New Faction and Deity Audition

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A new faction has begun forming! The group seems to consist of living horses with no visible mutations. They think of themselves as 'pure' and unspoiled and as a result despise all three of the other factions. They view the mutated as unnatural freaks and have even been known to become violent towards heavily mutated individuals.
As far as gifts go, some members of the pure faction accept them but most do not have them or refuse to use them for fear of being shunned by the other members of their faction.

They call themselves The Pure faction and you can now make characters belonging to this faction and claim land for them!

The new faction is also searching for a powerful deity to represent them.

Requirements:

- The new deity can be any gender/age/breed
- They may not have any mutations
- Your example post doesn't have to be very long, just enough that we can get a feel for your style and the character's personality.

If you are interested, reply to this thread with the following:

Character:
Roleplayer:
Example Post:

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[Saoirse]

Character: Saoirse
Roleplayer: Nevreme
Example Post:

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

The sound of hoof beats rang out across the clearing. The huge slab of stone that rose from the turf, like some huge prehistoric beast rising from the depths, was impossible to avoid. It was why she had chosen this place for her dinner. Of course her quarry would not have any reason to avoid the rock. The yearling had no idea he was being stalked. Even if he was aware of her presence he could not know the danger she posed to him. The danger she posed to everyone. Her own sins were nothing compared to his though. Peering through the foliage again Saoirse's gaze picked out the dark scales that spread across the colt's flank. She could not stop the low hiss that slid from her throat at the sight, nor could she pretend not to feel the wrenching pain in her chest. For a long moment it was hard to breath. Then life came flooding back and along with it the craving that had brought her here. Saliva pooled behind her incisors and Saoirse could no longer suppress the urge.

It was over in seconds. The yearling barely had time to register what was happening before she had put her hoof through his skull. Sometimes Saoirse took the time to woo her victims and then kill them mercifully and with as little pain as possible. But she had not eaten anything but grass in weeks and the monster inside her was practically screaming for blood. It was murder in private now or lose control in public later. The mare stood for the span of a few breaths, staring down at the blood and gore that splattered her forelegs. Then she could hold it in no longer. The monster rose inside her again and she began to feed.

When she was done Saoirse looked down at the dead thing before her. The barrel was torn open, flesh stripped from the ribs, and blood soaked through the painted hide. The only spot she had left totally untouched was the scales on his flank. She didn't know if it was possible to gain a mutation through consumption but better safe than sorry. Excellent. It looked as if wolves had feasted here, not another equine. As she stared down at the gore and the flies buzzing around it Saoirse felt her stomach churn. She tried to avoid it. Tried to kill the urge every time it rose but it was no use. And not just any meat would do. She had tried everything from pheasants to deer and only the flesh of her own kind could put the monster back to sleep. But she did not have to sit her covered in blood any longer than necessary. Wrenching her gaze away from the carcass Saoirse bolted for the river. When she reached it the mare plunged straight in without slowing down. It was not until she was chest deep in the flowing water that Saoirse finally stopped. Exhaustion reached her now and she let her skull drop down until her muzzle was trailing in the river. Loathing took up a lot of energy. So she simply stood there, letting the river batter her weary muscles and carry away all of the blood and gore and unhappy feelings away.

But there was nothing the water could do for the hard little ball of self-hatred, shame, disgust, and fear that hung heavily in her gut.

[Hush]

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She would do what was necessary. To make her point verbally was not good enough anymore. As if she hadn't been obvious enough with her vocals, now she would be so with her violence. It didn't bother her, what she was about to do. After all, she had warned them. Many times had she given them explicit instructions on the dealings of those wretched mutant beasts. Their vile transmogrification, the perversion of her clean race, it would all cease to be one day. The dapple mare didn't speak much, if at all, to her subjects, but what she did say was to be adhered to. This punishment would do nicely, just her style. A bit macabre, and full of supreme justice which she had the delight to uphold. She didn't even feel remorse for the situation; more like mild irritation. This would be her making her point clear. Too bad for the other Pure horses, it would have to be a point laced with bloodshed.

"Come. Bring the abomination." Her words were clean; precise. It went against everything she was about to do. She was not bellicose by any means, never looking to start a fight for the wrong reasons. However, when her authority was questioned by dissension from her modest regulations... It was not going to end well for anyone.

