Audition Terrains..

[Myribae]

The Acronym Myribae

The revoloutions Three Brutal Winters

The denomination Sultana

The chroma Henna

The unknown path Neutral

The colossal skeleton 14.4 palms

The hybrid bloodlines include Arabian



The russet temptress sauntered about in the acreage, nares captivating the scents once again. Appendages weaved back and forth, the creation progressing towards any form of shadow, feeling the need to be unseen. the czaress once again alterated to the dampness of the timber. she envyed something other than these boreful landscapes...something more comfortable. where she was not alone, in a peaceful way. surrounded by only those she loves. not those beings whom are very obnoxious and won't leave her alone, but those who understand her feelings and expressions. an irked respire was defiantly exposed, unaware and not caring who noticed. flanks heaved inward, and gradually took shape to their original form.

[rosalita]

poo...thats good! lol

[Fandango]

--*whimpers* day are both sooo good.....--

[Aurora]

-pats- should I put up a poll den?

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

ooc| this is Tiki, Aur... lol

Call The Blood On The Floor: Flint
Round Off The Arrogance As: Virile
Age The Vagabound: 4
The Blur That You Seek Shelter From: Obsidan*** (ignore what it says in meh siggy)
His ways of teaching: Dark

ooc| DONE!!!! [looks proud]

russet stained virile clambered up the steep incline to the dark lands, zenith towered high, melarkies flattened atop his skull, Who claims this domain? he bellowed, tassel erupted into a series of fits that snapped at his hinds. he snorted, paperthins expanding wildly, haunches set his brawny build into a fair trot, elegant cloak a whild blur as he travelled throughout the terrain. flints smashed the terra firma below, imprinting them with temporary tatooes until the next rainfall. They call me Flint, I step onto you, you break, I fall into your arms, You cease to catch me, I let the blood bleed, you scream and leave.. I do not understand, why you left me, in the rain, the pouring rain... to die, alone, a lie. Now I am back, to haunt to reak havoc, to kill... to slaughter those both lesser and higher than I. To taste the crimson that falls, to suck their lives out of them. Eat their souls, to make them fall to my flints.

appendages led the patron t'wards the aquilla, heafty visage lifted, nares expanded once more, despite their already enormous size they seemed to triple in sizing. his cranium was shaken as matted dreads swung pestily(sp?) into his occuli. serpentine coiled into his massive, expansive chest. lungs filled with the toxic carbon that filled the realm. A cunning steed he was, a composed beast filled with loathing inside. Loathing for whatever thought themselves higher than he. Lust grew to meet the femmora of the lands, perhaps the bxtch had a jackas.s as her right hand. perhaps she did not. brainpan splurged with new ideas that came to he. whipcord struck at his hocks repeatidly as he pondered the new burning inquiry, Was this so called "Queen" fit enough for her title? Did she have a mule? Was he worth his title? suddenly Flint snorted with laughter, of course not! he was not Satan's child, worse than that.. he was Satan. the topogrpahy was a vast landscape of fog and dense forestry, perfect for lupins (canine's) to hide their canvass' in. many burrows were also traps for equines to loose their footing, one fall and snap, their appendi would break.

hessian let a low sigh leave his ajar kissers, labrums pursed as he dared to speak once more, Dearest bxtch, show yourself to I, Flint, darkest czar of the land... or perhaps you are scared of me. Back down now I suggest if you think higher of yourself. he snickered, wishing to add more to his sentence though thought better of it. Aurora would hear what he had to say when he knew she was in earshot. brawny onyx corpse navigated aimlessly around the terra firma, visionnaries gazed about, looking for both deceased and living things. when the only living things seemed to be that of the vegetation beneath he, Flint extended his curvate to the sodden.

dentals graspt the emerald jades that dare grow this season. ivorns snapped greedily until he felt he had his fill, melarkies still melted to their graves, enamels grinded in annoyance, You better come bxtch, morose things happen to the best of us. shanks led his canvass to the shadowy depths were he stood, unerved by the spooky that engulphed(sp?) him. he felt quite at home were he stood, unmoving, his actions ceased. well, if the mighty slxt would not show, he would slumber. for if she did show, it was she who would now have to wait. too bad, so sad, it's the way it goes.

