AUDITIONS

[SABBATH FOX]

Alright, everyone. We're having auditions for the Gods and Goddesses of this site. Below is some information about them. If you wish to role-play a God or Goddess, please audition in character below, and staff will evaluate the posts. Please do not be discouraged if you do not get a God/Goddess. Only the most capable role-players will get the part!

- Sabbath Fox

GODDESS NYX;;
Role-Play Position: Taken by Sabbath Fox.
Info: Nyx is only a place lower than God Dante, but still rules over God Osteo and Goddess Iris. God Dante is her lover. Nyx is a mix of complete, firm honesty and generosity.



GOD DANTE;;
Role-Play Position: Taken by Lore.
Info: Dante is the highest power deity of Deadimonium. Goddess Nyx is his lover. He is the ultimate ruler, and often times sets strict standards for his subjects. Those who come to him are often times given harsh, but truthful criticism.



GODDESS IRIS;;
Role-Play Position: Taken by Dove.
Info: Iris is the lover of Osteo, and is one power below Nyx, but one above Osteo. She is the more gentle and gracious of all the deities. Others usually come to Iris, as she is not a critic like the other deities. (It is a preference that she is a snow colored mare.)



GOD OSTEO;;
Role-Play Position: Open
Info: Osteo is the lover of Iris, whom is his better side. He is harsh, and only controls the graveyard and battle ground. He is a merciless deity, and often times give the meanest of words to those who seek to speak with him. He regrets nothing he says, but like all the other deities, he knows everything and everyone. (Osteo is the brute seen in the image at the top of the site.)

[lore]

Dante stood at the top of his path, dark eyes roaming the ledge that lead to his part of the cove. The God's ears flicked back, bloody crimson pinned against snowy white. The wind tousled his pale mane and tail, tugging, pulling, playing with the strands. He lifted his heavy skull, nostrils flaring as they took in the briny scent of the cove. Gulls above his head wheeled about, their sharp cries piercing the air, crushing the lapping of the waves. The stallion could hear the flapping of their wings, feel the beaten air rushing from the birds' feathers, shaped to help them stay afloat in the turbulent sky. With a grunt, Dante lifted his head even higher, large, intelligent eyes upturned to stare into the purple cauldren. The white forms of the gulls dipped and swayed, desperately pure against the brewing storm.

The beauty of it all was lost on the still God, his draft form like a statue. The only thing that moved was the feathering upon his cannons and the stallion's mane and tail. The strands where of the purest silk, soft and pale, clean and unmarred by bald spots. The feathering reached down to cover most of the God's black hooves, leaving only a few hints of the toes at the very base. Dante's mane draped over his powerful neck, short and elegant, and his low set tail hung down by his hocks. They seemed perfectly groomed, like those of a show horse, and oh so white.

Without warning, the God dipped his thick skull and flung it back to release a deep bugle. His throat vibrated with the noise, powerful and guttural, lungs compressed to force it out of his open jaws. Dante reared up upon strong hind legs, front pistons lashing out at invisible enemies. The stallion was quite a sight to see. Crimson hide rippled as his muscles contracted and stretched beneath, whole frame radiating a dark, red light. Dante seemed like he had been dipped in blood, save for his white mane, tail and feathering. A white blaze also survived the fiery color, it colored his muzzle a pale cream and stretched up between the dark eyes of the draft's tossing skull.

Everything about the God screamed power and authority, from his great muscles to his chocolate pools. Dante was not one you would want to fight, and that was not because he was the king of the Gods and Goddesses. The brute was a fighter, that was for sure, though there were no signs except for the obvious gleam in his dark orbs and the strength shown in the display. No scars crisscrossed his blood red hide, no marks branded him. The God fell from his rear, wide, open front hooves landing upon the flat rock with a thud. For an animal of his weight and size, Dante took the impact with ease. Even though he was years old, his body took all of the abuse without a single stumble or flinch.

But there were a few brands the stallion had, though none were from other horses. One was imprinted upon the right side of Dante's neck. This design was of four wispy lines that twisted and coiled with each other to create an intricate pattern that spread from the base of his mane to his right ear where the lines separated to swirl upon the back of the Gods crimson aud. This mark was hidden most of the time, Dante's white mane covering the equally snowy marking.

The second brand was spread on each of his legs. Two pale stripes above the elbow of the God's front legs and the hock of his back legs. This design stretched only a few inches for each thick mark. They were simple yet beautiful, the eight marks stark against Dante's blood bay hide.

The last was not etched into his skin, oh no. This brand was twisted into his mane. On a strand behind his crown is a symbol of the moon, a silver crescent meant to represent his one love; Nyx. The delicate carving was strung to his mane by threads of spidersilk with three strings with thirty-eight beads strung between them. The middle, the longest thread, held the moon of pure silver. The others held the striped feather of a hawk and the creamy feather of an owl.

The powerful draft God knew what each meant and treasured them all. The twisted lines stood for the four Gods and Goddesses of Demodulation; Dante and Nyx, Osteo and Iris. This world would have been nothing without the others who helped to create it along side their king; Dante. If the blood bay had been left to make this world alone, it would have been very different and everything would be similar to each other. But the other Gods and Goddesses brought creativity and variations between all the lands and their inhabitants. Each God and each Goddess had their own role to play in this world. Dante ruled over them all and made sure all was fair in the lands of Galacia Forest, Danu Forest, Sequanna Plains, and the Verbia Beaches. Nyx had the Nysa Valley, Chrystalia Plains, Quivira Meadows and Valhalla Hills to rule justly. To Iris went the Avalon Mountain, Ninlil Valley, and Irkalla Plains. And Osteo had the Killaraus Meadow and the Nifhel Meadow to look after. Without them, the world would be quite plain.

