post for the horse and state which horse you are trying out for. The auditions need to please be at least 1000 words long.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Aug 4, 2007 14:53:46 GMT -5
A dark palomino stallion walked across the river and over to the other side. His dark pelt shone in the dimming sunlight of the day. This was his favorite time to walk, he was alone and most of the creatures were out and running around, getting ready for the dark night. He walked past a group of deer that were getting in a last meal. As he kept walking past them he looked closer and saw a doe lying down in the tall grass. Her sides moved up and down quickly. He relized that the doe was going to give birth. He smiled and stopped to watch her. She began to push and a fawn came out, it's spots were shinning because of the sack around it. But before the doe could clean the fawn off she began to push again and another fawn came out. The stallion smiled and then he went on his way so he could leave the new mother alone with her babies. He walked until he got over to his peak. He looked around and he saw his brother's and sister's kingdom from where he stood. The land seemed dark to him, but it was kind of always dark over there. A chill ran through his body, he didn't like looking over there. It was all death and sadness. His brother killed inncoent animals so he could make his kingdom bigger. The animals that had gotten away from the mad king came over to his own land, the peaceful, kind land. The stallion turned his head and walked down his peak, he could never help his brother out. The stallion moved into a trot and trotted over into the forest that was near him. He looked around as the sun's light became less in the trees. He looked on the ground and saw leaves and little snakes moving on the ground. He watched his steps as he walked through their home. He moved back into a trot when he knew he wouldn't step on a snake. He looked around as he trotted, he had been in the forest just a day before, but he didn't get to see the whole thing. There was not much breeze in the forest and it was humid. The stallion got a little bit of a light sweet blanket on his back and under his mane. He slowed down when he heard the sound of a stream. He moved towards it and found a very clear stream. It was running down the land towards the huge lake that was in the middle of his land. He bent down and drank some of the clear, cold water. He pulled his head back up and he saw an owl in the tree near him. He dipped his head to the owl and he got a hoot from it. The King smiled and then he stepped over the stream to get on the other side. He kept walking until he got to a meadow. He saw deer and butterflys all around. The light was getting dimmer and the King knew it was time for him to get back, but he had to keep going. He moved into a trot and moved through the meadow. It was miles that he trotted and once he got to where he needed to be, the sky was dark. He saw mountians all around the meadow, keeping the deer in. He breathed the sent of the mountians and he felt the cool breeze of the night. The stallion smiled when he felt the breeze. He was in charge of the breeze, and like him it never changed through out the years. They were both young and they would both live forever. The stallion turned back around and he moved into a canter. He had to get home to his mate. He loved her, she was his life. If she wasn't with him then he wouldn't be able to live. Even if his heart was still beating and air was still going in and out of his lungs. He slowed down to a trot when he went back through the forest and back to a canter he went once he was out. He lept over the river in a clear jump and he cantered back to his home and to his life. While he looked about his land he thought about himself being born. Who was his mother, and how did the world get this way? The stallion's brain worked until he got to his home land. He looked around and saw the small hill with the cave inside. He walked slowly towards it. He greeted the horses around him. He had horses from newborn to twenty years of age in his main herd. He knew there were other herds in his land and he had meet most of them. He saw one of his favorite foals. She was a small roan filly. Her mother had died while giving birth to her and his heart had gone out to the filly. He walked over to her and touched her head. The filly woke up and a smile came on her face. The stallion lied down next to her and he talked to her about the deer and the new fawns. He told her he would take her the next morning to see them. The filly smiled and then he got up and nuzzled her side. The filly slowly went back into sleep. The stallion watched her and then he walked over to his cave. He watched as the grass around his hooves got small drops of due on them, even though it was too early to get due. Then he looked up and saw the rain clouds. He stopped and felt the wind, it wasn't a storm, just rain. He shook his mane as the rain got harder and he saw the roan filly get up and trot to a tree and she lied under it and fell asleep once more. The stallion finally got to his cave when the rain began to pour down. He watched as the herd ran for some cover. He smiled and then walked to the back of the cave and lied down. He began to think about the day, and what he held. Life, death, sorrow, rain. Somethings that were good and some that weren't. The stallion sighed and lied his head down on the cold ground. Soon he was asleep and he went off into his dream world.[/size] .Name. Kanake .Gender. Stallion .Age. immortal .Breed. no breed .Colour. dark palomino with light dapples and an almost white mane and tail. .Kingdom. Elladeg .Personality. He is kindhearted and gentle. He loves most creatures and won't harm anything unless it is really needed but he is a warior and knows how to fight. He is loyal to his mate and will always stand by her side and protect her no matter what because he truly does love her. He has the power of wind, he could make gusts of wind strong enough to destroy rock if he wanted to but he rarely ever uses his power. .Picture. www.neilnk.com/images/king072404.jpg
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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Aug 4, 2007 22:55:23 GMT -5
In The Night She Wanders
In the night she wanders, nothing but a wraith. Each footful thuds a dull beat across the sod. Each footfall takes her further across her realm. It is a realm of power. Made so by its leaders. Jaggered mountains fringe the North-East boarders, casting omnious shadows. The foresaken resided there. Plains and hills consisted of the main part of the terra, with a dark, dangerous forest and a mysterious lake. It was a land of power indeed, mixed with the beauty that made it home. This was Grisken. A shadow of a smile turns the mare's librums upwards. Who is she? Well thats rather a silly question isnt it. For who else would dare stride across the grand kingdom of Grisken but the rightful queen. Shabri. Her name harsh yet suiting to her image of beauty. She be the holder of imortal beauty, yet a dangerous beauty as well. Many had fallen to her twisted traps of deciete and lies, for her own benifits and gains. Hers and her lords. Ahhh another suiting image for those who behold it. The queen standing beside her king in all their glory. The pair suited one another to perfection. Shabri, the queen of all Grisken and its inhabitants, thought of her mate. That faint smile widened to smirk as the minx halted. She was happy within her position of power. Second to none and mate to a most worthy stallion, one whos ambition and greed for greater power matched her own. Yet, she was the brains behind the brawn, so to say. It was her who manipulated those who were needed in any plan made. It was her who made the suggestions to the king which might grant them success to what they most desired. Bright orbs took in the darkness which cloaked her. She was nothing more then a ghostly shadow, her sleek coat of faint burnished gold the reason which it was so. In all her feminine beauty she was still a creature to be feared and be wairy of. Many made the mistake of treating her like another female. They learned soon enough.
In the shadows she stood. Mulling over passed achievements and future plans. She was a thinker, always a thinker. Shabri stood for long moments, going over everything. She had much to tell her mate when she found him. A few steps allowed her to reach a clump of tender blades, slick with dew from the cold night. Nares twitched at the sweet scent that filled them when she lowered her tiara to graze upon the lush emerald greenery. It was as sweet tasting as it smelled. It was good to be queen. These lands, her lands, were abundant and rich in life. It was a good life. She planned to keep it that way. Maybe, just maybe even make it better. Her orbs, bright with a supreme intelligence, glowed even brighter. Oh yes, it would be better. Better for her, her king and her kingdom with all its followers. Many plans and schemes lay within the brain behind those intelligent optics. They would be put to good use, in time. For now however, she was content to graze upon her lands as she searched for her stallion. She knew she would be left undisturbed, for a herd had not yet been established and she had no play-things within her lands at the moment. There would be though. It was her nature. Her power to control those weak of mind came in handy many a time. Even those with the stronger of minds found it difficult to resist her entirely. She knew how to work them, play upon their weaknesses, their strengths, their desires. A picture of desire with her beauty and elegance, her silver tongue and seductive nature. Shabri giggled quietly to herself, in the dark of the shadows in which she stood. Shaking her dial, causing her ebony mane to splay out like a waterfall across her boa, the mare straightened up. There was nothing but silence surrounding her. Shabri ended this by filling the dark night with her vocals. A loud, flowing neigh one filled with power echoed across the kingdom of Grisken. It was matched by none and the owner stood tall and proud, listening to the night.
