01-01-2012, 09:49 AM
I'm not sure how tall Shiloh is so I assumed that they were roughly about the same size, maybe Jace bieng an inch tlaler or something.
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Again the guilt pulled at her as it had done Kiara, without meaning to she had made this broken woman fear her to the point it caused her pain. Jace was not one to let weakness flourish however she had come from a pack of strength and honor, where the weak were pushed until they either died or became strong. Jace herself had felt this sting, to be told your best was not good enough and that you must do better. Her strength and speed had come from months of intense training that had started before she could even shift. She still kept to this regime in the evenings and most mornings, very rarely did the hybrid sleep in and more often than not she was up before the sun. But she couldn't see really any evidence that Shiloh was trying to better her weakness and make herself strong. Still, for the sake of peace's sake she didn't look overly aggressive or frightening, she wasn't posturing or otherwise giving any notion that Shiloh should be afraid of her.
"Namaste Shiloh." She bent her head and moved her hands in the customary greeting even though she still was't sure if she considered Shiloh a member of Ichika any longer.
The hybrid stepped away from Shiloh a second and looked at Ookami with an unreadable expression upon her black muzzled face.
"Maybe you should go wait outside." Her large golden friend nodded and left without a word although not before shooting Shiloh a concerned look, he had never seen a woman look so scarred and hurt, Jace was about the most damaged he had seen with the scars across her face and following down her spine and the one on the outside of her thigh. He could clearly remember the day she had received the spine and thigh scars from Lucifer, the day she had been raped and the day he had saved her from the monster. He was deep in thought as he followed through on Jace's request for him to leave, Ookami was glad that Jefferson had killed him and he only wished he could have been there to take vengence for Jace, Rendall and Tala who he had hurt so badly.
As Ookami left Jace turned to Shiloh who was all but cowering behind her mare, Jace couldn't help but admire the mare for a second, she was a fine looking specimen. It seemed the horse, Katelyn wanted Shiloh to talk to her, this prompted her to say,
"Stay, this is your stable to use as much as any body else." She hesitated a second and then covered up her lack of things to say by turning and walking to the wall where the pitchforks were hung. Reaching up she grasped one and pulled it down before turning back to Shiloh, still with a mostly unreadable expression on her face,
"I don't hate you." She pulled two pieces of cloth from her bag and began to wind them around first one paw and then the other for better grip on the fork handle, finally tucking the loose ends in. As she finished she hung her bag up onto the hook the fork had been taken from.
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Again the guilt pulled at her as it had done Kiara, without meaning to she had made this broken woman fear her to the point it caused her pain. Jace was not one to let weakness flourish however she had come from a pack of strength and honor, where the weak were pushed until they either died or became strong. Jace herself had felt this sting, to be told your best was not good enough and that you must do better. Her strength and speed had come from months of intense training that had started before she could even shift. She still kept to this regime in the evenings and most mornings, very rarely did the hybrid sleep in and more often than not she was up before the sun. But she couldn't see really any evidence that Shiloh was trying to better her weakness and make herself strong. Still, for the sake of peace's sake she didn't look overly aggressive or frightening, she wasn't posturing or otherwise giving any notion that Shiloh should be afraid of her.
"Namaste Shiloh." She bent her head and moved her hands in the customary greeting even though she still was't sure if she considered Shiloh a member of Ichika any longer.
The hybrid stepped away from Shiloh a second and looked at Ookami with an unreadable expression upon her black muzzled face.
"Maybe you should go wait outside." Her large golden friend nodded and left without a word although not before shooting Shiloh a concerned look, he had never seen a woman look so scarred and hurt, Jace was about the most damaged he had seen with the scars across her face and following down her spine and the one on the outside of her thigh. He could clearly remember the day she had received the spine and thigh scars from Lucifer, the day she had been raped and the day he had saved her from the monster. He was deep in thought as he followed through on Jace's request for him to leave, Ookami was glad that Jefferson had killed him and he only wished he could have been there to take vengence for Jace, Rendall and Tala who he had hurt so badly.
As Ookami left Jace turned to Shiloh who was all but cowering behind her mare, Jace couldn't help but admire the mare for a second, she was a fine looking specimen. It seemed the horse, Katelyn wanted Shiloh to talk to her, this prompted her to say,
"Stay, this is your stable to use as much as any body else." She hesitated a second and then covered up her lack of things to say by turning and walking to the wall where the pitchforks were hung. Reaching up she grasped one and pulled it down before turning back to Shiloh, still with a mostly unreadable expression on her face,
"I don't hate you." She pulled two pieces of cloth from her bag and began to wind them around first one paw and then the other for better grip on the fork handle, finally tucking the loose ends in. As she finished she hung her bag up onto the hook the fork had been taken from.