Neutral Royal Position

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Well, I think it’s only fitting if we begin auditions for the Neutral King or Queen, don’t you? Please remember to read the rules of a Royal in our Rules and Regulations before trying out as they contain VERY IMPORTANT information *coughpasswordcough* Also be aware that as a Royal you are expected to be logged in and active at least 5 times a week. All updates in the Neutral Kingdom fall onto you, once you are given the title Boudicca or I shall give you the power to edit your lands so that everyone herd count is up to date. Should we catch you shirking (oh that’s a fun word) from your responsibilities, we will talk to you about it. We know that social lives are very important and school tend to loom over everyone, so we are merely asking that you log on and show that you are active. We aren’t asking for a post everyday, that’s absurd. However we do ask that you post at least once or twice a week in character and of course the more friendly and helpful you are out of character never hurts.

We ask that you example post be composed as thought you have just won the land and you are returning to it for the first time as King or Queen.

With that said try outs will begin Today (June 7th) and will end Sunday June 15th. The results will be posted on Monday or Tuesday of that week. The winner gets immunity from stealing and challenges for a month!

So without further ado, here is your application, fill it out and get started with those auditioning posts! Good luck to everyone trying out!


[b]Name[/b]

Nonchalant

[b]Character Name [/b]
[b]Nick Name[/b]
[b]Gender[/b]
[b]Age[/b]
[b]Breed[/b]

[b]History[/b]

[b]Example Post[/b]

- Roxii

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[Lord Darcia]

Name Kraddy or X

>monkeys<

Character Name - the admins know.
Nick Name - formalities are all the rage
Gender male
Age IX
Breed Andalusian

History - the admins know.

Example Post

<sup>††† R u n n i n g from one worthless heart ache to the next, standing like stone in the face of those iv preached to protect. Spun around and entertaining the past as she finely laid to rest, her bitter sweet parting gift that keeps on giving. The newest sin. The one that burned, bleeding and raw as only fleshly butchered flesh at the hands of the scorned can be. Time had thought this gentleman nothing of true faith. Of how to in all sense of the word sacrifice for another, give freely and expect nothing in return. Perhaps it was his bad blood, that damned liquid that ran so carelessly threw his veins? Chest erupted in cynical laugher. Oh yes, lets use that excuse now, when we refused that emotional Band-Aid long ago. It was disgusting the measures Darcia was grasping at, feudal attempts to repair his mud cases conscious. So why care anymore? Why drudge along the path of upstanding royalty. Why even try? It was more or less simple but even saying that now was a damned lie. Nothing was simple anymore, nothing was taken at face value. Honesty was gone, dead from this world. Sanguine phantasmagoria spun her erotic piratweetes around him, caressing that hollow form. Sending even now in the blinding light of infidelity that shiver of expectant pleasure. The one that bends her lithe form to his, a perfect fit with each voluptuous curve. God even now, even after Lord Darcia still entertained willing jezebel of moonlit favor. Just one more imperfection to mar that crumbling tower of marble majesty once labeled Morality. Why? Why did he want her? Why he knowing take that Queen of the damned into his arms, let her reign over him in all her sensuality never once stopping even as she flooded his mind. Even as Alanah lay broken, dismantled cross his soul.


††† S p r i n g , Darcia hated it. Silently glowered at the buds of new life in there young radiance. Just as Lord Darcia hated Lilacs. The insidious little purple petals of the ever fragrant wicker bush littered the expanse of his mind spilling out unto the renewed blades of the tangible existence. Air sucked forcefully between ivories again and again in the futile attempt to repeat the cycle of digression and regeneration. Ionic columns danced across the night, stalks of tender sweetness bent around the athletic cinders. On and on away from the sordid iridescent peaks of infidelity. Amber lanterns the only swollen admonishment of the sorrow that haunted the son of romance. Like child, pillars tossed to ground carelessly, hurting and yet never caring never once stopping for the self inflicted torment they wreaked. On and on the shame. The anger. The desire. The conflicted absence of wanting. Then they began fall, the tears of heaven of the angels that still sat on celestial council. Drop for drop blanketing that midnight enveloped casket to gleam in the dripping embrace of barely shimmering russet stain.


††† B a r t e n d e r set the glass down. Just another clank of worn glass on stained hardwood. Haggard look, too many damn days sitting in this bar drowning my sorrows to the tune of yet ‘another’. Time had slipped away leaving the broken man to drown his sorrows in a never ending well of vodka and cherries. Yes cherries, that symbolic sweet fruit of so many things in this world each and everyone removed from his line of sight. Worn and ragged, long elegant finger clasp around the challis of despair as he pour another down. Amber eyes lost to the ancient grain of the bar, evaluating, wishing, forgetting, sinning, bleeding. What he had done. Masqueraded nameless and unashamed in the arms of anther. In the goddamn arms of his pledge enemy. The weight atop his chest heavier than atlas’s carry that slumped from falls to the varnished masterpiece. Turning in, curling in, and dying for it to end.


††† S o why hold back? Why go so far and yet lifelessly fail to give her what she has lost? A child. Her child, was it Dios? But that very thought had been absurd, no he lacked the grace to give her the time day saying nothing of romance or heirs. All these years of careless self indulgence and he had nothing living to show for it nothing worth holding on over. But then Lord Darcia the conceded, the arrogant son of the king had wanted nothing other than to sate his own nefarious pleasures and course the blind willingness of others. Lady of Grace. Since there first meeting that fateful spring day she had forever carved out an honored place with his vascular for her self. Wither she knew it then or not. Such a beautiful mask carved from the scented papers of the once patriarch himself, painted to rough edifice of mountain stone shunned by the winter gale. A mask that melted in the cupped jewel encrusted gauntlets he wore with but few simple words. “There wont be a yesterday with Dios, there is only today and the days to come.” Yes the very scraps of rhetoric to peal away the regal honor of a flower maiden, of a lover of a wife. A wife that now draped her infectious gluttony around him, pursed his every coal burning hatred for those who would design her flesh. So why then did the Darcia harbor the touch, the ever sweltering body riddling, and incapacitating want to run that mahogany husk of imperfection around the sanguine portraiture? Addiction. Addicted to the pain the pleasure the sheer ache that consumed him at each decedent turn. Casket dug in, columns pulling the new life from the earth that held it so. Nairs forced the bitter air, snapping breaking the delicate veins sending crimson drops to spatter along his once wreathed crown. Faster, faster, for god sake faster. Casket shook with the strain heart pulled and pressed to the flesh begotten walls. Out run your fears. Maniacal laugher to fill the labyrinth, such fantasies were child’s fodder. No more, yes more, as lungs heaved rasped with the never ending cycle of motion taking what drops of life that ran to mind to cast out the columns at each and every ripped vein. Sanguine.


††† T e a r s hotter than sin, brand a scarlet trail of flesh down his once perfect alabaster face. Its over, its over, its over he screams again and again lost to the darkness he had locked himself away in. Begging for another drink, that blasphemous liquid that would never quench his insatiable lust for forgiveness, for the pain to go away. Or hell even for never having committed it in the first place and god spite him for those sensations still lingered across his skin. All those years and what had he learned? What had he accomplished in the waking hours? Nothing. Nothing at all. Lost to his won immeasurable sorrow bought, bartered and sold to the devil for that woman pleasing incarnation. Owned by so many and never once having cared, always fulfilling that hunger for more but not now. Not ever again. Sweat palmed hand clasped dangerously to his chest, aching to grip at his own flesh to really feel the beating pulsar with in. Wild eyes and liquor ridden his mind raced, agonized under the alcohol and emotional suicide.


††† H e r e now Lord Darcia at long last left the final aspen behind thundering with all he had left to the sirens waters. That damned place of such wondrous attraction. The falls there roar it was calm tonight, almost sympathetic as it called to him and he came, came like a man with out any more options. Frigid gales of usually torrent swells brushed over the sweat and rain drenched husk. Blistering hot lungs choked all the more in the bitter breeze, seizing the motion of the Mahogany king in violent succession. Twisting and hacking the body to bend to its every demanding will, second by mind blowing second the body slowed lost in arrhythmia. Finally the induced throws of catastrophe took hold, stuttering each and every numb step to the waters edge. For the last time that citadel of carnal delight was made to comply to the minds hopeless dictation. There can’t be two suns to shine across the earth; there can’t be two glories of everlasting understating. Life demanded a choice and a choice that was forged in the violent throws of self inflicted denial.


††† I t had rained that nigh, heavy and hard to wash away the things that no mortal man can. No man with a conscious and nothing a man who had though he had lost his so very long ago. Elegant suite of silks and silver slashed in the rain forever running there expensive design. Fallen, shaken, and beaten to the ground by his own self loathing. How he hated who he was. Vascular cried out, strained so very strained by his own horror and fear. Fear it had consumed him. Eaten at his eyes, melted the skin from his bones and rotted that blackened heart. It was with tears in his eyes and dying words on his lips that that vial was wrought from its casket. Cracked, pulled and slammed to his vein. Years of British ingenuity at its finest. “Alanah.” Muscles seize, swelled and exploded off the bone, “I..” that ventricular so strained by agonizing heart ache burst. “love you” Bits clung to his near exploded lungs and the body seizure in a pool of its own liquids. VX. The suicide I so deserved. The one my father lived threw and one I that shall delivered me from inflicting pain upon the ones I .. I loved.



