Post by ophelia on Aug 15, 2008 4:59:34 GMT -5
Username: Ophelia
Current Canons: N/A
Canon you're auditioning for: Malificent
Media Canon is from: Sleeping Beauty, Kingdom Hearts, House of Mouse
Is the Canon taken?: No
Audition Post: (I'm starting my audition post right after the aftermath of the last appearance of Malificent and Pete in KH2. And making up crap...XD {Reminder Link})
Tongues of green flame licked at the edges of the chasm. Curling over crumbling marble in a fine sheen, crackling softly over molten rock. Ebbing away from the center of the void with a dawdling hiss.
The marble platform had been devoured by the crater. Even hollowness, which had seemed almost palpable, had been gorged from the epicenter. Until there was nothing. Not even nothing. Only a dry empty swallowing which seemed to resonate from the crumpling supports. A swallowing that was trying to swallow it's own venom, which thrummed from some invisible focal point in the darkest depths of the sheer pitch.
Jet black ash snarled up from the abyss, scouring the white wreckage with inky charcoal, and dusting the air with a heavy shroud of bitter smoke. Sickly mauve veins of magic ensnared misshapen contours and coiled around chunks of boulder and fused stone. The only flickers of life, no matter how slight, were the diminishing curtains of emerald fire in the foreground, sizzling and popping before they died and steamed.
Everything on the ravaged battlefield seemed annihilated.
But heat lingered.
An oppressive heat. A vivid heat. A metallic heat, like rot and rusted mail, and which had nothing to do with the remnants of inferno. Squeezing. Looming over with a toxic pressure of utter volition. Constricting thought. Two great facetted reptilian eyes smoldered through a screen of spitting embers to gaze upon the scene of devastation. Colorless oblivion mirrored in twin slits with the same kind of purposeless hunger. Hot scales clanking as the powerful body shifted and mammoth talons raked the coals. It's jaws opened as if to inhale the vacuum, and blistering steam spouted from it's nostrils. A simmering rage with the zeal to spew more bane upon the heartless, which had long since disintegrated. To eat the nothing it had made of them. To grow stronger by ingesting the nothing of nothing in another intoxicating blast of havoc. A desire to consume consuming, boiling over in one last agonizing roar.
Then the blaze flared up in a single concentrated plume around the silhouette of the dragon. A mushroom cloud of roasting force screaming towards the heavens. And a blinding flash of putrid violet light extinguished the remnants of the cinders and smoke in an aftershock of howling wind which tore through the rubble.
All that remained was a small puff of purple vapor.
Maleficent lowered her arms gracefully, bat-like cloak swishing around her elbows, as she dispersed the mist with a dramatic shrug. The column of her neck stretched to gaze, with fresh perspective, at the barren landscape, giving a little inclination of approval. Before she extended her wrist leisurely in front of her. And, after a moment, her staff materialized between her fingers as if it had been there all along. Long and sharp. But the crystalline jewel fixed to the top was dark. Her ruby lips pursed in annoyance, and she gave the staff an impatient tap on the ground. The orb ignited instantly. Misty light swirling and expanding from the center to fill the sphere, washing her classical features with an eerily glow. She looked utterly taken a back for a moment, but then recovered herself and swept away from the edge of the cavity.
The sorceress glided across a path of shaky pebbles and green sparks. Only saved from a lengthy fall to her death by the surge of black magic that supported her. And because of this she let her yellow eyes roam to and fro, searching without hesitation, with a mysterious smile playing subtly across her lips. It did not take her long. She had not expected it to take her long. The curved vision in her orb made clear what she was hunting for. The orb saw all, past and present. If she followed with guile.
A fat lump came into view, out of the corner of her eye. Sprawled ahead on top of the thinnest sliver of marble imaginable, that had miraculously survived the barrage on the edge of the crater. She had assumed the cowardly fool had perished when she had left him to battle alone. Pete was not known for his good fortune. But there he rested, looking as incompetent, and moronic as ever. Although, it was good to see, slightly seared.
Her smile slipped off her face and a familiar bitter, waxen expression stiffed her features. The rage of the dragon lurked behind every slithering movement, and the orb glowed brighter, whirling with livid indigo. This imbecile had tried to snatch her staff! In the midst of the battle! With heartless pressing on all sides he had chosen to try and save his own hide instead of serve his mistress. Panic had overtaken the fool. She hadn't expected any better from Pete. But before they had commenced, she had given the mangy dog a chance to "run for it". She hoped for some direly needed assistance but he been nothing but a worthless hindrance. Fed up, she had simply left him to be buried under the torrents of heartless, wrenching her staff back from his meaty grip. It was beneath her to be his baby sitter, and she had not the time to roast him when fending off the approaching army. Those weak enough to do her bidding would either serve well or perish, the agreement did not work in the reverse.
She slammed down her staff, and purple flames lanced up underneath Pete's bottom. He yowled and almost toppled off the sliver. Barely managing to keep from slipping down into the seemingly bottomless crater.
"Rise."
"Mal-Mal-Mal-ef-eecent!"
She scrutinized him coldly over the gap and her pointed chin. And lifted her other hand to summon a stream of magic and suspend the struggling dog over the cavernous drop.
"W-What are ya doin'!" He cried, three jowls quivering, looking like a bloated animal stuffed into a very small cage, "I-I helped ya! I stayed! W-We beat 'em back didn't we dear?! All the heartless gone!"
"Yes, and with no thanks to you."
"But-But, you're alright? After all those hundreds? Shouldn't you be all, ya know, drained…?" he swallowed and pulled at his singed collar hopefully.
"My powers remain perfectly in tact." The corner of her mouth twitched. "They are no longer bound to the heartless. Reserves were being leeched away by Ansem without my knowledge. I see this now, why I was before, so easily defeated! Now I toil for not a soul but my own, and because I destroyed so many of my parasites I am more powerful than I have been in eons!" She tilted her head back a released a high maniacal laugh that bubbled up from somewhere deep. She could feel the power. It soared through her. She had not felt this invigorated, this passionate, since the pin prick of Aurora's maiden hand and untimely slumber. And besides…his Majesty and company had probably eradicated the tenants from the rest of the castle now…It would be all hers.
"Oh…Gee…well that's nice…" muttered Pete, meanwhile, looking crestfallen at the plunge beneath his wriggling toes.
Malificent released another high chilling laugh. Giving the wrist that held Pete, a twist, the magic threw him forward to dangle on the edge of the rickety patch where she stood. Looking down at him. Her shadow blotting out the dim light that still filtered down from the organization's (mostly smashed) lights.
"Do not worry. I have not finished quite with you…yet."
Pete looked up at her and gulped.
"We have many more tasks yet to accomplish. Will you serve me again…? More faithfully than you have in the past…?" Her words had a sultry edge to them as her dainty boot edged towards Pete's grasping fingers.
"Well…I really do like to hang in there, so I'm feeling very ready to agree!"
"Excellent."
Diablo alighted on her shoulder in a brush of glossy wing tips as she strode away. Magic path growing fainter and fainter each step she took away from her servant, and towards the door leading to the rest of the castle. Leaving very little time for the pudgy dog to scramble after her and cling to her skirts.
Current Canons: N/A
Canon you're auditioning for: Malificent
Media Canon is from: Sleeping Beauty, Kingdom Hearts, House of Mouse
Is the Canon taken?: No
Audition Post: (I'm starting my audition post right after the aftermath of the last appearance of Malificent and Pete in KH2. And making up crap...XD {Reminder Link})
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Tongues of green flame licked at the edges of the chasm. Curling over crumbling marble in a fine sheen, crackling softly over molten rock. Ebbing away from the center of the void with a dawdling hiss.
The marble platform had been devoured by the crater. Even hollowness, which had seemed almost palpable, had been gorged from the epicenter. Until there was nothing. Not even nothing. Only a dry empty swallowing which seemed to resonate from the crumpling supports. A swallowing that was trying to swallow it's own venom, which thrummed from some invisible focal point in the darkest depths of the sheer pitch.
Jet black ash snarled up from the abyss, scouring the white wreckage with inky charcoal, and dusting the air with a heavy shroud of bitter smoke. Sickly mauve veins of magic ensnared misshapen contours and coiled around chunks of boulder and fused stone. The only flickers of life, no matter how slight, were the diminishing curtains of emerald fire in the foreground, sizzling and popping before they died and steamed.
Everything on the ravaged battlefield seemed annihilated.
But heat lingered.
An oppressive heat. A vivid heat. A metallic heat, like rot and rusted mail, and which had nothing to do with the remnants of inferno. Squeezing. Looming over with a toxic pressure of utter volition. Constricting thought. Two great facetted reptilian eyes smoldered through a screen of spitting embers to gaze upon the scene of devastation. Colorless oblivion mirrored in twin slits with the same kind of purposeless hunger. Hot scales clanking as the powerful body shifted and mammoth talons raked the coals. It's jaws opened as if to inhale the vacuum, and blistering steam spouted from it's nostrils. A simmering rage with the zeal to spew more bane upon the heartless, which had long since disintegrated. To eat the nothing it had made of them. To grow stronger by ingesting the nothing of nothing in another intoxicating blast of havoc. A desire to consume consuming, boiling over in one last agonizing roar.
Then the blaze flared up in a single concentrated plume around the silhouette of the dragon. A mushroom cloud of roasting force screaming towards the heavens. And a blinding flash of putrid violet light extinguished the remnants of the cinders and smoke in an aftershock of howling wind which tore through the rubble.
All that remained was a small puff of purple vapor.
Maleficent lowered her arms gracefully, bat-like cloak swishing around her elbows, as she dispersed the mist with a dramatic shrug. The column of her neck stretched to gaze, with fresh perspective, at the barren landscape, giving a little inclination of approval. Before she extended her wrist leisurely in front of her. And, after a moment, her staff materialized between her fingers as if it had been there all along. Long and sharp. But the crystalline jewel fixed to the top was dark. Her ruby lips pursed in annoyance, and she gave the staff an impatient tap on the ground. The orb ignited instantly. Misty light swirling and expanding from the center to fill the sphere, washing her classical features with an eerily glow. She looked utterly taken a back for a moment, but then recovered herself and swept away from the edge of the cavity.
The sorceress glided across a path of shaky pebbles and green sparks. Only saved from a lengthy fall to her death by the surge of black magic that supported her. And because of this she let her yellow eyes roam to and fro, searching without hesitation, with a mysterious smile playing subtly across her lips. It did not take her long. She had not expected it to take her long. The curved vision in her orb made clear what she was hunting for. The orb saw all, past and present. If she followed with guile.
A fat lump came into view, out of the corner of her eye. Sprawled ahead on top of the thinnest sliver of marble imaginable, that had miraculously survived the barrage on the edge of the crater. She had assumed the cowardly fool had perished when she had left him to battle alone. Pete was not known for his good fortune. But there he rested, looking as incompetent, and moronic as ever. Although, it was good to see, slightly seared.
Her smile slipped off her face and a familiar bitter, waxen expression stiffed her features. The rage of the dragon lurked behind every slithering movement, and the orb glowed brighter, whirling with livid indigo. This imbecile had tried to snatch her staff! In the midst of the battle! With heartless pressing on all sides he had chosen to try and save his own hide instead of serve his mistress. Panic had overtaken the fool. She hadn't expected any better from Pete. But before they had commenced, she had given the mangy dog a chance to "run for it". She hoped for some direly needed assistance but he been nothing but a worthless hindrance. Fed up, she had simply left him to be buried under the torrents of heartless, wrenching her staff back from his meaty grip. It was beneath her to be his baby sitter, and she had not the time to roast him when fending off the approaching army. Those weak enough to do her bidding would either serve well or perish, the agreement did not work in the reverse.
She slammed down her staff, and purple flames lanced up underneath Pete's bottom. He yowled and almost toppled off the sliver. Barely managing to keep from slipping down into the seemingly bottomless crater.
"Rise."
"Mal-Mal-Mal-ef-eecent!"
She scrutinized him coldly over the gap and her pointed chin. And lifted her other hand to summon a stream of magic and suspend the struggling dog over the cavernous drop.
"W-What are ya doin'!" He cried, three jowls quivering, looking like a bloated animal stuffed into a very small cage, "I-I helped ya! I stayed! W-We beat 'em back didn't we dear?! All the heartless gone!"
"Yes, and with no thanks to you."
"But-But, you're alright? After all those hundreds? Shouldn't you be all, ya know, drained…?" he swallowed and pulled at his singed collar hopefully.
"My powers remain perfectly in tact." The corner of her mouth twitched. "They are no longer bound to the heartless. Reserves were being leeched away by Ansem without my knowledge. I see this now, why I was before, so easily defeated! Now I toil for not a soul but my own, and because I destroyed so many of my parasites I am more powerful than I have been in eons!" She tilted her head back a released a high maniacal laugh that bubbled up from somewhere deep. She could feel the power. It soared through her. She had not felt this invigorated, this passionate, since the pin prick of Aurora's maiden hand and untimely slumber. And besides…his Majesty and company had probably eradicated the tenants from the rest of the castle now…It would be all hers.
"Oh…Gee…well that's nice…" muttered Pete, meanwhile, looking crestfallen at the plunge beneath his wriggling toes.
Malificent released another high chilling laugh. Giving the wrist that held Pete, a twist, the magic threw him forward to dangle on the edge of the rickety patch where she stood. Looking down at him. Her shadow blotting out the dim light that still filtered down from the organization's (mostly smashed) lights.
"Do not worry. I have not finished quite with you…yet."
Pete looked up at her and gulped.
"We have many more tasks yet to accomplish. Will you serve me again…? More faithfully than you have in the past…?" Her words had a sultry edge to them as her dainty boot edged towards Pete's grasping fingers.
"Well…I really do like to hang in there, so I'm feeling very ready to agree!"
"Excellent."
Diablo alighted on her shoulder in a brush of glossy wing tips as she strode away. Magic path growing fainter and fainter each step she took away from her servant, and towards the door leading to the rest of the castle. Leaving very little time for the pudgy dog to scramble after her and cling to her skirts.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao