Post by Medy on Sept 10, 2008 18:37:09 GMT -5
Oh come on, you knew he was coming eventually.
Username: medyveane
Current canons: Well, I did technically pass the audition for Demyx.
Canon You're Auditioning For: Eeyore
Media Your Canon Is From: KH/Disney
Is The Canon Taken?: No
Audition Post:
Slowly trundling through the Hundred Acre Wood, a familiar figure was going about his usual business, as he carried an item that had become oh so familiar to him over the years which he had spent his life in the world; a lone stick. Head hanging low, feet slowly dragging across the ground, the path that this figure was following would suddenly reach an end, as the stick gently held in his mouth was dropped onto a pile of similar items; a pile of sticks that had been collected over the passing hours in order to complete a task that he pursued almost every day.
Clumsily sitting down and staring at the pile in front of him, the blue-tinted donkey known to the residents of the Wood as Eeyore would shoot a glance at what lay before him. What could be described as a pile of sticks before him and commonly was by the others who lived nearby, often being dismantled by people such as Pooh Bear and Piglet who once believed that the masterpiece in front of him was a plaything, was actually a construction that took the donkey hours and hours of time to complete. With a passive expression across his face that suggested hardly any emotion whatsoever, the donkey would be looking at the final state of his operation; his house, now complete.
Yes, it resembled what could only be described as a bizarre organization of small branches and sticks, seeming to form the most basic of tent-shaped buildings as they laid against each other in an a-frame design. Two small entrances lay at either end of the house, forming a shelter that did very little when it came to protecting the elements, but Eeyore was content with it nonetheless. Remaining in the sat position, still looking directly at the tent, the smallest of smiles would cross his face as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the left.
But then, as the donkey was busy marvelling at yet another completed house, he would slowly turn his head back towards the right as a small butterfly entered his vision. Watching it carefully, his eyes rolled around slowly as the insect would take a spiralling flight pattern around the animal, before it then slowly glided down towards Eeyore again. Lifting his nose a little, he would look at this new companion as it landed gently on his nose. Lowering it again, he would watch the butterfly as it turned around gracefully, studying Eeyore with absolute delicacy.
Though others would view Eeyore as a creature possessing a depressed nature, often remaining away from society, the truth about the donkey was that he did have a warm, passionate side, even if it was hidden beneath a colder exterior. Never intending any harm to anyone, always willing to assist others with the most menial of tasks, Eeyore was a caring animal, as reflected by the way he happily allowed the butterfly to dance around his nose.
However, such a friend would only stay around for so long and the gentle insect would then take off from Eeyore’s nose and move nearer to the stick house. In response, one of the donkey’s ears would raise in curiosity as it followed its path. Hovering near the apex of the house, it would lower itself carefully and then take off in a contrasting fashion, vanishing quickly with what followed. The donkey wasn’t the best of builders and the slightest of touches that came from the butterfly knocked the end stick out of position, causing the rest to follow in a catastrophic chain reaction that made the entire house collapse. Sticks fell left and right before Eeyore and he would do no more than watch as his creation faded away.
Silence after the disaster, as the both ears dropped each side of his head as a glazed look was cast at the fallen house. What feeling would cross the mind of the donkey? From the expression on his face, whereby his smile slowly faded to a blank one, there was little to describe about him. A drop of rain would then impact on the ground beside him, which would quickly build up into a shower that covered the Hundred Acre Wood, whilst Eeyore sat there, still looking at the pile of sticks in front of him.
Once again, he was defeated by misfortune, yet no real dismay would be shown from the creature. Instead, he would move forward from his seated position and make his way to the nearest stick. Lowering his head, he would nudge it gently, causing a few more sticks that had miraculously managed to stay upright to topple over as well. Raising his head, he would let out a gentle mutter in a slow, deep, monotonous voice before motioning to pick the stick up in his mouth.
“Oh well… best start over…”
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao