&&. i flew to heaven on suicidal wings.

[Tempest]

† Basic

•Chromosomes: XX
•Breed: Paso Fino.
•Age: Seven.
•Height: 16.1 Hands.
•Alliance: Dark.
•Herd: Loner for now.
•Rank: None.
•Mate: Never.
•Offspring: All Killed by her own will.

† Outer

•Looks: Spider stands tall, her frame is as always a very proud and defiant stance. Her body is sleek, and always seems to shine just like her namesakes own beads along the fibers of webs. Her muscles are well defined, her gaze is a crazed one however. Her mane and tail are normally a crazed and dysfuntional site, though it only seems to add to the insanity of her beauty.

•Scars: She has numerous small nicks and scrapes, but nothing really stands out.
•Extras: Nothing yet.

† Inside

•Personality: Her mind is a dark venture to any that should dare stumble into the abyssal void. She is a horror story book case of insanity. Her taste for the darkness is something that cant really be understood. What may be an insult to some could charm her into sadistic fit's of a giggle. Her mind is empty of most emotion, though she does understand what other's feel, she simply doesn't care. Her emotions seem unable to love, though many of a darker stag have fallen for the dame, her intentions are simply of her own surival, having no care even to the foals she has born in her time.

•History: She started out like any filly. Born into a dark herd, her father however was not known to be of sane mind. Her mother was an ordinary dark mare, a conformer. She followed the rules of her band, followed the leaders around. She was of no real rank amongst the herd. When her dark filly was born, everyone could sense the aura of power around the filly, and instant intimate bond of sire and filly. He was quite proud when he met the little one. She was not the playful sort like other foals, she didnt cuddle up close for comfort, she had an ego like pride that made her stand on her own.

She would only come near her mother to nurse, and then she would be off on her own, listening and watching her sire, or exploring the terrains around them. If other foals even dared to come near her and attempt a game, she would lash out with abusive and aggressive instincts. So far did she go, that one foal ended up lame for the rest of his life. So strong he was too, he could have been and amazing herd leader when he grew up had he not tangled with the she - devil that cared not how bad she hurt others.

As she grew into the demented and beautiful young demon she always was, her temper and her insanity grew with her. She became a crazed beauty. A fantasy in the eyes of the darkest stags. A prize that all wanted to claim, to have their seed grow with life within her. But such a goal was impossible. Her first season brought an all to handsome dark boy. His deep bay coat, and his muscled form made the dark dame seek him out. Playing her game well, he soon was following her band for many days, looking for a way to get passed her sire, and take the young dame. When he had her away from the band, he made sure his seed was firmly growing inside of her. Proud of what the outcome could be.

He kept her close, but when her belly grew round, and she gave birth to the dark bay filly, she left it in the cold winter's snow alone. The stallion was suprised but such actions, even trying to speak to her of taking the foal along, but she refused the worthless abomination of her womb, and left it for the waiting wolves. She felt no remorse for such actions. It was a time before a heavy draft stag won over the small band of mares the bay had led, and when he too came to plant his seed within the mare, she allowed without much hesitation. In the time when she gave birth to the grey filly, she exsterminated it herself. Mangled and left in a worthless heap on the ground, Spiderwebs being the lead mare, pushed the herd on, and they moved in fear of her.

It continued in such a way, until she had given life to near five foals, but all were taken from life. She saw no real reason to keep them, she had no desire nor drive to be a mother, and she held no emotions that truly held her to them. She was more concerend for the life she led, and with what dark band she could encounter next. She soon left the old band, and now maybe she should decide to settle on a stag and his foal? Maybe someday, though her body is scared from so many foals, none have lived long enough to be given even the slightest hint of a name. To what dark stag could such a prize be given?

[Tempest]

Living
Deceased

xxmeet.and.greet

xxgot.your.back.forever (closest friend) ---
xxkeep.goin.strong (flirt friends) ---
xxboys.will.be.boys (guy friends) ---
xxglamour.and.gossip (girl friends) ---
xxliving.on.the.edge (buddies) ---
xxthicker.than.water (kin) --- Despereaux (brother)
xxyou.seem.alright (great friends) ---
xxpickin.wildflowers (nice to me) ---
xxquality.over.quantity (admired by) ---
xxmy.little.plaything (teased) ---

xxa.morse.code.romance

xxshutting.you.out (ex-love) ---
xxcan't.get.you.out.of.my.head (infatuation) ---
xxgotta.be.something.more (crush on me) ---
xxwhat.will.come.of.this (crushing on) ---
xxthere.is.nothing.like.it (love me) ---
xxdont.wanna.keep.him.off.me (lover) ---
xxscars.you.gave.mark.pasts.unknown (ex-lover) ---
xxwhatever.souls.are.made.of (soul mate) ---
xxcut.my.wrists.and.black.my.eyes (ex-love have feelings for) ---
xxyou.just.won't.let.go (ex-love with feelings for me) ---

xxyour.blood.is.mine

xxsilent.battles.rage.on (rival) ---
xxfists.will.fly (dislike) ---
xxdare.you.to.cross.me.again (betrayed me) ---
xxlooking.back.now.i.see.your.falsehood (betrayed by me) ---
xxtearing.you.apart (deep hatred of) ---
xxkeep.enemies.closer (hated by) ---
xxsidelong.glances.and.rumors (jealous of you) ---
xxopen.the.envyous.eyes (jealous of me) ---
xxwords.maim.worse.than.knives (gossiping about) ---
xxwatch.your.back.tonight (to die) ---
xxlet.your.blood.flow.freely.now (killed) ---

xxlocked.away.in.my.memories

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