Open Joining <3

[FalconX]

Come one! Come all!

~~ The King- NOT OPEN
~~ The Queen- TAKEN
~~ The Heir- not chosen yet
~~ The Heiress- not chosen yet
~~ The Royal Offspring- none yet

~~ Duke- TAKEN
~~ Duchess- 500 word sample post
~~ Offspring- none yet

~~ Herd mares- no sample post needed
~~ Herd stallions- no sample post needed
~~ Herd foals- none yet

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Sample Post: (if position requires it)

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[a.s.h.l.e.y. <33]

Shadie wants to join hehehe.

Name of Character: Shade
Personality: 95% evil, 5% neutral (lol)
Position Wanted: (well, he wants be be king, but as that's not open) Duke
Sample Post: (505 words)

Lifting his head to the shadowy moon, Shade knew that his destiny await him, in the land of darks. So he moved, quickly and quietly to the one who he would talk to. She would decide his destiny. His fate, his future. He hoped she had good judgment.

With a quick glance over his blood brown shoulder, the dark stallion slipped stealthily into the lands of the evil. His loose, tough fur rippled gently over his broad muscles, as his dark pelt blended nicely into the surrounding darkness. Trees lightly touched his bare back, making messy little white scratches. Some were deep enough to bleed a little, but nothing disturbed his steady trot.

Dark eyes glanced around for any sign of life, but there was none, not now. Nothing but himself, alone in the valley. And the birds, they were there, too, but Shade paid them no mind, they were unimportant like the extras in a movie.

Their sweet call interrupted his thoughts, why? Because they are birds and birds only care for other birds. Birds, they have no thought of those below them and those below them only thought they were a nuisance if they didn’t have taste buds for them. And Shade didn’t.

Up ahead, the stallion could smell the one he was searching for. She stood alone, he could tell. Snorting to tell her was there, as to not surprise the queen when he suddenly burst out from behind the trees. He knew that she probably already knew of his presence, even before his whinny, but that didn’t stop its light echoing off the trees and rocks.

When a mare came into view, Shade took up a walk, until he stood before her. His words were cold; they had evil twisted up inside of them. They were hollow, only a slight whisper, carried by the wind. But they seemed to take up so much space. “Hello, Falcon. Nice to see you.” From his voice and his eyes, one could tell that there was no feeling behind his words of greeting. It was like two unfriendly strangers saying hi on the street.

Whipping his tail up to warn off the few pesky flies that flew around his rump. He hated them, those flies, with their little feet that tickled his spine, making him shiver in the hottest summer sun. They were one of the few things that drove him crazy. Them and the birds.

“I have come from the position of Duke.” Shade dropped his head to a respectful height, before his queen. It was slightly too high, but his pride wouldn’t let him drop it any lower. Stubborn, his pride was. So stubborn that on the day his true love disappeared (oh, so many nights age, before he was evil) he shed no tears although he knew that he should have.

Eyes on Falcon, his queen, the young stallion waited for what she had to say.

He hoped it was good news. He’d gotten very little of that in his life.

[FalconX]

The mare roamed the lands. Her pistons moving swiftly and landing softly. Winter was here and in full force. The once lush and green meadows were covered with the annoyingly pure white freezing cold snow. An enemy none could fight, the cold. Many would die from the harsh climates but many was not she. The arabian mare moved with the grace of a swan though her body was rough and rugged portraying of her hard life. A blood crimson bay hued pelt was all she had over her hard muscles. Her stilts propelled her through the land.

This was hers. All hers. Eventually she may find a king. But not for love. Most definitely not for love. Has anyone really ever heard of a dark loving. Does one really think that a cold selfish heart could love! The thought in its self was ridiculous. An evil smirk claimed the mares once graceful features. Her eyes blazed with what some would call insanity. She was a true dark.

Her ebony banner flowed out behind her as she ran. Whipping the trunks of trees and small shrubs. Her banner swayed in the breeze her furious run created. A black forelock rippled down the center of her facade, spilling slightly to the sides, framing her elegant face.

The twittering of birds reached her auds. Glancing up her brown eyes narrowed at the sight of the fowl. How she would love if she could just rip that stupid bird apart. This was a darks land! Did that stupid fowl not know that! A darks land could not have the happy twittering of colorful pretty birds.

A scent flowed on the breeze and into the mares nares. Quivering with watchfulness she slowed down to an agitated trot. Her mane and banner bouncing from the awkward rhythm of her gait. Her auds pricked forward and swiveled every way. Finally a sound. Pistons of an approaching horse, and from the scent of it a stallion. Once again the evil smile placed its self upon her features.

A snort caused the mare to turn around. No surprise showed in her orbs. Her dark pools surveyed the stallion before her. As the stallion approached she made no move. She was not afraid. Perhaps he came seeking a place in her herd. Other wise the stag should watch his back.

A snort left the mares nostrils at his words. If the words were not spoken in a way that was evil and twisted then she would have kicked him out then and there. But something about his voice intrigued her so again she made no move.

Finally the mare parted her velvet kissers and spoke to the young brute "I bet you have" She said with a savage smirk. Venom and spite laced the mares words. She was not angry with this stallion, that's just simply the way she talked.

"Well then you may have that position, Duke." Her voice sounded mocking and a sneer was present on her facade. Though the stallion did dip his head in a sign of respect. She watched him with narrowed eyes full of suspicion. When one was a dark you never could be to careful.

((OOC: Wonderful post!!! The position of Duke is all his ^-^ And the position of King is decided by Falcon. So if she ends up liking him then he will be "promoted" to king))

[Spitz]

Name of Character: Axel
Personality: Loves to fight and mostly wins as this stallion never ever back down especially went fighting for Terra or mares.
Position Wanted: Herd Stallion

[FalconX]

Oh good another little stallion to be added among my ranks.
Axel is accepted as a herd stallion.

[Jemi]

Name of Character: Danger(dun dun dun...)
Personality: Danger is stubborn. He does what he wants when he wants. He doesn't take orders but dishes them out frequently. He is also mysterious. One minute he could be your best friend, the next your worst enemy.
Position Wanted: wants to be king but will settle for herd stallion...for the moment(muahaha)

[FalconX]

The little stallions keep coming don't they...
Danger is accepted as a herd stallion.

[fearless.]

Name of Character: Don't Blink

Personality: Blink is very refined, but not in any way weak. He is very passionate about certain things and is not to be pushed around. He will not put up with stuff from anyone. He is not power hungry, however, he doesn't like to be ruled.

Position Wanted: Will settle for anything, but definitely wants to be considered for King

Sample Post: I guess I don't need one?

[FalconX]

Well things are certainly getting interesting...
Don't Blink is accepted as a herd stallion.