|no matter what we breed|
By the time Shiloh became full grown, about twice the size and height that she was now, Nogitsune would be coming into his own as well. For now her mind was still young despite the edge of adult wariness that lurked within and so was that of the pup's that came barreling towards her while she gazed into the water, completely unaware of the dark creature. Shiloh howls as the monster leaps at her paws - he is so quick she is not sure exactly what he is in her haste. She leaps up, fur on end and hackles raised while yanking herself back but his teeth cling to her fur, yanking painfully.
Finally she is aware that the monster is not a monster - it is a puppy. A young male with a weird marshy scent that emanates from the southeast of the river. Nogitsune is agile for a pup but weren't all children? Even though she is on the cusp of her 'teenage' years Shiloh is also still young and had missed much of her youthfulness for the sheer reminder of her weird paw. It had always been a source of resentment within her. How come she wasn't perfect, flawless like her sisters?
With his tiny growl Shiloh dips her head towards him with her lips peeling back into a similar growl, hers being more mature than his, but it is just for show. Now that she realizes he is no harm to her she has settled back down with her curious eyes roaming over his equally obsidian fur, minus the red that crowns his head. "I am who I wish to be," she answers, pleased with her own cleverness. Shiloh flashes a triumphant smile on him, her tail swishing as she preens beneath - or above - his gaze. She cocks her head at him, pointed ears pricked as she leans down to sniff him. "No I'm not. I'm from Diveen," she answers proudly, just as a princess would. This pup probably had no idea that Diveen was the best pack out there. The strongest and most lovely pack!
"I'm Shiloh. Who are you?"
S H I L O H
| we still are made of greed |
one year old - Third Princess of Diveen - no heart/no soul - Kane x Isola
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