Post by ~/\The Dragon Writer/\~ on Jul 4, 2008 15:27:05 GMT -5
Username: xeranos
Current canons: Yuna
Canon you're auditioning for: Simba
Media canon is from: Lion King, Lion King 1 1/2, Lion King 2, KH2
Is the current canon taken?: Psh, no.
Audition post (400 words):
Current canons: Yuna
Canon you're auditioning for: Simba
Media canon is from: Lion King, Lion King 1 1/2, Lion King 2, KH2
Is the current canon taken?: Psh, no.
Audition post (400 words):
The wild Pride Lands...
Such a land didn't exist anywhere else in all the universe. It was inhabited by nothing more than wild animals, making their daily living on nothing but instinct. Savage fighting and death was a consistant theme within the animal kingdom, but it was overshadowed by the peaceful life of the lions. Not much was able to truly disrupt their lifestyle, other than the conflict every now and then that would give their society a challenge for power. Still, with the rare conflicts aside, the Pride Lands were a very peaceful place for a world of all animals. The lions had made their regime and held it for generations, now led by none other than Simba, son of Mufasa. He had to go through a living Hell to gain his throne, but now that he held it, nothing was challenging him for power.
It was a normal day, and Simba was walking casually through the Pride Lands, mulling over everything that had occured in his life. All the thoughts previously mentioned passed through his head, but they weren't remembered with pain. Simba was actually somewhat glad that it all happened now. After all, what was he without the past occuring as it did? A smile was on his expression, and his golden-brown eyes were shining brighter than usual in the unhindered sunlight. It was a beautiful day, and the plants were all growing well. How could he not be happy? His tail wagged back and forth somewhat calmly, acting as an indicator to what his current mood was. Yes, the lion was having a wonderful day...week...month...heck, his life was going great now!
Then, there was a sudden rustling in the grass behind him. His ear twitched, and his pace slowed slightly, but overall, Simba took no notice of the creature. A light breeze blew in from the direction of the rustling grass, and Simba casually took in the scent. He could instantly identify the creature, and judging by the sounds it was making in the grass, he was bigger. Looking to the side to try and gain a view of the creature using his peripherals, two brown eyes could be seen from within the tall grass. A slight rolling of his eyes, and Simba stopped his pacing to lie down. He let out a yawn and rested his head on his two orange-furred paws. It almost looked like he was closing his eyes to get some sleep, completely ignoring the sounds that were coming from behind him. Closer and louder the sounds came, and Simba still didn't react at all.
Three...two...one...
Counting down in his mind, Simba rolled to the side as soon as he said one. A lioness suddenly burst out from the vegetation surrounding Simba. The lioness had a look of shock and surprise on her face, and Simba was laughing lightly. "You're still causing too much noise. Try shifting through the grass instead of going in a straight line. You'll make much less noise." The lioness didn't say anything, but merely nodded her head and walked away. He always loved training the younger lionesses and lions in hunting and pouncing because...well...it reminded him of when his father, Mufasa, was still alive. The smile on his face started to diminish slightly as he thought back to the happy times he spent playing with his father.
...He still missed his father. He never truly had the chance to grow up with his dad. Scar decided to seize the throne while Simba was still very young, cutting the short amount of time Simba and Mufasa had very short. Looking up into the sky with his golden-brown eyes filled with memories of his father, Simba let out a deep breath. "I...I wish we had more time to spend together, father. I know you're always watching over me, but...I still miss you..." A quick look back to make sure the lioness was gone, and Simba continued walking. He didn't want a sudden 'pouncing drill' to interrupt his fit of reminiscing. It would have been a very unpleasant moment for both the lioness and Simba if anyone were to suddenly interrupt him while he was speaking with the great kings of the past.
Continuing on his walk toward Pride Rock, Simba couldn't stop all the memories from flooding his mind. They didn't fill him with pain or anything, but...he missed them all. Back when his mother was still around, and when he was under the impression that Scar was a funny lion. Those were the days that Simba wished he could provide for his family. He wanted so badly to have those memories be what the lions and lionesses living on Pride Rock now to remember. He wanted them to remember something other than Scar's coup and Zira's plot. Everything was peaceful so far, but he wanted it to be memorable. His gaze then caught a glimpse of the sun setting behind Pride Rock...and it filled him with joy. He knew he could provide that life for his fellow lions and lionesses. He knew he could give them the happiest memories of their lives...
