King Auditions

[Biscuit]

OK, so there will be a king of the darks and a king of the lights and the king of the neutrals. Wolves will have a seperate light, dark, neutral kings. But this goes for everyone who wants to try out!
Name:
Herd/Pack Name:
King of What alliance:
Why you should be King:
Example post:

There are the requirements for the tryouts. Posts must be 400 words minimum. 400 words are not that hard I did it and I got King of the East on Deadly falls! Your challengers are the other neutrals, or darks, or lights! If you want to be king your posts must be descriptive and long! I will declare the winner!! Thanks and have fun.

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Name: Arizona Sunset
Herd/Pack Name: Desert Storms
King of What alliance: Neutrals and possibly King of Everything
Why you should be King: 1)I consider myself a fair rper. 2) If i don't lose the url i am active and on atleast twice a week. 3)Because Arizona is a strong character that takes nothing for no one and will do anything to protect his loved ones and will take on any challenge.
Example post:
Got to fight another fight - I gotta run another night
Get it out - check it out
I'm on my way and it don't feel right

His stride was long. His presence was irrevocable. His will gave him wings. His eyes hungered for the wide open spaces of his Arizona home. But alas, he was stuck in a lush green terrain and might as well assert his power. Chasmals scanned all that surrounded him before they foundered upon a small den like structure. His past was visible within his optics as he was carried back to another time, another place.

I gotta get me back - I can't be beat and that's a fact
It's OK - I'll find a way
You ain't gonna take me down no way

The time of his holy entrance. His maternal was of wild heritage and his father was a Quarter Royale that fell for the peasant. The den was filled with the scent of fear and birth. First came his cranial, followed soon by the rest of his bulk. He thrashed free of the sack and In no time, stood upon splayed columnals. The sunset mirrored itself within his occulus thus giving him his calling. Arizona Sunset. His carcass was full of spunk, but his parental lay stone cold upon the glebe that withheld his thin proportion. He set out on his own, fighting the elements. He grew wild, untamable. Nothing would fence him in though many, many, many tried.

Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it
Don't push me - I'll fight it
Never gonna give in - never gonna give it up no
If you can't catch a wave then you're never gonna ride it
You can't come uninvited
Never gonna give in - never gonna give it up no
You can't take me I'm free

Many burdens were carried heavily upon his cold organ. Thinker churned as he tilted it heavenwards to observe the Eagle’s flight. Just like home.. Without another waste, his projections began to move, talons slamming like thunder into the topography. The shadow of the Arizona God fell upon the troposphere like a teasing lamb. Impossibly, carcass leveled out even more so and he soon moved even with the idol. His pedates gave him wings. Aqua flowed wide up ahead and the raptor showed no signs of ceasing, so neither did the vaga. It approached rapidly and soon, his cage was airborne. He recollected himself upon reaching the opposing embankment and continued on.

Why did it all go wrong? - I wanna know what's goin'on
And what's this holding me?
I'm not where I'm supposed to be

Then, the landscape ceased to exist. It met the atmosphere in one of nature’s cruelest setbacks. The king continued on, while his servant remained physically bound to the globe. Spiritually, he flew on, back to Arizona. Back to the desert. Lithe rose on his hinds just as lightning struck and the sky opened. Fores struck heavenwards without faltering. Larynx released a benevolent challenge. Bring your worst, his thinker churned, and I’ll top it. Give me water I’ll give you fire. Whip snapped audibly. Plush held a smirk of malicious intent. Oh yes. He would rein supreme, and if not right off, he would fight for it. Cerebrum rose to a defiant, proud stance as he was once more Earthbound. Occuli closed and he swore his radars faintly caught the call of an Eagle… bronchials faintly stinging with the scent of the dust his own appendages brought about. He was once ruler of his Arizona, and would now rule Golden Desires. He would start small but then.. oh yes.. he would rise to the higher hierarchy in the next flash of the sky. Intentions were clear, motives were crystal, and his organ though slightly tamed by one lass, was still free. Thorax heaved releasing a heavy dosage of contaminates into the atmosphere. His own ringer left is vox to roam and reverberate. Let him be challenged, all would fail. Wind blew over his bulk, whip and tresses flying as the thunder rolled, the lightning struck, and his plot slowly began to unfold. They would all learn to bow in his presence. Lippers peeled away to reveal dentures as he snagged at the last lingering fringes of flora. He despised green. He thrived in his dry, desolate climate. Enjoyed the stinging of his bronchia as the dust was inhaled into his thorax. It was his heroin. He was addicted to it as the Eagle was to the sky. He knew no boundaries. No limit between Earth and sky. No-one would teach him that. They’d learn never to believe in the impossible. Cameras took in his surroundings once more, only in a new light… he then began to plot.. his brainpan churning as fast as it could… He would rule. He would have his queen. He would have the kingdom.. and he would have the world.

I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight with all my might
I'm getting out, so check it out
Ya - you're in my way
So you better watch out

Word Count- 857

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[Biscuit]

beautious post!! hopefully we will get more people to join and then you will have some competion...maybe! lol

[Biscuit]

Name:Ghost Raider
Herd:Dead Falls
King of the Darks
Why: I am reliable, and fairly active. I am on about 3-4 times a week, maybe a little more, or a little less. Ghost is a strong horse. He doesn't take crap from anyone. He will fight, even if his odds are low. He is a great leader. He will show no mercy if he has to. He has no problem with that.

The demon's knives could feel the soft geography beneath his carcass. He entered the realm of the unknown as the darkness sounded him like a disease that would not go away. Lost souls came to surround him from the depths of hell. Giving the demon a ghastly glow. A loud snort was giving from his paper thins. He loved being around the souls that wished they could free. With a toss towards the heavens of his large skull the lost souls of the dead left. To return to the depths of hell. They listened to him, and soon so would the lands of the North.

He released a shrill cry from the depths of his vox. His rear pillars dug deep into the geography as he sprang into a four beat with ease. He had the agilitly and strength it took to take to be King. He was wise and could lead them into anything. His muscles rippled beneath his fiery chestnut pelt. Within seconds he strode 'pon a cliff that looked over all of the North. His ghost like cry came and echoed throughout the entire realm. Sending fear in the dark liquids of the young. A smirk played at his kissers. His tones spoke out Come to be, all you lost souls. Come to me all the demons and demonesses! See your new King. Come from the shadows and timbers and reveal yourselves with some dignity and respect. We will prevail! We will rule the North! I will be your King and your protector! His tones rang out to the far ends of the North making sure that all could hear.

A smirk tugged at the demon's kissers as he easily slipped off the throne like rock. The dead surrounded him again. They came from everywhich way, showing no one mercy. Taking the lives of others so they could come join them and protect their king. He already ruled over the dead, why shouldn't he rule over the living? A cackle was giving. He would enjoy having the power, but he wouldn't abuse it. Why should he? The whelps would already have to listen to him and do as he said, or they would no longer be in the North.

A darkened breeze came and blew the souls away from his fiery chestnut pelt. His fore pistons flew up into the atoms as his hind stayed planted to the geography. His fore pistons struck out at the atoms as another shrill cry was amitted into the realm. His fore pistons were returned to the geography. His dark liquids scanned the lands again that would soon be his. That he knew. A smirk still played on his kissers. The tendrons will prevail He said in a low, taunting tone. His pistons took his carcass as they retreated back into the shadows with that lost thought running through his thinkbox.

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[A r i z o n a S u n s e t]

wonderful dahling.

[Biscuit]

Thank you, dahling!