Have you ever loved someone so much you given on for,
Not the expression, No, literally given on for,
When they know your their heart,
And you know you are their armor,
And you would destroy anything,
That would try to harm 'er,
But when happens when carma turns right around and bites you?
And everything you stand for, turns on you despite you,
What happens when you become the main source of her pain?

chains snapped at his hinds, bored expression he wore before his carcass slipped off into a slumber, his crania had this extremly annoying manner, it would bob from side to side, it would thwarp anyone unsuspecting it. his opticals were half closed though he truly was slumbering, awkward he was, they were excellent methods for catching one that thought he was the victim. his hind flint would seize up and kick out, a nasty habit of his it was. tassel swayed from it's axis, almost on purpose it struck either side of his belly rather than his hocks.

soon the virile awoke from his distant dreamery, his mind unblank, full of his slumber's nightmares. he snorted, he remembered it well. lots of screaming, crimson and snaps and cracks... just the way he liked it. accoustics grazed the top of his zenith, they pricked only once, and that was to hear if Aurora was near... when he felt certain she was not they laid to rest again. ebon bodice stayed perched in the shadowy depths to stay until the slxt showed her hide. it would be a while... he could feel it. Scared little butterfly? Scared to fly with the devil? Afraid not to land on your soft cushion? Tell you what, come with me, this is how it will be, I will be Dark King, you will be my slave, we'll live in unharmonized ways....

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

*prods Aur* there we go lufferlie

[Fandango]

--sure...--

[Myribae]

nobody ish votin for me! life is <br><b>SO</b> unfair.

[Myribae]

oopsie...ignore the br b stuffs...

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

oops! ignore meh big post... dats for Dark King... i put it in the wrong thread... lol

[creative]

OOC| I know that Flint gets to choose the queen of Thestrials, but since I am not accepted I wanted to show how I post. I hope you do not mind that I posted here even though I am not accepted. I have been waiting awhile so I kind of got a bit bored.

Scream. Sheena
Dubbed. Huntress
Aged. Four
Blood. Arabian
Paint. Porcelain
Tresses. Moon-Washed
Alliance. Score-Hearted, Thestrial
Desired. To Be Queen of all Thestrials

You’re As Cold As Ice,
You’re Willing To Sacrifice Our Love,

Raging down a narrow path of the d.amned forest was a lone Huntress. Her tresses flew side to side as she whipped by the trees, past all little creatures of the woods, and headed toward a new life. The tassels of her banner slashed side to side, silently yet gracefully on her sides. Her optics scanned the surroundings for signs of a new land. She was not sure where she was going, or what would become of her in the lands she was searching for, but all she knew was that she was going to be queen of one alliance. She would fight her way to the f.ucking top if she had to. She was just like that, she always loved to be in power, she loved to be envied, and she loved her life, for it seemed perfect to her. Well, not so perfect in the beginning, but hopefully it would grow and get much better as the years would breeze by like those soft evening breezes. Even though as a little Royal Dark flicka she was forced to leave the herd, it was for good reason. She was born into the world by her dam and shire. She knew not much about them, or who exactly they were, but all she knew was that they were pure darks and they were rulers of their lands. She looked up to them and knew one day she would own the lands and all of its glory. The lands were grand, so perfect, and so flawless for any dark or light. The lands were split among alliances; her parent’s lands were the best of all. Emerald stalks comforted their daggers, the blood rivers flowed through the edge of the dark forest, and waterfalls were scattered among the harem. She did not know, however, that there was a d.amned curse upon her parent’s lands.