Shabri continued on, on the prowl for her lord. Soon enough she picked up his strong, familiar scent. Lowering her dial as she moved along, she inhailed deeply. When she brought her skull up to its rightful, regal place a large smirk was plastered upon the vixens mug. Breathing out, she thought how good it was to be her. A imortal queen, one to never grow old but to rule forever in glory. Yet it was not all manipulation and games. She had a job to do as well as any other. She knew her duties and fullflled them well and worked as hard as any other. Shabri, golden and glorious, found her king upon the rise which overlooked the heart of their kingdom. Before she rose up to join him, the powerful mare stopped. Tall and majestic she looked up to her king, her mate, then looked out across the heart and soul of their kingdom. All was well. Nodding in satisfaction the Queen pulled herself up the rise to join her King. The large stallion looked to her but said nothing. Shabri smiled, knowing her presence was a welcomed one. Standing side by side now, the pair looked out together. Golden body pressed close to dark, liver chestnut one and they basked in each others warmth. Slowly, the golden mare raised her blackened mug to her lords ear. Smooth tones slid forth, filled with warmth and seduction
My Lord
.Name. Shabri .Gender. Mare .Age. immortal .Breed. no breed .Colour. Dun .Kingdom. Grisken .Personality. She is persuasive and seductive. With her ability to slightly control the minds of others she is hard to say no to but if her concentration is broken by anything then her control would be gone and the victim would know better than to let her do it again. She always whisperes commands in her mate's ear, almost as if she is the one that is really in charge but she cannot control his mind or any of the other three original horse's. |
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Post by Zee on Aug 8, 2007 20:37:01 GMT -5
Fae of melded browns stepped into the land, dark pelt dusted with frail sunlight and delicate frame surrounded by peaceful whispers of those that sang her name in praise. Ebony banners danced in the wind, kind orbs, peaceful and wise took it all in. From the sunlight dancing across the land, to the souls, calm and at peace in their home. Each greeted said silent fae of melded browns with a smile and kind word, her only reply a nod that sent her tassel's dancing before her eyes. Her voice was rarely heard, tones swift and soft like melodies caught in the breeze. Each movement flawless, eyes like dim embers after a fire. She was the calm after the storm, the wisdom in the winds, the heart undeniable and free. Yet throughout it all, she remained ever gentle and kind. Heart of purest gold inside her well structured chest.
The one known as Estella. The Healer.
She stepped into the land, hoof beats barely audible in the calm and quiet landscape, no noise other than the soft brush of her hooves cutting through the lush grass, no movement other than her muscles under her flesh moving with each step. The wind tossed her banners slightly, making them dance about her nape, twisting with each other and yet staying smooth and untangled. Her harks flicked to catch the sound of those moving nearby, of the secret trails where birds sang their songs and the foals frolicked with one another, heedless to the troubles of life, for that was the way of this world, so cut off from all else. To keep the peace in these troubling times, to ease the minds and heal the souls.
She stepped beneath a tre-tee bush, a single blossom bud getting caught in her ebony mane, and as the small bud touched her ebony locks, became entangled with them and pulled from the soft leaves of emerald green, it blossomed, flowering into a pale and fragile flower that spun with stunning shades of whites and dappled colors. In one single step the flower fell from her ebony locks, hit the earth without a sound, and began to bloom into a new bush of tre-tee blossoms.
Silent fae barely noticed, and she continued her walk, a smile staining her soft maw as she stepped through the land, shadows of sunlight dancing across her back. In one move she tossed her maw, ebony locks drifting about her sweet featured dial in a dance, and she reared up, the sunlight dancing across her, making dapples along her dark coat, sending shadows cowering away. She landed in place, pillars elegant beneath her frame as she strided out into a trot, dancing in time with the wind song that flowed through the air, lush grass parting beneath her hooves. She paused, head held high, harks perked. There in the distance, foal of purest ebony, dark orbs and lush mane flowing freely about his harks. A slight noise came from the queen's maw, a sound of surprise and of heartache as she gazed upon the young one obviously lost in this land.
