01-03-2011, 12:19 PM
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The white damsel was a bit shocked when the coyote went and burst out her own name, as if it was a name she knew already. Her cerulean eyes studied the strange, flower-loving, flute-playing female before her, ears twitching in thought. Shi couldn't quite put a claw on this other female, as to why she loved nature so, or why she seemed so carefree, and why it seemed like everything she said was the down to earth truth. Then again, there were several strange wolves, but it wasn't like Shiloh had anything to worry about around China. She seemed like she could trust her, and hold onto every word she said.
Which the Dawnbringer female was doing just then, her eyes filled with hope that this Lykoi girl might recognize her father. How she missed him, even though their time apart has been brief. Shiloh knew she might not ever see him again, and damned if she had to step foot into Inferni again. Everything she knew about that place, or what she cared to remember, was the dirty, filthy wolf skulls and the mean glances she always got from others. Of course, her father had been right there to shield her, and to give the stare of death at anyone who was even thinking about attacking his only daughter.
Sadly, Shiloh's shoulders slumped with disappointment, and the hope in her face vanished in an instant, like a snowstorm which covered every bit of green grass. "Worth a shot," she said, her voice filled with what sounded like defeat. Shiloh wondered if her father was okay, even though she knew he'd be fine. A part of her wondered if he'd ever come to visit her and her brothers, his sons, back in Dahlia. Or, maybe, if she was with her brothers and felt brave enough, if they'd go see him. Maybe some day..
Shiloh blinked when she saw an outstretched hand coming towards her, and she looked down at it, then back at the Lykoi woman. A new flower did sound nice, especially after the horrid forest ripped her other one up, and with help from someone who thought a dead flower was beautiful, Shiloh hoped she'd at least get one with petals that weren't threatening to break apart.
The pristine female's perfectly white hand lifted hesitantly, then placed it atop the smaller gray one, and nodded. She shivered at the part of the Inferni tales she'd have to tell, but somehow she believed China would understand. It almost felt like she could sit and tell the coyote female anything, though they hardly knew one another. Words came from a voice so soothing, that having to recall what she knew of Inferni was overpowered by finding a new hair piece, and talking about her father. "Sounds great," she told the other female in a voice full of honesty, and strange sureness.
The white damsel was a bit shocked when the coyote went and burst out her own name, as if it was a name she knew already. Her cerulean eyes studied the strange, flower-loving, flute-playing female before her, ears twitching in thought. Shi couldn't quite put a claw on this other female, as to why she loved nature so, or why she seemed so carefree, and why it seemed like everything she said was the down to earth truth. Then again, there were several strange wolves, but it wasn't like Shiloh had anything to worry about around China. She seemed like she could trust her, and hold onto every word she said.
Which the Dawnbringer female was doing just then, her eyes filled with hope that this Lykoi girl might recognize her father. How she missed him, even though their time apart has been brief. Shiloh knew she might not ever see him again, and damned if she had to step foot into Inferni again. Everything she knew about that place, or what she cared to remember, was the dirty, filthy wolf skulls and the mean glances she always got from others. Of course, her father had been right there to shield her, and to give the stare of death at anyone who was even thinking about attacking his only daughter.
Sadly, Shiloh's shoulders slumped with disappointment, and the hope in her face vanished in an instant, like a snowstorm which covered every bit of green grass. "Worth a shot," she said, her voice filled with what sounded like defeat. Shiloh wondered if her father was okay, even though she knew he'd be fine. A part of her wondered if he'd ever come to visit her and her brothers, his sons, back in Dahlia. Or, maybe, if she was with her brothers and felt brave enough, if they'd go see him. Maybe some day..
Shiloh blinked when she saw an outstretched hand coming towards her, and she looked down at it, then back at the Lykoi woman. A new flower did sound nice, especially after the horrid forest ripped her other one up, and with help from someone who thought a dead flower was beautiful, Shiloh hoped she'd at least get one with petals that weren't threatening to break apart.
The pristine female's perfectly white hand lifted hesitantly, then placed it atop the smaller gray one, and nodded. She shivered at the part of the Inferni tales she'd have to tell, but somehow she believed China would understand. It almost felt like she could sit and tell the coyote female anything, though they hardly knew one another. Words came from a voice so soothing, that having to recall what she knew of Inferni was overpowered by finding a new hair piece, and talking about her father. "Sounds great," she told the other female in a voice full of honesty, and strange sureness.