Post by december ; on Jan 18, 2010 11:30:24 GMT -5
Hello, my dear, my name is December.
Although I have no aliases, you may call me what you wish.
I am of 2 and a half years and I am a male.
My bloodlines are purely Dalmatian.
This is what the world is for - making electricity.
Average, I'm so average. I'm just like every other Dalmatian that walks by, almost identical. The only thing that separates me from the next Joe that walks by is the placement and sizes of my spots. The pattern of dots on a Dalmatian is like a fingerprint, its never the same. Like many of my kind, long legs hold up a strong body. We're a very graceful breed, fit for many activities, but not the strongest, fastest, or the most agile - we're rather ..average.
My eyes are the doors to my soul, like the saying goes. Instead of wearing my heart on my sleeve, I keep it framed in my optics for the world, or mere passers, to see. These eyes are two gorgeous colors, yes two: an icy blue, that has been described as "piercing," and a light brown that is more dull. Unlike the rest of me, I find pride in my off-colored eyes, for they stand out - any color would against plain black and white.
No one is perfect, this is a phrase I keep pinned like a Post-It note in my mind. For some odd reason, when I find beauty, I claim it perfection. I see my own flaws, though, for I do not see beauty upon me. One eye is has a bit less luster than the other, one of my toenails have been ripped off by the wear and tear of the streets, my tail has a small crook in it, my rear left leg has a twitch, one ear flops more than the other, etc.
You can feel it in your mind. Oh, you can do it all the time.
Gentleman. It describes me in one word easily. I'm kind, gentle, easy-going, accepting, and I care about the well-being of others over my own. Maybe it was from my father, who was also an overall nice fellow. Maybe it was from my mother, who never said a harsh word. Either way, I grew up to respect males and females until they disrespect me. If disrespected, I was not to control the situation physically. Instead, I was to maturely talk it out, and I follow through with this. I think it is ..trashy to fight, but I will do it if necessary.
Flirt. Yes, the ladies from the block I grew up at considered me a womanizer, but I just enjoy different types of flowers. I have a hard time containing myself, although I have never been ..intimate with another. Instead of physical feelings, I rather like the emotional games with the opposite sex.
Strong. Although I dislike fights, do not underestimate me. I am stable mentally, emotionally, and physically. I will stand up for my beliefs, thoughts, and those close to me. I will die to protect those. I am not one to be pushed around or walked on. I am not one to be overlooked.
I rather enjoy holding conversations with others; being in large, open areas; swimming in pools, lakes, steams, and other forms of water; and the game of love. I don't appreciate territorial males, or males in general; humans; traveling for long periods of time; and uneducated others. Those are just a few of my interests, or disinterests, and it is hard for me to explain my personality, for if you wish to know me quickly, it is easier to hold a conversation with me. I favor the taste of warm pastas, spaghetti would be an example.
If I were a human, I would have a few "disorders:" OCD, ADHD, and anxiety. Although each are minor, some things are evident. I tend to count my steps as I walk, my attention span is worse than a Chihuahua's, and my mind will go off on a pessimistic train with just one bad thought.
Plug it in and change the world. You are my electric girl.
In June, I was brought into this world. I had a rather easy childhood. My parents taught me the correct ways of living and to never hurt anyone, that they might be gone the next moment. In the beginning, I was the rebel of my small litter of three. My brother, Arctic, and my sister, Glacier, were both shy, quiet, "perfect" pups. I, however, was the oldest and the most defiant. I treated my sire and his mate rather wrong, and one evening, I woke up without my parents. A neighborhood feline told us she witnessed our mother's dog-napping and my father's breakdown. From the cat's mouth, my mother was brought to the pound and my father was put down for attacking the animal control officer. I learned my lesson the hard way.
As orphans at a year old, my siblings and I lived together for a while, but eventually, we took our own paths. My brother and sister blamed me for their death, if I wouldn't have been such a tart, they wouldn't have been removed from us. I immediately ejected myself from their pessimistic presence and had a new life motto: "live without regrets." Although it is a hard phrase to follow, I try my hardest to so I'm able to live without the sadness they live with. I haven't seen my mother, Arctic, or Glacier since then. I have met a few lovers, a few fighters, and some in between. I'm a nomad searching for a place to settle.