The stripes represented the eight lands of Deadimontium. The four the draft God looked after, the three his mate, and the one of the lover of Osteo. These lands held the equine rulers and their herds, these eight lands divided to allow them to make their homes. Already two stallions had stepped forth to make their homes in the Avalon Mountains and the Chrystalia, the land Iris and Nyx ruled. One was kind, one was cruel, Dante would have to watch them carefully. A leader must be firm and assertive, but not overly controlling, hopefully the two stallions would get the just of leading their own herds.

Now, the last stretched far beyond the range the first two did. It held the importance of his love and the equine species. Nyx's name meant night, the moon represented her well, and what follows the night? Day. The hawk feather was the light, the owl the dark. The hawk was cunning, the owl the knowledge. The hawk was the power, the owl the authority. The hawk was war, the owl peace. The two complimented each other well, yet were so different. Another example would be Iris and Osteo, so different that they fit.

With a sigh, the crimson God titled his head to look back up at the sky. Raging clouds chased each other, purple, grey and black clashed and swirled, fighting for position in the gloomy sky. The air crackled with electricity from the spring storm, all animals had taken cover to avoid a good drenching. The gulls had disappeared during Dante's musing and left the dark sky devoid of life. The only sounds were those of distant thunder and the lapping of waves that grew ever more harsher. The storm was whipping the ocean into a frenzy, its wild ways spreading to the usually calm water. The stallion shook his heavy skull, mane dancing around his thick neck. The feathers and small trinket had no choice but to follow along in the tossing and tugging.

One of those mortals must be calling a storm in. Why did we give them such powers? They should only belong to the Gods and Goddesses for only we know how they should be used, and use them properly. Dante lifted his broad head to look out of the white-capped ocean with dark, sorrowful eyes before turning back to follow the path higher to enter the cave which would shelter the spirits from the rain and wind. How could we have been so stupid? The blood bay draft took a last glance out at the maddening storm before disappearing into the cliff side, giant frame seeming to walk right into the wall without a trace.


NOTES
Word Count::1359^(wow)
Mood::Unsure
Music::None
Comments::I didn't get into his thoughts and feelings too much. I never do in the first posts. I usually try to describe them so everyone will know how my character looks before getting to deep into their personal stuff.
OTHER::My take on Dante. Here, he is a blood bay with white stockings, white mane and tail and a white blaze. He has four white lines on the right side of his neck that twist and swirl with each other from the base of his mane to the top of his ear were the branch off. Most of the time they are hidden by his mane. Two white stripes are above his elbow and hocks. Thirty-eight beads, a hawk and owl feather and a silver moon are twisted into his mane. Dante's eyes are dark chocolate and his hooves are black. He has a draft build.

[SABBATH FOX]

Wow.

Very, very nice audition, Lore. The detailing was very intricate, and your vocabulary is quite... Well, wonderful! I was actually pulled into this audition, and forgot that it was just an audition for a moment. Wonderful job!

You have been awarded God Dante.

[dove]

Iris twitched her ears. It was the beggining of a new day, the sun was just rising it's head from the horizon and the world around her woke with it. She twitched her white tail ever so slightly, letting it brush against her hocks and she sighed. It was a beautiful site to see. The world was beautifuly crafted, each part falling onto another and working in harmony to do the simplelest of tasks and the most extrodinary. It was absolutely breathtaking to think about and watch. The peace she felt right now was lovely, she sighed again. Sadly she wouldn't be left in peace for much longer. When others awoke she may, no she would be called and needed. It wasn't all that bad though, to be wanted, to be needed, to be called for. It gave Iris a sense of being, also it gave Iris something to do with her long days.

The sun had just crested the trees, its fingers gripped the earth, warming it and lighting it. Ah, wonderful... Iris thought as she felt the sun just begin to caress her piebald back. She blinked her different hued eyes and snorted. Iris stretched her neck down, allowing her back to stretch as well. As her Kissers touched the ground she went ahead and snacked on the grass tufting from her little hill. Now thoroughly stretched out she felt readier to face whatever was coming her way. The goddess smiled and trotted in careful measured steps down the grass laden hill. A slight breeze that seemed to have awoken with the sun played with her white and black streaked tresses. Iris let it.

Iris had a serene look in her mismatched eyes, one blue and one dark red. Her serenity that showed in her eyes matched the persona she donned. It was an unusual sight to see the mare lash out as she was and is rather motherly and more of a gentle spirit. It was probably the only reason she fit so well with her lover. Iris was a loyal gal and she loved Osteo very much. She was almost the opposite of the gods and goddess. She was more patient then them at least and far less critical of other horses. Iris was more like a mother, she very much corrected the horses if they were doing something unbecoming or bad for themselves but, she also had a heart and was caring.

WORDS: 419
OOC: I know it isn't long and lengthy, but, I think I did pretty good.

Basically my take on her personality is that she is more motherly, so she may baby a horse or she may say something like "Lift your chin a bit Deary, don't look so sullen." and such things like that. She is also kind hearted and gentle, or at least moreso than the other dieties.

I also chose for her breed a Gypsy Vanner, then normal piebald type. I know you preffered a white horse, but, I just really like this idea for her. She also has a aqua colored eye on her right and her left eye is hued dark red.

[SABBATH FOX]

Dove, very nice as well! You are granted Goddess Iris. ^-^