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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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Posted on April 25, 2014 at 00:58:28 AM by Shiloh
|no matter what we breed| Her mother's words ripple over and over in her mind - she had to bring back a loner or heck, anyone, and convince them to join Diveen. That shouldn't be so hard, she had thought, what with the amount of loners that roamed the in-between lands. Immediately her mind had been cast to Aviias. Perhaps she could convince her friend to become a member of the Angel-pack under the guise of protection but then she figured that would be too easy. She didn't want it to ever be said that Shiloh could not do what any other of her siblings could. It is a mantra that sticks with her daily, part of her reasoning due to the deformity of her front right paw upon birth. Even as a pup she knew that she was different than the others. The Diveen pack is prized with skilled wolves and the Angels are bred for grace and all things equally as perfect. Shiloh was not perfect. She was aloof at times, easy to anger at others, and entirely uncomfortable in her own skin most of the time. But it would all change. She demanded it of herself. She had been worried that her parents would be worried about her forays into the wilderness in the beginning but Isola's task meant she obviously wasn't too worried. Besides, Shiloh thought, she had a ton of other children to attend to. So many that Shiloh wasn't even sure who was her blood and who wasn't. For a while she wanders, pausing to watch the lone wolves of the land and deciding whether to approach or not. For a yearling Shiloh has grown quite well, already at 30 inches in height and around 120 pounds and still growing. She would be tall and was built to deliver impact blows with her stalwart shoulders and lean, strong hips. Shiloh took after her father with her dark coloring for her fur was a deep matte black, neither sleek nor shiny, only interrupted by the golden hair on the top of her muzzle and the undercoat of gold that shines around her flanks in the sunlight. Normally she would cling to whatever shadows existed in the land but she was trying to be engaging and open today. No one had approached her but her royal blue eyes caught the darkened figure of another youth as he disappeared in the open grotto. She pauses, wary of entering behind the male. I HAVE to do this, she thinks to herself, setting her shoulders and following after him. The moment she enters the grotto her auds prick and eyes adjust to the darkness. She moves softly, as quietly as possible but in a momentary lapse of concentration her deformed paw strikes against a loose rock that rattles down the grotto, the echo bouncing around the stony walls to alert the male of her presence even as he drinks. Her ears flatten in frustration but she sees him now and it is too late to turn back. So Shiloh smiles shyly while internally reprimanding herself for her lack of grace. "Hello," she starts, her voice deep and smooth while trying to gauge his reaction to her presence. S H I L O H | we still are made of greed | daughter of sunlight and shadows Wolf Stock: HotNStock @ Deviantart |
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- follow me past the walls of death - By N i g h t i n g a l e April 25, 2014 at 03:38:49 PM