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[Stella]

OKAY SO THIS ARE MY AUDITIONS SO FAR, ONE FOR NUTRAL QUEEN -ANGEL- AND ONE FOR LIGHT -STELLA- TELL ME HOW IT IS GOING AND WHAT I CAN DO AND IF THE TABLES R GOOD-

OCC. Okay so I have no idea which of my horses to use as an audition so I decided both, and you can either choose one or neither. Thanks.[/color]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/horses/angel2.jpg] Name:Stella Position Desired:Neutral Queen Character being used:Angel Rp Sample: Freedom, that was the one thing that came to Angel's mind as she flew over the small lake. Wings beating the air with easy, light pounded on her light pelt. Everything seemed fine with her, but for some reason Some one always has to ruin the fun. The Arabian mare flew around the lake once more only to spot a black stallion this time. She decided to say hi. Landing easily on her feet, with only a little bit of dirt flying from her hoofs,she smiled and gracefully put her wings away . ''Hi, I am Angel. And you are?'', tilting her head at the male she wondered why he was laughing so much. But he just kept on going, his nose pointing at her wings. The mare got it now, once again some dumb Stallion was making a joke out of her name. Taking a large leap at him Angel hit her hoof right at his side. ''No one makes fun of me, Specially something my mother gave me''. No Angel did not mean her wings, she meant the name. Ya she did not love it, because it was so ironic, but it was still a gift from her mother, one that she would treasure for ever. She landed on her feet well, and it was a pretty hard hit too, the stallion had screamed in pain so Angel though she had done her job. But as she turned around he called back out to her, Sissy, you really are a angel, with that weak kick and all

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The mare was pissed now, that made her see red. Wiping around, hair flying in front of her face, Angel charged, though she new a full grown stallion would probably beat a young mare. ''Dont you dare talk about me in that way!''. As soon as her hoof hit his flank her eyes flew open. It was all a dream. Something about it was too real though, it scared Angel to admit it,, but many things like this has happened to her before. Unlocking her knees the horse started to walk. All a dream.

Walking towards the lake, it all came back to her, Angel knew why that dream had kicked her right on the gut. It was her mother, The mare missed her so much, but the mare could never go back.

Looking up at the light sky with her brown eyes Angel could tell how unfair life was, every one judged her by her name and wings. Every one, even her own father, left her because of what she was, different. But maybe just maybe, somewhere, some one will accept her and her own self.
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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/stell2.jpg] Name:Stella Position Desired:Light Queen Character being used:Stella Rp Sample: The young horse looked up to her mother, this day was her last day as a filly, tomorrow she would rise in to a mare, and her mother would be so proud of that. Green eyes sparkling the young Stella nuzzled her mother and decided to walk away, maybe the last day she would have for true play. Quickly running over to her best friend Stella dipped her head, ''Hi there''. The smaller friesian smiled back at Stella, the two had been friends ever since Aqua had been born. ''Wanna have a race Stells?'', with that Stella nodded and counted down, a hoof at a time. ''Three.. two.. one.. GO!'', The fillies ran, one faster then the other, but neither really cared. Stella just loved the way her hoofs hit the ground, the sound of thuds, the way her mane and tail flew behind her, the felling of freedom. But looking back with her eyes Stella could see her more fragile friend falling behind, she was younger too. ''Lets call it a draw''. Days passed, and Stella was no longer a filly, she was no longer free. She was attacked, and now she was not worthy of anyone. She laid there, lost, felling sick, hated, and un loved. She could not believe this had to happen to her, why! But soon her best friend came, the two looked at each other. Neither where the same horse as days ago. And Now the young fillies grew in to strong young mares, each trying to find their own way. Stella learned that life doesn't always go her way, and now her best friend was no longer even a friend, but merely a mare in the herd. ------Time lapse----- Leaving the herd had been easy for the five year old mare. She no longer has a family member in there, or even a friend. Stella needed to start a fresh, maybe a new herd, or anything really. Galloping along the hills, the friesians mane flew behind her, longer then it has even been. Eyes as vivid as ever. Her grey hoofs worn out from running. The black Friesian set out a good pace, heart beating just fine for her young age. And as the sun hit her mark, the mark her mother passed down, the crystal like pink bounced of, making Stella tear up. The memories where all too sad, her mother, father, brother, and the day all her happiness went to the dark. Noises where reaching the mare's ear, making her distracted. Hooves, and many of them, wiping her head up, Stella whined, making her presence known. I hope they are welcoming. Stepping one last hoof, the Friesian's sensitive ears ears could hear them getting closer, one specific sound closer than the other. Must be the Lead Mare. Tilting her head the female watched as ten or so horses of many shape, size, and age came over the small hill. Many seeming mad and or scared. ''Hi, I am Stella, a wondering mare''. And as she talked the black horse dipped her head, not wanting to be disrespectful of course. But the lead mare seemed mad, not welcoming at all. What do you want? We dont welcome horses like you, the lead mare seemed older, her grey dappled pelt uncared for like many of the other young mares. Stella understood now. Blinking she took a step back, ''I am sorry miss, I just wanted to explore''. The grey mare wanted nothing of it though, she was angry, her eyes went blank, blank with anger. Out! Out of my land!, her voice howled long and loud threw the hills, much like thunder. Stella would not stand down this time, she wanted to learn, be strong, nothing would take her down. ''No!'', taking one large step forward, hoof hitting the grass hard, she lowered her head, flank rippling with anxiety. The grey mare came on first, hoof pounding the soft grass and all. But Stella never moved, She was not one to fight, she was nervous and did not want to be the one to harm or kill the Herds lead mare. ''I will stand down'', Stella moved back, one large hoof at a time, mane and tail lightly blowing in the breeze, but it seemed the gray mare wanted a fight, she wanted nothing more to win. No you come back here

[/i],it seemed the grey mare wanted to prove to the herd she was still young, that she could still protect her loved one's. Stella would not do it, she was a light hose, and to her that meant keeping peace. ''No''. Turning her body Stella ran, not from being afraid but from wanting no harm done to the elderly grey mare. I am afraid am I not, she trotted away.

Muse: Okay in till the end
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OOC: LUCK!
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