She broke into a ground covering stride, somewhere between a trot and canter, she stepped to the young one's side, placing her maw gently upon his ebony back, and slowly, she guided him back to the safety of a herd. Frail featured old fae was delighted to see young coltline returned safely and thanked Estella over and over. But Estella she merely stepped away, orbs bright with happiness that she had a kept young one safe from harm and returned him to said herd before any real damage was done.
A soft sigh echoed forth as she started the long journey back to the place that she herself called home. Day turned into night, and soon it was moonlight that danced across her hide, her coat seemed to be colored ebony from a far, though fireflies danced about her, lighting the way for the kind hearted healer. It was then, in the darkness as night, that soft melodie voice echoed forth.
"Praise Dream Weaver, whom keeps us safe."
Words were barely audible, though they were spoken so calmly, so happily, as if she was speaking to a god himself. A smile stained her maw and she continued to walk.
Soon her land, the place that held her love and her heart, were in view. Her smile grew brighter and she strided faster, eager to get to her home and those she loved. Mane was tossed on nighttime breeze, orbs were alight with happiness at being so very close to the land she loved. Hocks danced beneath her, moonlight illuminating the way as she broke into a canter. Banners washed behind her as she went, muscles danced beneath her dark muscles, shaded with dark fur. Orbs fixed on the place she called home, harks dancing upon her beautifully framed dial, catching the sounds of the wind weaving through the grass and of small crickets chirping happily away in their nightlife. Her hoof beats left no imprints on the earth, though they made a frail beat in the night, dancing beneath her in her contentment, the sound echoing around her washed with the moon in the sky, hanging like a gossamer apple ready to be plucked.
She came to a halt a top a small hill and gazed down upon the land, her smile almost as bright as the moon itself, her banners swept back in the wind growing rougher as it's queen returned to it, washing over her and making her shiver in the night. Stance proud beneath her and she whickered gently, almost to the wind itself calling out a welcoming hello. She pounded a fore dagger on the earth gently and strode down the slant of the hill into the land, crossing the border happily, gazing at the sky as she went. She was home, she was happy, she was Estella, the healer and Queen Of Elladeg.
.Name. Estella
.Gender. Mare
.Age. Immortal
.Breed. No breed
.Colour. Dark bay
.Kingdom. Elladeg
.Personality. She is the one that stands by her mate's side and helps him make decisions that are for the good of their kind. She is the one that makes sure nothing harmful happens to those around her. She is a healer but cannot heal the wounds of the heart. She barely ever speaks but when she does her voice is quiet and gentle
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Post by iceheart on Aug 9, 2007 14:10:46 GMT -5
He walked over to the hill letting the breeze hit.He scented the air for predators.This land seemed safe but he couldnt be too sure.He had heard of mountain lions prowling around and taking out adult horses.Foals too but there were no foals here.....for now.But there would be adult horses for sure and he couldnt lose any of them.He reached the top and reared up.He closed his eyes but kept his auds pricked,listening for intruders.He ran to the rocky outcrop that served as his place to look over his terra.He had heard somthinh that might be somone freeing prisoners.He scented the air and he scented somthing odd,a light.He focused his powers, mucsels rippleing under his pelt.Suddenly a large bolder flew up and crashed into a light,helping prisoners escape.The bolder met the lights side and it it fell.Running over he reared with one hoof landing on the weak light's maw,cutting off the young lights airway."Remember my name.Shetan."He hissed into his ear.He felt the stallion give a shudder as he finally died.Her let go letting the body hit the ground with a thud.He ran back to the outcrop and reared."Let all shiver with fear when the hear the name Shetan!"His daggers struck the earth sending up sparks as if lightning had hit the earth.A shudder ripped through the prisoners.A smirk appeared on his maw.Fear fills their minds...their hearts.He thought.Turning