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Posted on May 30, 2014 at 01:05:09 AM by Shiloh
|no matter what we breed| Finally she had done it. She had told her parents that she was leaving Diveen; she needed to see the world outside of her homeland. The pack was larger than she every really thought and most of the times she felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by the various kin that littered Diveen - hell she had met another brother just before leaving! Haziel. He was different, like her. She would have to visit him sometime in his new home. It wasn't as if she was exactly severing many ties. She would miss Guardian - she looked up to the fighting male. He was kind and patient. She hadn't really known Forfax well nor Calliel, the child who seemed to have taken so much of her parent's attention. It was fine though for most of the time Shiloh preferred the solitude she kept. Her parents had no idea that one of her closest of friends was the prince of Iromar - just wait until they figured that one out. She was basically two by now she assumed or would be once spring hit and she planned to celebrate her birthday elsewhere. Diveen had many children but most of then were her own family. She wanted something new, something different. New friends. A new face to impress. Despite her deformity - her front right paw twisted outward - she had trained herself to walk with the stealth of the assassins known of Diveen. She hadn't any intentions of fighting but here in Taviora she could be whoever she wanted to be. She could start over without the shadow of her family casting a darkness over her. It was a timid kind of freedom. It wasn't like anyone held her back in Diveen except for herself and her own ideals of the angel bloodline. She doesn't even remember where they came from. It seemed almost as if they were always there - especially when she grew and realized her paw was not like those other wolves. And the way she had stumbled and fallen as a pup because her paw would not move like the others. So she had shut herself away and focused on growing and trying to be better. So it is with grace and poise that she pads towards he woodland territory with her head held high. The morning sunlight glints across her matte black fur to reveal golden undertones flaring out from her hips and the gold hairs atop her muzzle. No doubt she looks a great deal like her grandmother, Kiska, although she does not know the female lives in these borders. Her chest is broad and muscles already beginning to define in a way that shows her persistence and training. Her step is so light as to not be heard by the untrained ear and her royal blue eyes are attentive. Her black nose twitches as these new scents assault her senses and she pauses on the border with ears pricked and tail erect. Hopeful. This would be her new home. She could become a great individual here.. she felt it to her bones. Throwing away the last of her hesitation she lifts her head and howls - it is deep and resonant. Powerful. Just as she has become and will continue to be. 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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- time to pretend - By Heimdallr May 30, 2014 at 04:49:40 PM
So I will dance with Cinderella - By Aviias May 31, 2014 at 01:43:52 AM
~:.Earth and Sky.:~ - By Zeltzin June 1, 2014 at 01:14:40 AM
its up to fate; it's woven in my soul - By Shiloh June 1, 2014 at 01:46:54 AM
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