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Posted on April 13, 2014 at 02:18:14 AM by Shiloh
|no matter what we breed| Ever since her playtime with Nogitsune and Aviias Shiloh had begun to show a marked interest in exploring the realms of Moladion. She was careful to keep herself hidden from most of the wolves that lurked in the wildlands, as she liked to call them. There were so many loners. Shiloh found it awfully strange that so many seemed to enjoy living alone - but she wasn't one to really judge now was she? Only in the past few weeks had she begun to show even the slightest interest in others around her. She had been so self-absorbed by her own deformity, constantly comparing herself to the grace that the rest of her family carried with such pride. She was an Angel Princess. Shiloh could not afford to be anything but strong and poised. It had taken much time to hone herself to that point and it would continue to take time until it came natural to her. Thus she finds herself strolling through the woodland beneath the peeking moonlight. It does not reveal her; quite the opposite actually. Her matte black fur seems to collect the moonlight and squash it out of existence. Shiloh is a shadow drifting within the shadows. The only thing to give her away would be the golden fur that rests on the top half of her muzzle. One ear swivels as Kaius howls. Shiloh pauses, her body as still as the rock laying next to one paw. Should she go, in the middle of the night, to see some strange wolf? Bravery. Be brave. The words whisper in her ear mocking the hesitation within her but it solidifies the feeling of strength that she has grown recently. She holds on to it and slinks towards Kaius. He is not far and she spots him from her movement in the shadows. The moonlight highlights the gray fur and matching eyes that grace his body. He is not a slight wolf, that is for certain. It is unwise, she thinks, to approach him and yet she is an Angel. Would not her relatives be brave enough to do the same? Shiloh steps from the shadows, neck hunched between her shoulders and her mane bristling in warning should he choose to assault her. Her voice has deepened and become something sultry at times. "Hail, stranger of the moonlight. Why do you call as if to wake the dead?" S H I L O H | we still are made of greed | |
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- follow me past the walls of death - By N i g h t i n g a l e April 27, 2014 at 04:51:11 AM