Post by spider on Jun 26, 2010 21:38:47 GMT -5
ALEXANDER MORGAN FROST
FULL NAME: alexander morgan frost
NICKNAMES: alec, morgan
AGE: seventeen
PREFERENCE: bi-curious
HOMETOWN: new york city, new york
CLASS STATUS: lower end of the middle class
CURRENT STATUS: single
MEMBER GROUP: high school
PLAY BY: cameron bright
FAVORITE FOOD?
watermelon because it's nice a sugary...
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
yup.
FAVORITE COLOR?
either teal or blue-gray, or electric blue. let's just say blue.
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
i try not to, but it always happens.
FAVORITE DRINK?
watermelon smoothies. they're amazing and that's all there is to it.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
in college, but only if i can afford it. Baking would be fun otherwise though.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
summer solstice. it's nice and bright for most of the day.
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
that i love to cook. it's my passion.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
day, hands down.
NAME A FANTASY?
owning a bakery. unfortunately my parents want me to be 'educated' to their standards.
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As the rain began to poor down harder and harder across the golden meadows, the silhouette of a tall, sleek mare became less and less visible. The water had been falling for over an hour now, and showed no inclination towards stopping. It was within this mess of water works that the shadow cast by Spider's form stirred, an attempt to shake of the cold liquid that clung to her fur so futile, it was hardly worth mentioning. It wasn't that the tears of the heavens were unwelcome in her mind, many went as far as to take it as a sign of mercy and hope. No. More so that the rain today had a little more than a hint of undesired bite, a not so subtle reminder of the harsh winter that was to come. In fact, it was approaching so fast this year that there was no telling how much longer the rain would last before it turned into more violent forms such as sleet or hail. Both could cause the death of an unprepared equine in the blink of an eye; it just takes one careless mistake to fall and snap a leg, or worse. It was an unfortunate truth that summer would never stay forever, with its soft caressing breezes and comfortably warm weather, but like all things gold, summer was killed yearly by the violence of a harsh winter, spring and autumn being a bloody war for control over the climate.
That was one thing that the Spider, shrouded in a curtain of falling rain, had never liked about the world; unfavorable change and things beyond her control. As a filly, the only thing she had left to hold onto when her dam passed away, not long after she was weened, was father who couldn't differentiate between lust and love. The resulted painting of the world created by her crude upbringing was dark and twisted, revolving around one thought. The only thing that the world liked anymore was stallions.
As the rain began to poor down harder and harder across the golden meadows, the silhouette of a tall, sleek mare became less and less visible. The water had been falling for over an hour now, and showed no inclination towards stopping. It was within this mess of water works that the shadow cast by Spider's form stirred, an attempt to shake of the cold liquid that clung to her fur so futile, it was hardly worth mentioning. It wasn't that the tears of the heavens were unwelcome in her mind, many went as far as to take it as a sign of mercy and hope. No. More so that the rain today had a little more than a hint of undesired bite, a not so subtle reminder of the harsh winter that was to come. In fact, it was approaching so fast this year that there was no telling how much longer the rain would last before it turned into more violent forms such as sleet or hail. Both could cause the death of an unprepared equine in the blink of an eye; it just takes one careless mistake to fall and snap a leg, or worse. It was an unfortunate truth that summer would never stay forever, with its soft caressing breezes and comfortably warm weather, but like all things gold, summer was killed yearly by the violence of a harsh winter, spring and autumn being a bloody war for control over the climate.
That was one thing that the Spider, shrouded in a curtain of falling rain, had never liked about the world; unfavorable change and things beyond her control. As a filly, the only thing she had left to hold onto when her dam passed away, not long after she was weened, was father who couldn't differentiate between lust and love. The resulted painting of the world created by her crude upbringing was dark and twisted, revolving around one thought. The only thing that the world liked anymore was stallions.
How she missed the good old days when she could nonchalantly get into a fight over absolutely nothing and not have to pretend to be responsible and apologize for her unprovoked actions. She just loved to fight. But the mare had bigger things on her mind as she stared out across the water laden, tall grass meadows in silence. She wanted her stallion, Stallord, to be with her, standing by her side. It seemed almost as if he always understood. Like when she was back in the mountains, wild and lonely, he had been the one to find her and guide her back on the path to sanity. She had been lost in her own hopeless ideals, things that she would never had the strength to accomplish or even attempt alone. Stallord had put her mind back in perspective and had shared the craving for the united and secure homeland that she wished so desperately for. even better was that he had taken her as his own and said that they would successfully conquer the homeland beside one another. Never again would she be forced to wander madly alone, searching for a place where she could freely be herself and be accepted for herself and not a mask of false security. Her proud mate had offered that to her, free of the chains that society held on both his soul and her own. But it was hard, like a bird trapped in a cage being freed. It hasn't flown in years, but now that it's chance has come to escape it must take it or let yourself fade away without meaning or impact on the world. Like a trapped bird, Spider had found herself in a situation that screamed appeal or die.
But it's different now. she thought with a determined swat of her black tail, soaked with water. And it was true, things had changed in since the time that she and her mate had first acquainted themselves. A memory of the day began fighting it's way into her conscious mind, and it was so ironic that she almost laughed aloud. When she and Stallord had first met, Spider had attempted to prove to him that she was a threat, only to be beaten in a close match of wits. After her ego had recovered, the mare had been contented to call herself his mate, even if she had never actually bared his foal. Could she persist to claim to be such a noble stallion's mate even if she had never proven herself useful? It would be usual for a brute of his quality to be lacking in at least one foal running around somewhere. It was scary, to consider that she wasn't her stallion's first choice as a mare. Maybe he favored a lady who was calmer and more reserved, or maybe he enjoyed the presence of a wallflower who would stand beside him like an empty shell, just waiting for signals to respond to. Then again, if that was what he had wanted, it was his own damn fault he had chosen a hot headed and strong willed mare that would be more than happy to fight beside him any day. It would be a blatant lie to say that she held not a shred of jealousy in her heart for his mindset; undoubtedly witty, confident, and above all else free. Maybe that was the reason Spider had as of yet not bared a foal, she was afraid of her own restrictions, almost as much as she was afraid of being abandoned.
The adrenaline that had been steadily decaying away from her blood stream began pumping back in through her heart as the wind blew confidently in her face, blowing out the mare's mane gracefully behind her. It carried no distinct scents, only water and the faint seed of excitement and energy that implanted itself into the mind of Spider. She writhed with joy as she threw back her head and gave a meaningful shout that resonated through the crying skies for miles around. The goal was to attract attention to herself and see who she could draw towards her with a neglected whine. It may not have been the best choice, but she was looking for some fun and had no honest preference about who was supplying it.[/sup][/center]
hey, it's Spider and this gal has been at it for
4 years now. they are fourteen years old.