to the prisoners he screamed at the makeing them recoil.They tried to escape befor and many of them had died as he and his gaurds had attacked them since then,not many had tried,but those that did had died.He had laughed as he watched them die.They were scrawny and weak.They posed no threat to him.Therning he charged at the prisoners making them scatter except one stallion.He grabbed the stallion's mane he pulled him closer."Tell me what you have seen here."He hissed.He was trying to make him remember the terrible memories.The stallion started saying how his family was killed right in front of him.A smirk formed on his maw as the stallion started to shake."Memories consumed.Like opening the the wounds.Im picking you apart again."He hissed into the stallions ear.He raised his head and called out to the prisoners and members."You all assoum,your safe in the herd unless I try to kill again.That is true for members....but watch your backs you prisoners."He finished.He pulled the stallion up a cliff.He reached the top."Defie me and die."He hissed and he pushed the stallion off the cliff.He watched the stallion fall.Hitting the ground with a thud.He reared feeling power corse through him as the stallion hit the ground."Does anyone else not fear me!"He yelled.A smirk formed once again on his maw as they were all silent.Fear grips them the cold of a hash winter storm.He thought.He turned looking at the dark mountains and the mist covered lake.In his lands he felt power,but as the dark king he felt power over everything power over....everyone within the border of his terras.He ran up to a rock and ran up onto his ledge."Long live the kingdom of Grisken!"He called.He turned and ran to into the dark forest.His daggers sank into the moist ground leaving imprints in the moist,peaty ground.That soon changed as the soft soil turned to a hard rocky soil as he reached the mountains.He started climbing the winding an broken path through the mountains.He stopped half way through and looked down at the herd.They were small from up here but you could very clearly see the blood spattered ground and scent the death down there.He started to run up the mountain.He reached the top and looked away from his kingdom at his brothers kingdoms.on that side of the mountain he saw the sun shining brightly.He looked back at his kingdom and saw shadow.His kingdom was like him..Dark and evil.His siblings kingdoms were like them,light and nice.Nice.Ha it made them weak and stupid.He reared up,likeing the power thet he felt.He ran to the edge.He jumped off the edge of the mountain and he landed on a cliff a little ways down.He tuned on the cliff and walked into a cave.He went to the back were ther was a large hole.On the other side was his kingdom.He started to run down the path,jumping over the japs and large cracks.His hooves soon touched rocky soil.As he ran into the forset the rocky soil soon became softer until it was peary soil.His hooves left deeper imprints in the soil.He reached the foggy pond and dipped his maw to drink.The water was cool,and it had a tangy earthy taste to it.He reared again ,his back hooves making deep rivits into the ground.When he came down his front hooves made deep holes in the ground.He backed up and the holes filled with dark murky water.he turned back to his herd and ran.Sending up spraysd of dirt as he ran.Sparks flew from his hooves as the ground turned to rock as he reached the out crop were he looked over his herd.A damp breeze blew over him,a sign that rain is coming.A light rain started to fall and it got heavier making his mane stick to his nape.The herd lowered their heads so the rain wouldnt get into their eyes.He kept his head up and gave a mighty scream."This kingdom is mine!And there is nothing that anybody can do to change that!He screamed and reared up dagger pirceing the air.
.Name. Shetan
.Gender. Stallion
.Age. immortal
.Breed. no breed
.Colour. dark liver chestnut, almost black.
.Kingdom. Grisken
.Personality. He is harsh and evil. His greed exceeds thta of any other creature and when he wants something he is very unlikely to let anyone stand in his way of getting it. With his mate by his side he is even more dangerous than when he is alone. When someone wants something from him they would need to have something to offer him in return for what they want and their lives. He controls rocks but his attention span is rarely big enough for him to do too much damage.
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