Thestral Queen

[[F]allen]

[Thestral Queen!]

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[The sample post must be with the charrie you are auditioning as Queen. It must either be in the perspective that she already is Queen, or wants to be. Please give good detail and clue us to the type of personality she has through the post as well.]

[calypso]

Say it like you mean it:
Calypso

A lady never tells:
850

Got one or not?:
Lady

Breed:
Spanish Mustang x Drum Horse

Fly them colors:
Chestnut Pinto

Go ahead, measure me:
20 hh

Personality:
A prankster. A joker. Whatever you would like to call someone who finds great pleasure in toying with others. That would be me. Calypso. I'll giggle while you goggle, cackle while you cry and do it 'til you die. Yes, I made that up just now. What else can I say about little ol' me...I think it's highly entertaining when others lose their tempers. It's highly entertaining when they can't seem to control their emotions. What heathen trash can't keep their tongues in their mouthes long enough to dream up something intelligable? Silly kittens. I think individuals are idiots. I think a great many people are fools. Unworthy of taking up space. Unworthy of my time. Oh yeah...and my patience, once it begins to dwindle...just goes.

Appearance:
Well, let's review pumpkin. I told you I'm tall, spotted and I've got wings too. What more do you want to know about me? Whether I'm a twig or a valuptuous tramp? Whether I have a cloven hoof? What color my eyes are? To be perfectly honest; I'm curvy, my hooves are normal and my eyes are hazel. Beat that, homes. Ya done quizzing me?!

Sample post:
The stage. Who knew that someone like me....oh wait it makes sense now. Me. I'm wherever the action is. How entertaining. Entertainment? Alone. I think not. And that's what had set me wandering. Slipping amongst the foliage in a mildly quiet fashion. I mean really, how subtle can an animal that weighs a fourth of a ton be? I suppose we all try. Oh wait. I can do that thing. Yes, I have a thing. Every thestral does. Mine is fun. More fun than yours, I'd expect. More importantly, it's useful. Do you have any comprehension of how difficult it is to attack something you slide through like water? Do you have any concept of how good I am at paying attention? I suppose you don't. It's a hard thing to grasp. I suppose I'll give you a pass. This time. But, puddin', please try to keep up in the future, hmm?

The tips of the chestnust cords flicked my haunches in an antic of absent mind, flints trodding thoughtlessly on the topography and compacting the terrain with every step. Tiny markers. As if I were stamping the realm. Interesting. A smirk quirked my muzzle, lobes flicking in reticent laughter. The problem with being a certifiable sadist? When you're alone you find pleasure in the little things and then of course you find yourself thinking; oh crap, I thought that was funny?! Yeah, see that's when you know you've gone South. In any case it was vital for me to find someone. Anyone. To torture. Verbal abuse. Physical abuse. Making them physically abuse themselves while I verbally abuse them.

Abuse. A mild snicker sounded in my throat, the bow of my serpentine forming a rippling arch of sinew as I breathed a placid snort. Enough. A demanding scream buffetted the cosmos, fierce gaze meandering over the establishment. What a crappy piece of...censor. Fun. Amusement. To censor one's own thoughts. As if society had any place in my mind. How dare they. How dare they even think that I would allow such a transgression. Nostrils flared and I tossed my skull, prancing in place in an action so dainty it truly did not fit the breeds that I was descended from. Who cared though. It was obvious I was a noncomformist. In fact...I'm pretty sure I'm happiest when I'm making the rules. The sniveling little worms can slither beneath me. Eatting dirt and whatever else they can find.

Unstable? I guess you could say that. You'd be wrong but who am I to impede your freedom of speech? Oh wait. It's that pesky answer again. Cross me, and I'll make certain you're folded in angles you didn't know you could bodily achieve. What do you think about that? I doubt you're looking forward to it but if you are we should talk. I understand giving pain for laughter...but taking it because you want to? Serious problems, homes. Where was I? Oh yes. I was migrating, gracefully as we discussed. The foliage was dense, I noted, hazel spheres calmly scoping out the radius as best was possible from my present vantage - an appraisal of sorts.

At least on one hand it was an appraisal. On the other it was a cry. For whomever was on their way. There was always someone in the vicinity. It was hilarious how available people were. They were always there to have their butts kicked. It was as if they wanted it. And who was I to stand in their way...? Exactly. A snicker was relinquished and I grew dormant, snorting in a feral fashion that was disinterested and thoughtful...waiting. Waiting. We're waiting. Come. ON. A squeal of frustration sounded deep in my diaphragm and I leapt thoughtlessly. A brat? Maybe sometimes...but the brat could probably rearrange your face for you. Or put that pretty face up your scrotum...either way.

The end result is we're both happy. Except I'm not. I'm alone. All by myself. Aaaaalll by myself. I snarled, a discontent...malevolent and vaguely uncharacteristic sound. Except it was characteristic. That was me. Cold. Angry. Violent. And always laughing. It was all so funny! The stupid people were endlessly entertaining. Can you believe that crap? They all thought they were so intelligent...so worthy. So what a load. My brows creased and I allowed that expression to remain fixed upon my countenance...stupid people. Giggles. One might find me an odd sight, especially half concealed in vegetation but honestly...where else would you find a thestral wench at this moment in time? Where is it normal to find us? Nowhere. So bite me.

Actually that's probably not a great idea. I like my personal bubble. Shifting in my place, I wandered from my place of "safety", and began to move in the general direction of the glassy pond that I seemed to have stumbled upon. (I smelled it. Go me?!) Ducking down to sniff at the surface quizzically, I dipped my muzzle beneath the cool depth for several moments, soothing my parched throat with the gently flowing liquid. It was relatively clean, a fact I was most grateful for. As my cerebrum ascended once again, I stood - stock still and surveyed the division. Well now that I'm a sitting duck someone is bound to stumble upon me. Bring it.