Shiloh feels like that boy must have felt when he stared at the white girl. Adrift - at a loss. Confused and frightened. This was unlike what she experienced with Amoxtli, that fluttering in the pit of her stomach and that all consuming knowledge that he loved her and she loved him. Theirs was a melding of hearts and this was a merging of souls, painful because sometimes the soul could interfere with the heart. She can see the way that Tristan glances at the same pair she had been watching only a few moments ago. While she was curious about it - if a bit repulsed because she feared it would interfere with her love - Tristan seemed amazed. Ensorcelled by the scene. That is, until he looks at her. The moment their eyes meet and she knows that this is certainly the bond Shiloh's face takes on a cast of one who is upset.
His gasp seems to echo in her ears and reverberates in the hollowness of her chest. There is a vague desire to press closer to him but she fights against it with a fervor, furious that it even exists. She would tamp down on this bond until she couldn't even feel it anymore. She would not allow this to interfere. Even as she decides this her eyes are narrowing; her large figure remains unresponsive to his own. Tristan, on the other hand, is wagging his tail and staring at her as if she is a goddess ascended from above. He takes a step forward and Shiloh twitches, ears flicking back, a warning for him not to come closer. Because she fears what all this means.
That troubled look on her face becomes one of surprise, jaw opening slightly as she gapes at him. Then her teeth snap together audibly and she shakes her head once. "No, you won't get close to me. I am Shiloh, Queen of Taviora, and bound to King Amoxtli." Her voice comes out... harsh. Much more than she has ever been before, as if she can beat it into him and to her that this doesn't exist. "He is my mate and my love." Again, she reinforces this, and she feels guilty for it as she takes a step back. "I'm sorry," she says in a quieter tone, sorry that he had the misfortune to find her. She wants to run away, run back home, but she can't move. She is lodged to this place, staring at him with that forceful expression, unsure what to do.
six - queen of taviora - mated to amoxtli - soul of tristan - isola x kane
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