††† T h e y used to say that the rivers of the falls were like the tears of angels and if you had any faith at all those treacherous waters would not bare you down stream to meet the benevolent maker. So today Lord Darcia tested that ode of old. So near now that the waters once purr of the lands cascaded around his harks in a deadly roar. The last sarabande those iron columns would ever take, plunged forth into the chilling waves, water to cut like knives at his skin. Wreathed crown lowered to the turmoil waters as the churned and shrieked around him, those once velvet labrums rest on the waters. Amber pools devoid of an soul to bare gazed of into the force of nature that vowed to consume him. How far he had gone into the water, it pulled painstaking at him, willing just as the siren desired to depart that noble soul from this world and into the next. Darcia’s gaze lost to the swirling prowess, with drawn, with held and withered. The rose of thorns past it time, once silk petals plucked one at a time, cast to the waves with tears of sand and cried of halleluiah. So cold, so numb, pieces of all that was fell like chards of reality. Smashed, shattered, cured to a million glass pieces each more delicate than the last. Strew around the crownless king as his athletic pillars begged to give way. To fall under the tide, the strain the unholy pressure. For that’s all this varnished vagabond was a unholy relic of things gone by. As he stood Lord Darcia forced those limbs to near breaking, if only to remain in everlasting self inflicted torment.</sup>

[Ąℓânâh]

Name Lanah

Nonchalant -- monkeys

Character Name Alanah
Nick Name Lanah
Gender female
Age 8
Breed Andalusian

History admins know

Example Post

The perfume of the budding trees mingled into the world, the sweet scents beckoning to open closed minds to enjoy the beauty of spring. The beauty of life, it was all here as the softly woven onyx velvet lingered over sterling silk. Was I to back away from that comfort I so needed in this moment of lapsed grace? Am I to back away with emotions of steal when one unknowingly thrust a knife into the very heart of the shadowed past? No, for in this moment I had bared far more of myself than I had ever intended, dreamed of. It was perhaps one of those times much like that when Darcia and myself had first crossed paths. We had danced an ever so lasting waltz that condemned us both to a lifetime of vigilant trust. An understanding of sorts in which both of us knew the other held something tainted some broken part of what they had been that will forever live in infamy. Yes, in those moments I had cast away the blackened veil of sorrow to bask in the radiance of a new object of possession. A demon’s kiss had sealed our fate that fine spring morning, leaving us to forever embrace the other in what trouble’s that would surely fall into our path. That morning as I had fled from those innocent acts of compassion, I had vowed never again would I be weakened in such a way. Never again would I withdraw those barriers I had so carefully built. Yet here I am basking in the guiltless affections of chivalry and velvet, adoring it begging and pleading for more, in an attempt to free those rusted chains of silent tears and crying heavens.

Words of everlasting condolences, full of understanding full of sorrow, full of everything I wanted everything I needed. Bound to the soul existence of a condemned life, I could only accept them with a final step closer to further bury ashen lips upon liquid ebon. The brush of velvet caught my attention as he withdrew only slightly enough to lay a tender caress. A lunar eclipse was once again in progress as ashen kissers caught my sight and provoked me to gaze into those chocolate pools of ever-lasting chivalry. An understanding of sorts, for here I found he to had his regrets, he to had caused some pain in the line of another heart, or possibly death. An understanding as I looked into those pleading eyes of penance and sympathy, a comfort that was all to welcome in it’s arrival. I only but whispered my final thanks as jewel encrusted silver lay it’s thanks upon his cheek in one final caress of appreciation. Yet it was all to soon that both he and I realized we were no longer alone.

The dainty form of a burgundy nymph danced across my line of sight her orbs burning with silent rage and questions as she gazed ever so dangerously upon her ebonite matriarch. Visions of rouge and blood splatter kisses filled my mind with silent dread, as curtains of tainted silk were ripped open for all to see. That night of heavens tears sang loudly upon my hearth as the lorelei halted her dance of jealousy and accusations for only long enough for Orion to catch his surprise and bring forth his shield of unwanted envy and rage. Yes, fate had played a cruel trick upon me as they danced the never-ending waltz of jealousy. Could I blame Sierra of such accusations and rage? No, I could not for have I not been the victim of them as well? I only halted my thought process as she looked upon me with accusing eyes letting it be known exactly who she was, that she lay claim of Orion’s heart. Yes, for indeed she was weaving a web I knew all to well, and could I only take her jealousy with all the grace I could muster? Yes, for it is my duty to play upon that frigid playing field of aristocrats. No, it was far past time I lifted up that crown of embossed silver and fake roses to shine as with all the luster of a newly cut diamond. My immeasurable amount of grace would be the savior.

