Post by ?Voltage? on Feb 19, 2011 4:47:12 GMT -5
Angelex
[/color]i will survive ; through this bottomless storm[/color][/i]
breed.~. mustang .x. rocky mountain
o la la.~. femme fatal
left her mark.~. 5 years
skyscraper.~. 16h
look at me.~. gold champagne
tressles.~. honey gold
whip.~. creamy gold
chambers.~. unforgiving amber
stains.~. snip .x. star
alliance.~. dark
look back on the past.~. so, you wish to know more about me? Well, lets have a little looks see, then. I was born to a Mustang dam named Cassadelar, she bore me no resemblance, we were complete physical opposites. While she stood above the earth at an easy 15.2, I stand above the earth at a slightly taller 16.0, she was a flashy blood bay, I am amongst the lighter coat equines, barely recognizable, always covered in mud. My sire was a tough brute named Agonize, which he did very well, and we bore the same physical attributes. Amber orbs, champagne bodice, constantly covered with bulging muscle, with a high, arching crest. He was a proud sonuvabitch who could give any stud a run for his money, despite only standing at the same hight as me, with a lot of up and go. The only thing we didn't share was personality, I took on Cassadelar's troubled moods, the only thing that really showed that we were related. Agonize stuck around with us for about a year before taking off, he only stayed so long because of my appearance, he told me one day that I was his only foal who looked so much like him. Constantly showing his mini-me off, I didn't really like him that much, it was always bribes and 'my little Angel, come see Agonize's friend', for he never permitted me to call him dad. Back on topic, he was there one morning and gone the next, but he left me a small gift, a Morning Glory vine with a single white flower placed ever so delicately on my young back. I have never seen him again, but if I ever do, well, lets just say it won't be pretty. Cassadelar was in a constant state of disarray after that, she was always depending on me to watch out of danger, stand guard while she slept, find the best resting places, and so on, until I turned two and got sick of it all. I left in the same manner Agonize had, silent, in the middle of the night, without a single hoof print on the ground to point to a direction of travel. I am sure that my absence destroyed my already broken dam, but at that point I really couldn't care less, all I wanted was freedom to do what I wanted. At age three I was still wandering various lands in search of a home, never with anyone for company, just me and my thoughts, until I was ambushed one night by a scarred, goliath stud. He force bred me, stayed with me as a controller / abuser for a month, then left, leaving me alone and pregnant. After months of traveling I was forced to stop one night, instinct told me that the baby was coming, but I refused to believe it, despite all of the signs. Three hours after stopping, I was laying on my side, panting, damp with sweat, with a recently dead foal tucked out of harms way under my neck. I had already named her, Beltrixa, my little angel, after a sweet miniature pony who had shown my a way across the mountains that I had traveled from. Bel looked exactly like Cassadelar, a rich mahogany of maroon and brown with strikes of ebony cutting down her legs and face, but she was too weak after birth to stand up right away, as was I, but the difference was that she caught hypothermia and died a peaceful death. I still miss her, in the little time that I had seen her she was very optimistic, always saying that she would make it through, she would make it through. I was a fool to believe. Nothing interesting really happened at age four, more travelling, more evading wound-up stags, more running, and now I face myself with my fifth year on this planet, bumbling around like an idiot. That is the short version of my life, I am not up to telling any more, so good-bye.
mood swings.~. Angelex never was a happy foal, always finding things wrong with plans, with others, with herself, and scrutinizing that little imperfection until her head hurt. And although she might seem like she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything for very long, she has been known to get an idea in her brain and never let it go, which also means that she can hold a pretty good grudge for a nice length of time. Mostly a lazy, snarky, ass-head, Angelex has been known to have her sweet moments where she lets you into her heart, but they come suddenly and leave quick, leaving her to be a head-strong, dominant, usually pissed off vixen. She doesn't care about looks, whatever you think about her is fine, she likes who she is, even though she's rough around the edges, and hates it when other equines gossip. Her strong belief is that you should make your own mistakes, there is no way that she is going to butt in and tell you that you might break and leg doing this, or this grass if bitter and this grass is sweet; let you find it out on your own. She's quick with words and has a sharp tongue, her usual preference is to settle a fight without to much physical exertion involved, but she is always up to a good brawl, especially when she wins, for she is a sore loser and usually mopes for days to come after losing anything. One of her nice quirks is that once you befriend her, there is no way that she is going to let you suffer, Angelex is loyal to the extreme of it being an obsession, she would rather die than tell a secret that a friend doesn't want anyone else to know, and takes her promises seriously.[/center]
