Namesakes, for god's sakes!

[Shiloh Dawnbringer]

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613 words. This was longer than I expected o_o; Bailey's was an inspiration for me to finish, I guess XD.

Her eyes were still ablaze after she announced herself with pride, for herself and for her family's line. Though it upset Shiloh more whenever the stupid boy before her refused to say anything. Well, maybe she struck him speechless. Yes, that had to have been it. First impressions were everything, though, at least to her, and she wasn't about to get her fur ruffled by some stupid boy, anyways. At that moment, for all she cared he should have been dead up in that tree.

But she watched, and waited, as she took the more adult initiative to introduce herself a bit more.. properly. Cerulean eyes, once as vibrant and alive as the ocean at night, were a calm, steady sea as they looked at the boy. He seemed to look at her incredulously though, or as if she was trying to trick him, and she followed his gaze from her hand, back up to his face, and back to her hand again. One cream colored ear moved to the side, expressing a slight hint of irritation. What did he think she was going to do, bite his hand? As if - that was far too messy.

However, he did take it, although the shake was a bit more forceful than Shiloh imagined, and her lips formed a small round 'o' as she squeaked. The boy's voice, too, was stale, but not far from her tone of voice not moments ago. Perhaps it was indeed too late to make it up, as the female retracted her hand and let it grip her coat once more. Bright blue eyes stared up into the male's emerald ones, studying him as he directed a question at her in the frosted air.

The boy wasn't ugly, though Shiloh honestly couldn't see him as more than just a stupid headed boy at that moment. His russet hair was short cropped, and slightly messy, which nearly reminded the Dawnbringer female of a carrot top kind of look. The boy's face was still soft, yet his musculature and build told anyone that he was slowly growing into his own body. He had to have been no older than Shiloh herself, though she could only judge what she saw when she looked at how physically mature her own brothers were becoming.

Though the damsel wasn't all too sure what the smirk was for that crept up on his slate colored face, she ignored it for sake of her cheeks growing warm with frustration again. "So you do know my family, then," Shiloh said, almost matter-of-factly. Well why shouldn't he know the Stormbringer line? They were important for anyone to know, namely herself, being the only female of her generation. She quickly adjusted her hair once again, though she had done the same thing countless times since she discovered her Optime form. "To be perfectly honest," she began, looking past him and to the tree again, where he fell out of and the whole tiff began. "I was chasing down a little vole, near the river."

As she finished speaking, her eyes glanced around the hillside. Trees lightly dotted the area, but was nothing but rolling hillsides almost as far as the eye could see. Snow kissed each knoll and each tree, though traces of green still remained, looking like a fight between winter and spring. Of course, springtime was far from near. "..and.. chased it here..," she said, her thoughts trailing off with her voice. "Where are we, anyways?" There was a hint of worry in her voice, though her eyes still remained calm. Shiloh wasn't about to say she was lost, only that the vole made her lose her way.