Character Study- Empya/EmileeA Chapter by ShannonA history, background, descriptive of Empya
Descriptive Paragraph- Empya/Emilee
Emilee is a Quiet girl. She always hands in her homework on time, she listens when you need her, and always knows what to say to make you feel better. She's intelligent, and believes in listening twice as much as she speaks. However she tends to have a wilder side, an innner demon if you will. When presented with conflict that she cannot swerve away from she becomes unpredictable, and strikes out intimadatingly shes a force to be recond with when she feels threatened. Her Hair is long, wavy, and chestnut brown, her eyes large, trusting, intelligent and a deeper brown than her hair. With a delicate feminine face, and gentle features. She's slightly tall, and lean. She runs track for school, able to run long distances and able to sprint with great speed over shorter distances. THE FOLLOWING WAS WRITTEN BY SHARKAPILLAR (thank you so much for this super important tid-bit Ell) I was greeted by that familiar, homey scent that so many people cringe away from as I entered the barn. It was just as filthy as it had been last I was there. It was beautiful. There was a bit of rustling as a few of the horses moved about in their stalls, their hooves charging through the bedding as they stepped every which way. A few brooms and shovels hung on nails that protruded from the wooden walls. There was a halter and lead rope draped over every stall door for every horse there. There were ten stalls, and for the longest time only nine of them had been used. The newcomer had arrived one night prior. I had heard talk of amongst the owners of the barn and the ladies I often chatted with when they were here. She was a mare, a very spirited one. I had heard talk of her previous owner trying to get her to take a bit, and ended up with three broken fingers. She never tasted the metal of a bit after that. The mare had been rejected by so many owners and trainers, she simply could not be broken. She was wild, as wild as a raging sea, tossing about and never completely calm. I glanced over to the stall that should have been empty, the third one down from the mouth of the barn to my right. She was magnificent all right, with fantastic confirms and a chestnut coat that gleamed wetly but was surely dry. Her eyes were wide; Wild, but intelligent, all spirit and no room for tame. Her eyes locked with mine as if she could feel me staring at her. They seemed to soften a little. I could see she was nervous a bit, unused to new surroundings, but defiant and brave. Unafraid to kick and buck and run, and I could tell by those legs that she could run. I had heard that she had been trained to ride western, if training was the right word. It was what she preferred. She was to be broken into an English saddle, and I was to help with the training. I stepped closer, holding my hand out flat for her to sniff and decide if she trusted me or not. A gray gelding across the way watched in what seemed to be amusement. The mare snorted and turned away almost impatiently. I tried again, reaching out slowly to rub her muzzle. She tossed her head about, nostrils flaring. Almost reflexively, I took a step back. Don't you touch me, she seemed to be saying. It was so clear it was as if I had heard her voice in my head. I sighed to myself. I had to break this? I gathered a bit of courage and mumbled to no one in particular, "Day one." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Empya- Strong Chestnut mare, tall for a mare with a flowing black mane and tail. © 2010 ShannonAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 16, 2010 Last Updated on July 16, 2010 AuthorShannonPAAboutI joined this site in 2009, when I was writing poetry exclusively. However my range has expanded and blended. My once short poems are now some sort of descriptive paragraph/free verse hybrid. I .. more..Writing
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