...and he would do anything to give them the good memories he had...
Such a land didn't exist anywhere else in all the universe. It was inhabited by nothing more than wild animals, making their daily living on nothing but instinct. Savage fighting and death was a consistant theme within the animal kingdom, but it was overshadowed by the peaceful life of the lions. Not much was able to truly disrupt their lifestyle, other than the conflict every now and then that would give their society a challenge for power. Still, with the rare conflicts aside, the Pride Lands were a very peaceful place for a world of all animals. The lions had made their regime and held it for generations, now led by none other than Simba, son of Mufasa. He had to go through a living Hell to gain his throne, but now that he held it, nothing was challenging him for power.
It was a normal day, and Simba was walking casually through the Pride Lands, mulling over everything that had occured in his life. All the thoughts previously mentioned passed through his head, but they weren't remembered with pain. Simba was actually somewhat glad that it all happened now. After all, what was he without the past occuring as it did? A smile was on his expression, and his golden-brown eyes were shining brighter than usual in the unhindered sunlight. It was a beautiful day, and the plants were all growing well. How could he not be happy? His tail wagged back and forth somewhat calmly, acting as an indicator to what his current mood was. Yes, the lion was having a wonderful day...week...month...heck, his life was going great now!
Then, there was a sudden rustling in the grass behind him. His ear twitched, and his pace slowed slightly, but overall, Simba took no notice of the creature. A light breeze blew in from the direction of the rustling grass, and Simba casually took in the scent. He could instantly identify the creature, and judging by the sounds it was making in the grass, he was bigger. Looking to the side to try and gain a view of the creature using his peripherals, two brown eyes could be seen from within the tall grass. A slight rolling of his eyes, and Simba stopped his pacing to lie down. He let out a yawn and rested his head on his two orange-furred paws. It almost looked like he was closing his eyes to get some sleep, completely ignoring the sounds that were coming from behind him. Closer and louder the sounds came, and Simba still didn't react at all.
Three...two...one...
Counting down in his mind, Simba rolled to the side as soon as he said one. A lioness suddenly burst out from the vegetation surrounding Simba. The lioness had a look of shock and surprise on her face, and Simba was laughing lightly. "You're still causing too much noise. Try shifting through the grass instead of going in a straight line. You'll make much less noise." The lioness didn't say anything, but merely nodded her head and walked away. He always loved training the younger lionesses and lions in hunting and pouncing because...well...it reminded him of when his father, Mufasa, was still alive. The smile on his face started to diminish slightly as he thought back to the happy times he spent playing with his father.
...He still missed his father. He never truly had the chance to grow up with his dad. Scar decided to seize the throne while Simba was still very young, cutting the short amount of time Simba and Mufasa had very short. Looking up into the sky with his golden-brown eyes filled with memories of his father, Simba let out a deep breath. "I...I wish we had more time to spend together, father. I know you're always watching over me, but...I still miss you..." A quick look back to make sure the lioness was gone, and Simba continued walking. He didn't want a sudden 'pouncing drill' to interrupt his fit of reminiscing. It would have been a very unpleasant moment for both the lioness and Simba if anyone were to suddenly interrupt him while he was speaking with the great kings of the past.
Continuing on his walk toward Pride Rock, Simba couldn't stop all the memories from flooding his mind. They didn't fill him with pain or anything, but...he missed them all. Back when his mother was still around, and when he was under the impression that Scar was a funny lion. Those were the days that Simba wished he could provide for his family. He wanted so badly to have those memories be what the lions and lionesses living on Pride Rock now to remember. He wanted them to remember something other than Scar's coup and Zira's plot. Everything was peaceful so far, but he wanted it to be memorable. His gaze then caught a glimpse of the sun setting behind Pride Rock...and it filled him with joy. He knew he could provide that life for his fellow lions and lionesses. He knew he could give them the happiest memories of their lives...
...and he would do anything to give them the good memories he had...
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao