Post by three on Dec 7, 2009 11:23:04 GMT -5
Username: Three
Current canons: None
Canon you're auditioning for: Black Waltz no. 3 <3
Media canon is from: Final Fantasy IX
Is the current canon taken?: No
Audition post (400 words):
(The "girl" Three obsesses over throughout this is Princess Garnet. The man that comes to his room and taunts him is Kuja. The "other two" are Black Waltz 1 and 2. Just clearing some things up :3 )
The daunting heavens had been calling out to him. Clouds had whispered in his mind, calling out to him. Their wispy tendrils uttering words unspoken, beckoning unto him. The wind whispered lightly through his window, seducing him in its loving strokes through his longing wings; tempting him, bringing him in closer to the glass. Through his euphoria he saw the beautiful skies. The canvas seemed to be unbound, forever lost in its own mirth. Birds soared, cutting through the bountiful clouds, sending messages to him. Asking him to join them in their ever rising feats, calling to him to spread his wings and to soar above the clouds with them.
The sun had rose like a seed in the wind, bright red and palpating the vault of heaven, and had seemed to crack open. Bloody hands reached across the atmosphere to grip the world, dipped in purple pigment and streaking the skies. Yet those hands seemed to cut through the air, cut through the glass, wrapping around his figure and pulling him closer. Kissing him deeply in some enticing dance, drawing him closer and closer to the window. His hand reaching out to touch that alluring, perfect sky, only to touch the dank cold glass.
He sighed, golden eyes staring out the window, looking down upon the castle grounds. There he caught sight of what he presumed to be her. It didn't matter if it wasn't her, he was sure she could feel him anyway. It didn't matter if she never saw him, didn't matter if she never heard his lust-filled words. He knew she felt him. He knew that when she sang in the dead of night and made his heart quell with love and desire that she felt him. That she sang and dreamed of him. In her songs he could sense her pining to run away.
She craved and yearned for his wings, and when the time would finally come when he could be free, he would take her. Take her high in her ecstasy and ravish her. He closed his eyes, breaths quicking as he lowered his head and let it rest against the glass. His breaths becoming heavier and more frequent, his back arching and his wings unfurling. His eyes half closed but still he remained focused on her. Focused on the swing of her hips and her feminine yet powerful gait. Her soft skin slightly exposed to the light, her small but perfect breasts almost exposed unto him, yet not in tasteless fashion.
His hand reached to indulge in his black lust, thanking the gods for giving him such an ability to release. Yet before any of that could happen he snapped back out of his animalism, suddenly becoming aware that this was not the one he longed for. Indeed, it wasn't even close. Blinking he realized that perhaps he shouldn't pay attention only to bodyshape, for the one he gazed upon in the courtyard was not a woman. From afar he had never been able to tell, that foolish thing that dared call himself a man refused to make it obvious.
He scraped his talons against the glass, hissing in light rage as he closed his eyes. In his humiliation he cursed himself under his breath, loathing how he could mistake his perfect princess for that. It was obvious he had become far too lecherous, the seeds of his lust permitted to spread through his system for far too long.
He broke away from the window, unwanting to be taunted like that any more. He spread his wings, stretching the large appendices so they practically touched either side of the room. He sneered, closing them back and settling them upon his shoulders. Shuddering he realized just how small this room was. How dank. How little. How uncared for. Where as that fat queen sat around indulging herself in the luxury of the world without doing a single thing, here he was. Their prize creation, their ultimate power, the last in the series of undefeatable war machines, and yet he treated little more than a tool. Discard in the dark, only to be used when necessary.
Locked away in his chamber, unable to achieve the basic desire of flight. In room that received so little light and so little heat. Not that he was ever cold, yet still the jealousy that the pig-beast might receive such things for sitting around on her throne shouting foolish orders from her gyrating jaws all day sicked him.
He allowed himself to settle on the bed, touching the linen sheets. He yearned for the feel of silk, for the feel of luxury. Luxury and riches, such things always associated with power. The finer things, the superior things. He grasped the blanket with a taloned hand, bringing it over him before flinging it away, writhing at the ragged and rough feel. He had wanted to sleep, wanted to dream away the world until he was needed again. He did not want to feel alive without purpose.
He sighed, lowering his head. In his boredom he distracted himself again by thinking of her. This time not needing the "aid" the window had provided. In his fantasy her cries of pain only made his heart swell with emotion. He thought of Two and what he had done to her, only longing for it to be the Princess. To her beneath him, screaming for his mercy, begging for him to stop while all the time secretly secreting the fluid that told him that she had wanted him all along. Wanted to feel her breathless before finally slitting her throat at climax, something he could never had done with that bitch. The Princess would want death though, would want her blood spill out onto his hands. She would that final escape and release among her ultimate expression of desire. He would give her wings.
He breathed deeply, uncontrollably aroused by these feelings, thirsting hand running down his clothed body, about to finally escape for a few minutes into his blissful fantasy when the door opened. His hand stopped dead on his stomach, his head glancing up and his eyes widened with anger. Without even knocking this being had chosen to violate his privacy, the one thing he had hoped to keep his own.
He refused to rise to his feet and give the proper greeting, whoever it was obviously didn't need it. Glowing eyes came to focus upon the being. He had been so blinded with rage and lust that he hadn't had time to register who it was. It was the one he had spotted earlier in the courtyard, only fueling his contempt. Of course he recognized him. Of course he hated him. Hated his bitter existence. Hated his arrogance and his showy superiority. Hated him so because he knew that this was the only one he could never surpass. He was the creator of god, the only one above god.
He was, in effect, his only true master. He had longed for a long time to dominate him, secreted in his darkest fantasies he was bleeding on the floor, body sacrificed to the insects of the earth, with the slave becoming the new master, proudly hovering over what had been his kill. This interruption of his pleasure had only added to his resentment of the other.
He allowed words to be spoken, dripping with obvious bitterness, "Why have you come here? Do you doubt that which you have made? Have you come to flaunt your superiority again?" He glanced up at the other, finally rising to his feet, waving his arm out to the side, talons flicking slightly. "I trust you have seen to the other two. I am curious as to why you have not discontinued them. I have demonstrated that I am no longer in need of either of them. Whatever tasks they could fulfill I could do ten times over."
He blinked, trying to suppress any hate he might have for the man before him, drawing his fingers into a ball, digging his talons into his flesh so as not to let them slit the perfect face of the one before him.
Current canons: None
Canon you're auditioning for: Black Waltz no. 3 <3
Media canon is from: Final Fantasy IX
Is the current canon taken?: No
Audition post (400 words):
(The "girl" Three obsesses over throughout this is Princess Garnet. The man that comes to his room and taunts him is Kuja. The "other two" are Black Waltz 1 and 2. Just clearing some things up :3 )
The daunting heavens had been calling out to him. Clouds had whispered in his mind, calling out to him. Their wispy tendrils uttering words unspoken, beckoning unto him. The wind whispered lightly through his window, seducing him in its loving strokes through his longing wings; tempting him, bringing him in closer to the glass. Through his euphoria he saw the beautiful skies. The canvas seemed to be unbound, forever lost in its own mirth. Birds soared, cutting through the bountiful clouds, sending messages to him. Asking him to join them in their ever rising feats, calling to him to spread his wings and to soar above the clouds with them.
The sun had rose like a seed in the wind, bright red and palpating the vault of heaven, and had seemed to crack open. Bloody hands reached across the atmosphere to grip the world, dipped in purple pigment and streaking the skies. Yet those hands seemed to cut through the air, cut through the glass, wrapping around his figure and pulling him closer. Kissing him deeply in some enticing dance, drawing him closer and closer to the window. His hand reaching out to touch that alluring, perfect sky, only to touch the dank cold glass.
He sighed, golden eyes staring out the window, looking down upon the castle grounds. There he caught sight of what he presumed to be her. It didn't matter if it wasn't her, he was sure she could feel him anyway. It didn't matter if she never saw him, didn't matter if she never heard his lust-filled words. He knew she felt him. He knew that when she sang in the dead of night and made his heart quell with love and desire that she felt him. That she sang and dreamed of him. In her songs he could sense her pining to run away.
She craved and yearned for his wings, and when the time would finally come when he could be free, he would take her. Take her high in her ecstasy and ravish her. He closed his eyes, breaths quicking as he lowered his head and let it rest against the glass. His breaths becoming heavier and more frequent, his back arching and his wings unfurling. His eyes half closed but still he remained focused on her. Focused on the swing of her hips and her feminine yet powerful gait. Her soft skin slightly exposed to the light, her small but perfect breasts almost exposed unto him, yet not in tasteless fashion.
His hand reached to indulge in his black lust, thanking the gods for giving him such an ability to release. Yet before any of that could happen he snapped back out of his animalism, suddenly becoming aware that this was not the one he longed for. Indeed, it wasn't even close. Blinking he realized that perhaps he shouldn't pay attention only to bodyshape, for the one he gazed upon in the courtyard was not a woman. From afar he had never been able to tell, that foolish thing that dared call himself a man refused to make it obvious.
He scraped his talons against the glass, hissing in light rage as he closed his eyes. In his humiliation he cursed himself under his breath, loathing how he could mistake his perfect princess for that. It was obvious he had become far too lecherous, the seeds of his lust permitted to spread through his system for far too long.
He broke away from the window, unwanting to be taunted like that any more. He spread his wings, stretching the large appendices so they practically touched either side of the room. He sneered, closing them back and settling them upon his shoulders. Shuddering he realized just how small this room was. How dank. How little. How uncared for. Where as that fat queen sat around indulging herself in the luxury of the world without doing a single thing, here he was. Their prize creation, their ultimate power, the last in the series of undefeatable war machines, and yet he treated little more than a tool. Discard in the dark, only to be used when necessary.
Locked away in his chamber, unable to achieve the basic desire of flight. In room that received so little light and so little heat. Not that he was ever cold, yet still the jealousy that the pig-beast might receive such things for sitting around on her throne shouting foolish orders from her gyrating jaws all day sicked him.
He allowed himself to settle on the bed, touching the linen sheets. He yearned for the feel of silk, for the feel of luxury. Luxury and riches, such things always associated with power. The finer things, the superior things. He grasped the blanket with a taloned hand, bringing it over him before flinging it away, writhing at the ragged and rough feel. He had wanted to sleep, wanted to dream away the world until he was needed again. He did not want to feel alive without purpose.
He sighed, lowering his head. In his boredom he distracted himself again by thinking of her. This time not needing the "aid" the window had provided. In his fantasy her cries of pain only made his heart swell with emotion. He thought of Two and what he had done to her, only longing for it to be the Princess. To her beneath him, screaming for his mercy, begging for him to stop while all the time secretly secreting the fluid that told him that she had wanted him all along. Wanted to feel her breathless before finally slitting her throat at climax, something he could never had done with that bitch. The Princess would want death though, would want her blood spill out onto his hands. She would that final escape and release among her ultimate expression of desire. He would give her wings.
He breathed deeply, uncontrollably aroused by these feelings, thirsting hand running down his clothed body, about to finally escape for a few minutes into his blissful fantasy when the door opened. His hand stopped dead on his stomach, his head glancing up and his eyes widened with anger. Without even knocking this being had chosen to violate his privacy, the one thing he had hoped to keep his own.
He refused to rise to his feet and give the proper greeting, whoever it was obviously didn't need it. Glowing eyes came to focus upon the being. He had been so blinded with rage and lust that he hadn't had time to register who it was. It was the one he had spotted earlier in the courtyard, only fueling his contempt. Of course he recognized him. Of course he hated him. Hated his bitter existence. Hated his arrogance and his showy superiority. Hated him so because he knew that this was the only one he could never surpass. He was the creator of god, the only one above god.
He was, in effect, his only true master. He had longed for a long time to dominate him, secreted in his darkest fantasies he was bleeding on the floor, body sacrificed to the insects of the earth, with the slave becoming the new master, proudly hovering over what had been his kill. This interruption of his pleasure had only added to his resentment of the other.
He allowed words to be spoken, dripping with obvious bitterness, "Why have you come here? Do you doubt that which you have made? Have you come to flaunt your superiority again?" He glanced up at the other, finally rising to his feet, waving his arm out to the side, talons flicking slightly. "I trust you have seen to the other two. I am curious as to why you have not discontinued them. I have demonstrated that I am no longer in need of either of them. Whatever tasks they could fulfill I could do ten times over."
He blinked, trying to suppress any hate he might have for the man before him, drawing his fingers into a ball, digging his talons into his flesh so as not to let them slit the perfect face of the one before him.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao