as if the hiding part of Shiloh's short life was about to be over. She cannot truly be expected to know all of her family, especially with her tendency to hide away and simply grow. Besides, the royal family is extensive with roots going back so far and trickling down into various cousins, their bloodlines diluted and stretched. She doesn't really care about the purity of bloodlines; maybe she is simply too young to absorb the idea or just too careless to consider it. It would take many deaths for Shiloh to ascend the throne. At this point in her life all she worries about is making mistakes in front of family - which could be anyone it seemed - and she has no care for ascension.
The blood drips down onto the newly born grass beneath her. Vivid blue eyes watch the slow trickle of her lifes-blood in fascination. She is not of a morbid mind but she doesn't really remember a time when she has seen her own blood. Wild creatures, yes, but not the precious blood of an angel. For a moment her lips twist into an amused smile despite the "talks like this" twinge in her paw - will the grass suddenly grow tall and proud? Graceful as it sways in the breeze? Angelic? But nay, the grass stays just the same but with the stain of blood upon it's vibrant green shoot. It will dry, cake, and disperse into the soil beneath to be forgotten just as a thousand other lives have within this slip of land. Nothing special. Nothing noteworthy.
A flash of black catches her eyes and she lifts her broad head to focus better on the older male striding towards her. He is unmistakably Diveen with angel mixed in of course. A sibling? A cousin? Who knows with this family. "talks like this" He is the first she has seen in a while besides those she knows intimately, such as her mother, and Shiloh has to refrain from tensing beneath his pointed stare. Gaurdian is larger than her and has filled out with muscles that may one day adorn her fighter's body. She will not be a sleek, small female. Shiloh will be a force to be reckoned with. At least her body will. It will take much time before her mind can follow the same path.
"talks like this"
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