Dark Lord Auditions [closed]

[»liliha.]

Make a post on this thread about anything you wish with the character you want to portray this role. I will make the decision on who gets the role based on whom I feel will be the best for it. After you have held the position for one week, other people may challenge you for the role. You may accept or decline, but declining means you forfeit your position.

[Zodiac]

<sub>x. Show No Mercy .x

A slim, sleek shape slipped through the undergrowth, scythes hardly causing a rustle on the leaf and moss covered ground. Dark occult scanned the area, glittering with malice and full of deceit; razor sharp harks pinned forward to catch the slightest sound. A thin smile twisted his façade, like a snake poised to spring. Ebony cords lashed against his hocks in an impatient sort of way as he threaded his way through the forest with all the grace and skill of someone who has been here before. Trees towered about him, leaves silently rustling from an invisible wind. The only light that shown through the branch twined roof was pale and silvery, glowing from the slim, celestial face of the cratered moon far above in the inky black sky. Avoiding these few patches of light, the brute crept along, open to any sign of movement. He had traveled long and far to reach this place. Deserting his mother and father for want of a better home, he had wandered through many lands, looking for something to satisfy his momentous ambition. And then he’d found it. This place. No Dark King could be found, far unlike his homeland. And his mounting ambition had urged him on, causing him to thirst to drink the power of the gods. And so the young stallion had arrived, in all his dark glory, to claim his rightful place here. As King. Any who stood in his way would be killed. Conscience was of no concern to the brute, as he had none. Mercy was not in his vocabulary. Death and destruction were two things one thought of when they thought of him. His name? Zodiac.

A harsh snort erupted from his nares, the excess oxygen eaten up the carbon dioxide floating in the air. Lanterns fell upon an exit from this hellish forest, and another snort, excited this time, exited the brute. Picking his way forward cautiously, Zodiac ducked through the opening and found himself in the open air once more. He breathed deeply, sighing with satisfaction, a filthy grin on his mug. So far so good. He looked up, occult glinting, and glimpsed the pearl-like sheen of the moon above, her radiant light bathing the valley floor below them. Tearing his gaze away from this lovely scene, he inhaled, breathing in the warm spring air. There were no equines present. Excellent. Just what Zodiac needed to carry out his work. But he had to find his courage first. The stallion pawed the grass nervously with a scythe, breathing deeply. He’d never claimed a territory in his life, let alone a crown. But this was what his whole entire life had been leading up to. Doom wouldn’t want him to fail now. Slowly, another grin spread across his façade, and, his serpentine arched and his crania erect, he descended down the shallow slope at a trot, kicking up dirt and soil with every step. When he’d reached the bottom of the valley, Zodiac breathed in again and puffed himself out importantly, as though he was a colt again, showing off. But this was the real thing.

Another deep breath. Zodiac collected his thoughts and began to ponder hungrily what he would do once he’d claimed the Kingship. He’d heard there was a Dark Queen already. The brute would enjoy meeting her, but he wondered if he’d necessarily like her. Well, that didn’t matter, as Kings and Queens didn’t have to be mates. Besides, Zodiac was a bit young to be falling in love, let alone having a child. The stallion didn’t think he could fall in love at all, actually. He’d much rather be a single, and let some other stallion claim the Kingship when he retired, rather than have a heir. But he doubted he’d be able to do that. Like his father, Doom Dance, Zodiac had strong beliefs about bloodlines. It would be best if only his descendants remained on the throne. Yes, that would fit. But that was a long way off. The ebony brute would refuse to retire for a long time running. And then there was the matter of claiming mares. It wasn’t as easy as it seemed; mares were picky about whom they chose and they were very select. But surely the Dark King himself would satisfy their delectable tastes. Zodiac allowed himself another thin smile and brought his mind back to the present. Inhaling deeply, he rose upon his muscular back legs, veins straining beneath them, and, irons striking thin air as if sinking into the flesh of a d**ned Light, he bellowed,

”I, Zodiac, son of Doom, take the Dark crown as my rightful possession.”

With that little speech, Zodiac fell to the ground with a powerful impact, grinning wickedly. He’d taken the throne and now it was time to use his power.

x. Show No Mercy .x</sub>

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[»liliha.]

_{Congratulations. you have the part =] I'll msg you the passwords.}

[Zodiac]

YESH!!! *dances*

[E S H E ;]

AHHHHH. You're good at rp'ing.