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Posted on July 16, 2014 at 11:55:34 PM by shiloh
 | And the light shineth in the darkness; ................... and the darkness apprehended it not. *John 1:5* Sleep had eluded her on this night. So much had happened since leaving Diveen and she did not regret that decision one bit. Her life had taken a complete turn since arriving Taviora. Already she began climbing the ranks of diplomacy and with Solaris to guide her she would no doubt rise sooner than she anticipated. It was a heady feeling that tingled all the way down to her toes, even those of her twisted right paw. The hunt had left her with a swiftly healing scrape on her shoulder and also the scabbed scrape above her right eye. She had been told that likely no hair would grow back on that crescent mark but rather than bother her she had grinned happily. It was a mark of survival. Diveen had been so tame and she had been so protected in the vastness of it's amiable lands; here she felt wild. Full of life. Part of that might have to do with her crush on a certain prince. She would have to go soon and check up on him; his wound had been deep. There was always the chance of infection. But she wouldn't let that happen even if she wasn't a healer. Lucky for Amoxtli, his mother was. She had felt a certain bond grow between them - perhaps it was merely friendship alhough her youth felt differently. He had saved her from the boar's vicious assault, had arisen to attack it with a fierceness much appreciated. With all the excitement it was no wonder she could not get a lick of sleep. After a time of laying and sighing and huffing she finally got up and decided to test her skills in the night. Most of the wolves were slumbering while she stalked through the woods away from their civilization. Despite her twisted paw she moved with a silence that was uncanny for her size; it took extreme concentration in the dark, though, to not let her misshapen paw tumble across a loose rock. So dark it is deep in these woods and now she moves forward with quiet breaths and a rapid heart. Is this what Haziel feels like walking? Blindness, he had said, was not so bad. She closed her eyes for a few moments and moved, slow and cautious, and ended up rubbing her nose against a rough patch of bark. Jerking away, eyes opening, she pauses a moment to become acclimated to the dark once more. And so she does this most of the night until the sky begins to turn a deep blue such as the color of her eyes, and she finds herself moving up a hill. A large dark figure stands ahead. Shiloh pauses in her movements, curious and cautious, before she begins her ascent once more. She deliberately skitters her paws across the loose soil to he can hear her weight and the heavy breaths that heave from her lungs. Shiloh comes to stand abreast him but a few feet away - just in case, of course. "Lovely," she sighs softly as she looks out on Moladion before turning her gaze to this strange male. "How do you do?" A bright smile but her eyes dance with wariness. This may be her new home but not all inhabitants are of the best sort in life; after Aviias' attack it paid to be careful. TWO * TAVIORA * ISOLA X KANE NO HEART * NO SOUL |
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- = Put On Your War Paint = - By Guardian July 17, 2014 at 08:01:46 AM
I fell in love with a shooting star - By Starfall July 26, 2014 at 04:44:05 PM
the wastes of my heart - By shiloh August 4, 2014 at 01:16:45 AM
= Put On Your War Paint = - By Guardian August 11, 2014 at 12:05:49 PM
I fell in love with a shooting star - By Starfall August 24, 2014 at 03:28:21 PM
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