Post by deme on Apr 14, 2006 22:38:22 GMT -5
Demetria knew very well that she stood now far from the herdlands, far from Sandy Shores, but never the less she cut loose a long high whistle, her deep chocolate eyes casting a gaze around. Her call was aimed for Summers Sunset, who supposedly seemed to be her own fathers other daughter in some way. The large mutt of a mare shook her bay and white coat, long forelock falling over her face and covering her soft eyes.
Her bodice was covered in shadows, even the white of her coat was hiden beneath the shadow of great trees. Her face was the only thing that was visible, if one had not seen her before they would have mistaken her for The Undertaker for the way his forelock had always hid his deep dark eyes and the way his blaze stood out brilliantly always was the same way she was now.
Her body was not as tall and musculer as her fathers, from the stocky-like build of her Vanner mother, but either way she had a stricking resemblance to her father aside of fact she was bay and white and had softer eyes then her father.
Memories of the stories The Undertaker told her seemed to come alive within the chambers of her eyes, it almost seemed to reflect The Undertakers face and expressions as he recalled stories to enchant his last babe. A sorrowful sigh escaped her, remembering how her father looked laying upon the ground, every bone visible in his heavy body as he smiled gently up at her and told her to find a home. She recalled a few days before he told her to find a home, he had told her if something happened to him to tell Summers Sunset... She had followed what he told her - she had found a home, and now only had to find that mare.
Her bodice was covered in shadows, even the white of her coat was hiden beneath the shadow of great trees. Her face was the only thing that was visible, if one had not seen her before they would have mistaken her for The Undertaker for the way his forelock had always hid his deep dark eyes and the way his blaze stood out brilliantly always was the same way she was now.
Her body was not as tall and musculer as her fathers, from the stocky-like build of her Vanner mother, but either way she had a stricking resemblance to her father aside of fact she was bay and white and had softer eyes then her father.
Memories of the stories The Undertaker told her seemed to come alive within the chambers of her eyes, it almost seemed to reflect The Undertakers face and expressions as he recalled stories to enchant his last babe. A sorrowful sigh escaped her, remembering how her father looked laying upon the ground, every bone visible in his heavy body as he smiled gently up at her and told her to find a home. She recalled a few days before he told her to find a home, he had told her if something happened to him to tell Summers Sunset... She had followed what he told her - she had found a home, and now only had to find that mare.
