auditions

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Name: You choose
Gender: Stallion
Age: Three
Breed: Pant
Height: You choose
Color: Paint
Herd: Cryptic Cemetery
Position: Dark King
Info: Youngest king yet, forcebred slave Quill.

Name: You choose
Gender: Mare
Age: Four
Breed: You choose
Height: You choose
Color: You choose
Herd: Cryptic Cemetery
Position: Dark Queen
Info: Very jealous that her mate bred with Quill.

Name: Quill
Gender: Mare
Age: Eight
Breed: Paint
Height: Fourteen three hands
Color: Piebald
Herd: Cryptic Cemetery
Position: Slave
Info: Was forcebred and impregnated by Dark King
Played by: Saw

Name: You choose
Gender: Stallion
Age: Seven, almost eight.
Breed: You choose
Height: You choose
Color: You choose
Herd: Swan Lake
Position: Light King
Info: Oldest and best king to ever rule the light kingdom.

Name: Muse
Gender: Mare
Age: Four
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: Fifteen point three
Color: Dapple Gray
Herd: Swan Lake
Position: Light Queen
Info: It's sort of odd that she fell in love with such an "old" stallion. Nevertheless, it has been accepted by most horses.
Played by: Sarah

Name: You choose
Gender: Stallion
Age: You choose
Breed: You choose
Height: You choose
Color: You choose
Herd: Nowhere Land
Position: Loner king
Info: You're free to come up with a plot for him.

Name: You choose
Gender: Mare
Age: You choose
Breed: You choose
Height: You choose
Color: You choose
Herd: Nowhere Land
Position: Loner Queen
Info: You're free to come up with a plot for her.

Name: Chess
Gender: Mare
Age: Four months
Breed: Saddlebred
Height: Not fully grown
Color: Chestnut
Herd: None
Position: None
Info: Was abandoned after she was weaned. She has yet to discover her alliance. Her personality is up to you.

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[b]Horse applying for:[/b] Just put his/her herd and position.
[b]Audition Sample:[/b] Not your best, just an average post.

[SARAH.]

Name: Sarah
Horse applying for: Light Queen
Audition Sample:

Gold laced czar was back, again, to nibbling at the barely-there grass blades. Lady Moon was above him, her silvery light just barely touching his golden pelt and tinting it a shimmery pale-gold color. What little of her poked through the thick canopy of trees, Roulette secretly found her rays of silver comforting and beautiful, though you wouldn't catch him admitting this. Taking a small step forward to reach uncropped grass blades illuminated in silver light, the golden stallion almost looked peaceful in this eerily quiet and odd hollow of bracken. One entrance in and a wall of sheer rock on one side, it was quite a dangerous place to call home. What if a raid happened? Roulette would have trouble escaping if need be...

Cutting off his constant monologue in his mind, the burjo's head shot up at the sound of a blood curdling scream. Feminine enough, he wasn't surprised that he could barely make out the sound of hooves pounding the earth. What does she want? Paper-thin nares quivered, drinking in the familiar smell of a ess pounding the earth with her massive hooves. What on earth could she be so worked up about? Snorting in slight worry, the whites of his eyes began to show as he tip-toed across and in between the bracken. With each bouncy step, the warmblood was emitting a snort with every step like an excited horse does. Lady Moon caught a glint in Roulette's coal eyes, making him look more majestic than he normally did.

The hallow's walls were slightly hard to see because of the constant darkness, but a pearl white shape was hard to ignore and pass off as normal. This moving Arabian- he assumed was the breed- had reared up before she screamed, her delicate hooves touching the ground again. This was usually something that irked Roulette since he craved neatness and not such a rude awakening, but this femme was drawing him in, making him curious about her. Probably only because it was breeding season, his breathing was starting to become labored in excitement of an ess visiting him. Didn't she have a stallion to call her king? If not, Roulette was already devising a plan in his head to make her one of his mares, make her part of what was about to be his tightly knit herd.

The wheels in his head that had just so suddenly begun to turn had just as suddenly stopped. Instinct was starting to take over, and an animalistic look crossed his calm features. A low wicker escaped his maw, a greeting of unusually warm welcome for a dark stallion- especially a king. But, hey, this was instinct talking, not him. Arching his neck, slender pillars flew out before him in an extended trot, his tail arching and swishing. Roulette didn't know what he was doing, but he knew what he wanted. Coal eyes studied her as he kept up this flirtatious banter. Maybe it was the light, or the season, or just hm, but this pearl essa looked gorgeous to him.

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Muse is now the Light Queen.