I fell into a silent bow, honoring her with only the most prominent. It was only when I gazed upon her with sorrowful eyes beckoning her understanding and forgiveness that I dared to speak yet words were not even formed before yet another grand entrance beckoned my awareness. One in which could only be my mahogany gentleman. He as well danced the well-known waltz of jealousy and desire. Lips were pressed firmly in aggravation as he sauntered toward us letting all know exactly why he was King. Those all knowing windows danced with flames spoke of anger and a dangerous game he was more than willing to play. I admit in this moment did I feel the well of passion rise. A trinket of desire stirred those already dancing pheromones setting my flesh afire as I’ve never known it to be Yes, he wanted me in all his glory and rage he wanted me I could see it in those dashing eyes of danger and hidden rage. Yet had I not brought this deadly confrontation upon myself? Had I not dared to toss away that crown of ever-embossed silver? Yes, and now the results I must pay, for this innocent meeting in which started off in politics ended up in a bloody massacre of ebon velvet and ivory silk. Those words my lord spoke, those possessive lyrics of silent adoration led me to gaze upon him with stains of an angel’s tears. So elegantly did I stand as his russet flesh met that of my own for there was no other place for me but beside my King.

I could only watch as Sierra fell again and again into jealousy’s ever-open arms. Spiteful words fell from well-adorned lips of burgundy, could I do anything but accept her words no matter how misplaced they are? Had I not done the same thing as I had come across my mahogany lord as he shared the gentlest caresses with Karin? I had seethed and ran into those open arms of jealousy, blindly stupidly. What a fool I had been and now here I lay in the midst of a battlefield in which I am fought over like a rotting carcass while the wolves ripped my apart. Shredding my dignity with words that were spoken in my protection. Orion so boldly stepped forward thwarting his lover’s rage with an ever-growing short temper. I cast my gaze away from them all of them as I leaned into Darcia’s comforting touch ivory melting into russet as we both stood in the midst of flaring tempers. His flesh was hot with indignation and outrage. Could I help but lay the softest of touches to dance upon his nape and glide toward his shoulder? Muscles were tight with his attempts at self-control. Only moments ago I had been screaming up at the heavens demanding redemption in a friend’s embrace. But now I stood beaten upon with words and splattered with bloody vengeances. A sigh only my deepest regrets would bring on, escaped ashen lips and as the silence prevailed I brought forth my song of repentance, for now it was their turn to bask in the glory of jealousy and bloodied roses,

“ Dearest heart, if you know the pain of a broken heart then can you imagine the pain of a lost child. Is that what you wish to know of, my past? The pain of watching that life you have promised to carry and hold close waste away? That is the pain I know. That is what drove me to toss away the grace I so dilegently hold and seek comfort to end the bountiful amounts of sorrow that well upon my breast as every sweetly chord of laughter is heard, every small cry of joy from those that you hold dear. Forgive me.”

Chocolate pools raised up with threatening tears again as I looked to her knowing she would never want that pain, that knowing that you have indeed failed. My orbs delved into hers wondering if she knew of such pain. Of a sorrow so great one could only fall to their knees and cry up at the crying heavens and plead for forgiveness. I knew the blood spattered road of dieing roses and tainted hearts. I wished that pain and sorrow upon no one, and here in this moment I could not bare to see her anger twisted toward that in which she claimed to love. That she had so strongly embraced in the many nights of a bleeding heart. Had she not had him to come to, to spill her troubles upon and bloom with his returned affections? What had I had in those many nights? Not but my shadow to give me company as Dios had ventured on long trips of solitude. There was but no one else to give me comfort and as I stand before the alter which claimed my actions unjust I could do not but look away as she did not truly see how lucky she was to hold the life of a normal mare blessing the world with foals and family. How could I hold my tongue to these comments?

“ I came here strictly upon politics, objects in which Orion myself and Lord Darcia have spoken of before. Yet forgive me for being only mortal as an innocent compliment took me by surprise. I made no attempt to claim the heart of your Orion. It was only comfort that was sought and given and nothing more. Think what you wish fair lady of Softwood, my visit was strictly upon business and nothing more. ”

My eyes finally lifted from hers as I glanced to Darcia and Orion, seeing their reactions of my sudden outburst. Perhaps I had spoken to much or perhaps to little. Yet now it was their turn to take upon the forlorn gaze of tragedy and look upon those bloodied roses and tears of heaven, to halt their raids of jealousy and mockery. I wanted none of it and so I did nothing more than let the truth be known, for there was no need for all of this mindless atrocities thrown about in spiteful jests. For them to look to the crying heavens and hear my pleas for sanity and to look down that road of bloodied roses and crushed hearts is all I ask an understanding. To look into the eyes of tragedy and know my pain with silence and heart-ache. Hear my cries to heaven, is all I ask.

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<sup>Wonderful posts as always darlings, however in the end we could only chose one of you to hold the Royal Position.

Congradulations to Darcia! You are now the Neutral King, you are free to claim etc etc, you know the rules of course and have fun m'dear</sup>