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[JESS!CA]

AUDITIONS THIS WAY...

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December invites you to audition for his herd, care to accept his generous offer?[/font][/size][/color][/center]

[sojourner]

Name - Revelation
Gender - Stallion
Age - 3
Breed - Crossbreed
Height - 15.3
Mutations (If Any) - n/a
Position Wanted - Stag? (basically any male position that you need him for, preferably with fighting in the job description)
Sample Post -

He watched as the clouds whisked across the moon. One moment, the full moon shone brightly against it's dark backdrop with a shadow lingering to the side. The next it would be covered, but it still was bright, radiant even, but it's glimmer was dimmer, being forced to illuminate the sherds of cloud. It was a beautiful night, and a good one to be alone on. Honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. Here, now, worries left him and simple thoughts were allowed to rule his mind. Thoughts like, where did the clouds come from? How did they move? How far away was the moon truly? It was refreshing to say the least.

Normally he thought on other, more serious things. Where was home for him now? Would he ever be strong enough to have a family? He also wondered about his father and brother more than he would have wished. He hoped his brother was ok, wherever he was. The colt had never been a strong one or a healthy one, but he did have a good head on his shoulders. Maybe he'd managed to find some sanctuary with others. It was all that a big brother could hope. Big brother? What claim did he have to that name? Honestly? He should have stepped in sooner, come to rescue the colt sooner, but no. He'd been a coward until the very end. It was a failure that he found difficult to live with, but live with it he did. Now his father... his father. He hoped that that fiend was rotting somewhere beneath the ground, and it pained him greatly to think of how much things had changed between them. Best friends turned worst enemies. Part of him was almost glad his mother hadn't lived to see what the family had become. Then again, maybe it wouldn't have turned out that way if she'd lived. Honestly, who could know?

Stomping a broad hoof on the ground, he cursed his own weakness. He needed a fight now. It had been too long since the last one, after all, how many fights did wandering stallions get into when they were being careful about stepping into the wrong lands. Still, he was restless. It seemed like every muscle was burning for some action. He wanted that adrenaline, to live in the moment, to feel his body tire for once. Then again, if he got in a fight, he would have to take what came with it. That alone almost made him refute his earlier wish. He did not want to be this creature that he was, that he feared would continue to grow this way. No, he would fight, but he would learn to do so with honor, and he would not allow the blackness to consume him. But in the end, the sins of the father are the sins of the son.

[JESS!CA]

Accepted - Welcome to the herd.

You will be placed in the herd as a stag for now - but December will keep you in mind as a possible commander or knight when the herd has purpose for one.

[sojourner]

Thank you.