Her and a few others survived the d.amned disease, but all others, including her dam and shire, died of the sickness. All lights, all darks, all neutrals died of it, it was not so sad for this little flicka at the time though, she was disappointed that she did not earn the lands, but she knew her parents would die sooner or later. Better then than later on when she actually would get attached to them. For some reason, she felt she would get attached to them, but this mattered not anymore for she knew she would see them once more in hell when her time would come. Sad she was slightly about their death, but happy she was alive and healthy. From that day forward she prepared herself for when she was able to be claimed. She trained her knowledge, strength, her street smarts, and her looks even grew with her. Her radiant white pelt grew in which made the colts want her even more, besides that she was pretty to begin with. Then again, they were not something she had in mind. All they wanted was someone to "play" with. This huntress was not that type of vixen who wished to be a s.ex toy and whose future was to just be there for the hellion. She wanted power, a great herd, and a love, not all darks had no love in their hearts, this one happened to have a heart for the right hellion is all. What was her curse you may ask? Well she has been known as many things. She was known to be as cold as ice, cold-hearted, but her name seemed to go along with the phrase. Her curse was that of Sheena.

Sheena's pillars carried her slender, ivory physique through the forest faster and faster, picking up speed as she felt an evil presence over coming her. She stepped into the wide opened prairie. Her optics of a raven coloration scanned the odd lands. Something was drawing her further and further away from the forest and more into the prairie. Soon, she was cantered towards the middle of the field, her strides slowed down as she picked up a s.exy trot. She moved her dial each way to inspect the middle lands. They were empty, waterless, and foodless at first sight. Her nares flared slightly as she slowed down to a walk, she paced the lands as she went back and forth on the warm, soft lome. She hung her dial low to the ground, her nares taking in the scents from the floor. She knew these lands were of the dark alliance, but not just ordinary darks, the hell keepers. She had only heard little about them, but she had heard that the one they called Flint was the one who owned the lands. She gave a faint smirk and halted after that thought. She came up to a dead tree in the middle of the prairie. She c.ocked her classy Arabian dial at the tree. The temperature was very hot than what she had felt before, something was odd around this tree. She pondered a few seconds about the tree before stepping up to it. It felt hotter and hotter as she went up to it. A laughing noise began to fill her thoughts as she came up on it. She c.ocked her dial once more and then she halted, the laughing stopped. She shook her dial and walked away from the tree. She wondered what was with that tree, it was something she felt inside of her, but it was a good thing to her as a dark. Who knows? Maybe it was a dark mark or something of the sort. Sheena soon came to the side of the tree, eyeing it as she smirked at it. Her optics watched it only slightly. She felt as if she belonged here, here in this harem. Here as queen of the lands. She reared up in the air, slashing her pillars and daggers at the air. She tossed her dial back and then landed with a big thud upon the soft lome. She snorted once before shaking her dial to fix her tresses. Her whipcord slashed to her side before walking onward to find the king, hopefully she could become queen.

The huntress walked slowly, casually by the forest's edge. A cool breeze came by her as she went by. Her optics were focused ahead, maybe the king was up ahead and with his heard members. Maybe he had a queen already. And if that was the case, was she good enough to fight the feminine he had chosen? Sheena had not lost one battle to any vixen yet, and she had fought many battles too, but one thing got her, she never, ever lost. Was it that she seemed Luce by looks and others would feel the need to go easy on her? She did not know, but one thing was for sure, she was no luce vixen. This banshee was different than all the rest; she was cold-hearted, lovable to her lord, a fierce fighter, and a muscular Arabian at that. She was pretty muscular for her bloodlines, she was almost pure Arabian. Some of her blood was probably a mix with Friesian in the late years. As far as she was concerned, most of her past relatives were darks, and she mostly saw dark Friesians around, so she probably had that breed entwined within her blood stream. Soon she came to a halt, the skies dimmed as they changed colors. She gazed up to look at the night sky getting ready to come into place. She gave a smirk, she loved the night time and she couldn't wait until the sun set and she was free to roam the night. As Sheena walked, the skies changed into their purple colors, pinks and light blues, and then the skies darkened into pitch black. It was like a blanket flew over the skies and the moon had popped up from no were. She gazed up once more and then cantered off into the distance. She would find the leader sooner or later...

You Never Take Advice,
Someday You’ll Pay The Price, I Know