Harsh wind picked up, tossing her banner wildly in the wind. She was a terrible beauty; ivory pelt splashed with bits of circled silvery-gray, and those red eyes like the devil. A demon in sheep's skin, bent on eradicating those who stood in her way of a clean world free of the disease of the mutants and the petulant gifted. They believed themselves to be special. Well, she would make a display of what it meant to be "special" and cross her path. Before her eyes, trees bent as if bowing to her. Dial was raised in a regal manner, tail lifted in a proud stance. The Andalusian mare had no time for dawdling. Ears flattened as the chestnut mother hesitated. Hush stamped her hoof wildly, and narrowed those bloodshot pools. All it took was one look, and the mare stepped aside and was nuzzling that... thing at her side. When it turned, Hush was disgusted by the two sets of eyes that lay inset upon the yearlings face. The show of tenderness to such a thing revolted her. It made her sick to her core.

The beast was a tiny thing for being a year old. He looked sickly from trying to live its foal-hood without proper care from it's mother. It's form made the bile in the deities stomach churn. She snorted, glaring down her nose and flaring nostrils in revulsion. It reminded her of the many other foals she had cast from this land. The punishment was not always a humiliating death. Hush was present at every foaling, so when she caught them the foals were merely taken away from their mothers and abandoned. If they survived, then they survived. It was a just punishment for their birth. Of course, most of them died within days. The mare would patrol the borders and every once in a while, would smell the fulfilling stench of carrion. If she killed all of them by her own hand, they would believe her ruthless and unfit to lead. However, her mind was set that the punishment she would dole out tonight was the best she could give in the situation. The mother had disappeared and birthed outside of the knowledge of her herd. She had knowingly hidden a mutated foal, and for such things, the punishments were... Shall we say... Severe. She had even entertained the possibility of cannibalizing the creature, but the idea of even touching the disgusting thing with her lips made her almost flinch with disdain. This thing wasn't even worth the mercy killing she was about to grace it with.

Knowing what was about to happen to him, the yearling foal merely lay himself at the mare's feet and closed his eyes. He knew if he made a scene for his mother and got a reaction from her, then Hush would be forced to kill the mother as well. Selfish thing. She wanted to drown him in the river; starve him in the desert. This would, unfortunately, only be a lesson to the living. The mare silently dared him to ever return to this place as the walking dead. If that were to occur, he would no longer be considered "walking" anywhere.

Turning to the herd, Hush zeroed in on the mare. A pretty brown thing; this was her first foal. Too bad it had been born with a mutation, or the deity would have let her keep it. "I will let my actions speak for me. Hide an abomination, and it will be destroyed." She gave her final warning. Next time, she would not speak. Turning slowly, she lifted her head up to the sky and took a deep, empowering scent of the resignation among her constituents. Not one would speak; not one dared. Flattening her ears, she lowered her eyes to look down at the thing that disturbed her so. Two sounds were heard then, one after the other. The rise of her body in the air, and soon after, the crunching of the damnable thing's skull as her weight plowed through it. Blood squirted up, splashing her a bit in the chest and on her mighty pillars. Dagger hooves were coated in crimson and clots of brain matter. She stepped gingerly from it's skull, and turned once again to her followers with ears pinned flat. Crimson eyes scanned her surroundings.

Not one made a sound.

Such was fair judgement. She warned them of the consequences. Disobeying was not to be tolerated. As the mare made her way down the rocky crags, she landed on the grassy earth with a thud. She stood a moment, allowing everyone a good look of the gore on her legs, and the massacre behind her. She knew what they were seeing; the foal with a gaping hole in his head, tongue lolling out of his jaws in his final moments of life. Getting rid of a pest; that's all it was to her. Walking through the crowd of horses, they made a wide berth as she passed through the center of the gathering. Blood coated her front hooves, even droplets of it had managed to make their way to the underside of her neck. She felt violated, having that disgusting creatures tainted blood on her, but she wouldn't wash it off. Not for a few days, at least. She wanted everyone to know the price for the mare's sins, and be reminded to not repeat such a transgression against her again. As she left the herd circled around the corpse, all anyone could hear was the howling of the wind.

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Great entries so far! Tempy and I have decided that we will be judging the winner based on the audition and the character that we think suits the deity position most.
The deadline has been set to Sunday, August 21st so on Sunday we will be declaring the winner!

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Thankyou Nevvy and Anty for trying out - both of your auditions were supremely written!
We have decided to give the Pure Deity position to Hush, congrats Antypants and well done both of you!