The way he stares at her... it is as if she is his hope. The light that will break through the shadows of his life and guide him. It is frightening to behold, her own expression hardening into something akin to cruelty. Shiloh cannot help it - she is not such a creature by nature. She is just scared, scared to lose the thing most precious to her, scared that this bond will force her away from her mate, from her home, from everything she has worked so hard for. The bond is fresh and strong because of it's novelty. It is only due to this that she feels the burn of rejection so keenly through him, her dark ears flipping back and she visibly flinches at his pain. For a moment her tail drops, her eyes avert, and she wishes that she can console him. That she can help him but to do so what did he expect of her? A touch? A kiss? A hug? A life? He could have none of those things and she felt as if she is scum in this moment.
Who ever said it would hurt this much to hurt someone else?
His whimper is a lash to her and her ears snap down on her skull, wishing to drive the sound out because it tempts her ot comfort him. It tempts her to show compassion. When he realizes the truth of who she is Shiloh can tell, by bond and visual, that he is stunned and upset. That he is, above all, disappointed. This is a nightmare.
He tries to comfort HER, as if she deserves his comfort after her viciousness. She was not worthy of it. "Why are you being so nice?" She bites out scathingly, suddenly glaring at him. Her muscles tense and relax as a low growl builds within her, born from frustration and misunderstanding. "You don't need me," she says now, her voice almost breathless as her anger deserts her. "You'll find someone and be happy. I..... I'm sorry that you didn't get to chose who you wanted." She turns from him then, planning to run away, to forget this horrible exchange happen and that the sick feeling in her gut wasn't because she had hurt him so resolutely.
Shiloh pauses, one paw raised, and her royal blue eyes pin him. "I wish the best for you Tristan." She had to say his name at least once, her desire too strong, and then with a wistful glance she lunges away and races back towards Taviora, burying these feelings as deep as she could.
six - queen of taviora - mated to amoxtli - soul of tristan - isola x kane
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