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the basics ✧･ﾟ

°。shiloh alexander | officer & ex physician of the rift | cis female

°。12 moons physically, 50 moons spiritually | 1 death, reincarnated into a new living body | ages real time

°。bisexual | not interested | misses terrasen, for he was becoming a budding love interest in her life before she disappeared

°。mutated great pyrenees | buttercup yellow fur with white splotches, particularly small speckles uneder her eyes that resemble freckles | forest green, glowing eyes | has miniature, dark grey falcon wings that only allow her to hover 3 feet above ground

°。wears a brown bag around her torso that was gifted to her by morningharbor | bag carries essential oils, an old, tattered journal, herbs, and poultices

°。hobbies include medicine, medicine experimentation, reading, and other studious activities

°。kind spirited, gracious, wise, intelligent, selfless

°。insecure, nervous, jumpy, distrusting, regretful of many things

relationships ✧･ﾟ

°。friends w/ archipelagoisland, frightfur, crimsonsongs, crashedpaw, and others | misses old friends, and grieves for morningharbor and terrasen, for she will never see them again

°。single | 1/2 of shisongs

°。regrets abandoning her daughter lilith and son julian | hopes julian is still out there, and if they meet, he forgives her

°。 pregnant | no living/active family | open to adopting

°。 head of the alexander family

interaction ✧･ﾟ

°。 diplomat; won't start fights and will try to negotiate rather than resort to violence

°。 may powerplay peaceful actions, but she may flinch or react negatively

°。 medium mentally and physically | attack in bold italic white

✧･ﾟ━ she had been recovering, and finally becoming happy again. no longer was she dreading the night, for she would never be drunk again. she had many friends, and growing relationships with both her lost son, julian, and the cat who had helped her get on the path to recovery- terrasen. then there was her dear friend, morningharbor. it didn't matter if shiloh wasn't morning's best friend, because morning was shiloh's best friend, and that was all that counted. everything was falling into place.

then, one night, while gathering herbs for her stores, she had been taken. taken by a band of rogues.

the succeeding quarter-moon was one of pain and torture. one night ended it all, when shiloh died of an infected wound in her sleep. it was a peaceful way to go, despite her situation. the rift presumed her missing, and she was simply demoted and forgotten as new replaced old.

somehow, she was back. one moment, shiloh had been silently weeping herself to sleep in a cold cell as a dying leopardess, the next she had woken up as a young great pyrenees, coincidentally on the border of the home she had missed dearly. it had been nearly a year since her disappearance, unknown to most of the current members. however, at the scent of the rift, the canine became overjoyed with relief, forgetting the peculiar circumstance and the sudden shift in body.

shiloh would sprint into this unfamiliar territory, only familiar by scent (though she wouldn't notice this). the buttercup yellow dog barked ecstatically, "tarrasen! morning! someone? i'm back!"

any passerby would most likely find her to be quite out of her mind.

//ahhh rushed & tired post but i was too excited to bring her back to not post lol

if y'all didn't meet me in the chat thread, then heyo, my name's mari, and i played a character named shiloh in the rift a while back before i went inactive. hopefully this time she'll stay for good ;)

✧･ﾟ━ her rampage ceased at the feline's words, and instantly reality hit her. she looked down at her paws, which were fluffy and a buttercup yellow color. what really concerned her was that she couldn't sheath her claws. then she felt the wagging tail, and this would cause her to freeze, utterly bewildered. she was... a dog? and how had she ended up here? and why did this place smell like home, but not look anything like it?

'i'm sorry, i'm not aware of anybody by those names.'

the canine's gaze fixed on the stranger- though she recognized him vaguely- and she stifled a confused whimper. she didn't know what to think. was this a dream? was she just going to wake up and have to endure another day of torture on an empty stomach? despite stifling any expression of the cascade of emotions slamming into her chest and collapsing her windpipe, her legs trembled, as shiloh managed to answer, "r-ridgewhiskey. heh, pleasure. where am i? i got lost. i'm shiloh, physician of the rift, b-by the way." she figured maybe she'd lost her way and had picked up a scent that wasn't the rift's at all. after all, that's what torture does to an individual.

//dAng i didn't know i could feel so bad for my own character, whom i'm torturing lol

✧･ﾟ━ 'don't worry, this is the rift.'

realization hit her like the cold waves lapping at the shore. how could this be the rift, unless she had died? shiloh'd heard about those who'd died and then reincarnated. ususally, though, it was right away. there was no way that so much could have happened in a week. there was already a new doctor, presumably a new leader, and a territory change. oh, how much had she missed? all possible bad situations flooded her mind and almost choked her in her spot. along with this came grief, like hot tar being poured over her whole body. it was an inevitable truth. i'll never see them again. morningharbor. terrasen. julian. all of them. gone.

then came denial and distrust of the speaker. shiloh met lanza's soft speech with a tongue sharp as ice, "how can i know this is actually the rift? why don't you take me to your leader, then! or are you playing with my emotions?" this was much out of character for the kind lady, but grief does fickle things to the mind.

✧･ﾟ━ after the fiasco that was her return, shiloh had begun to feel ashamed of herself. this was especially around those she'd mistreated, namely lanza, the kind, gentle soul, much like her own. yet the canine (still mentally a leopardess) had betrayed her mannerisms to give herself just one ounce of hope that all of this was some dream, or even a joke. alas, everything was real, and she would have to get over it.

in shiloh's timeline, she hadn't done a weekly task in, well, a week, so she figured she would catch up on her citizenly duties. it felt weird to not have the health of the rift in her paws. she had grown accustomed to the responsibility, so now she had nothing to do with herself but read and experiment with herbs for fun rather than actual research purposes. setting aside this long monologue, the oddly colored fem gazed up at lanza with sorrowful, glowing green eyes and hummed, "i'll take one."

✧･ﾟ━ the winged canine was much stronger in her new, young body compared to her old, damaged leopard body she called home for 38 moons. before, she was practically defenseless, especially with her years of alcoholism and blatant damage to her physical health. though she didn't take interest in combat, seeing as she was once a medic for the rift, a healthy body meant more possibility for usefulness to her clan. she flinched as the voice entered her head, but was slightly eager to learn something that wasn't from books (even though she adored reading and overall being studious). so, shiloh arrived sheepishly, still embarrassed by her dreadful display upon returning to her old clan, and gave a little smile to show that she was interested.

✧･ﾟ━ the serval's message flashed across her vision, causing shiloh to flinch in surprise. archipelagoisland. the rift. leader. so much had changed. she'd never seen that lighthouse before, yet she felt the pull of home all the same. maybe this was a dream, but if it wasn't, she'd have to deal with it. letting out a mortified sigh, the canine spoke with a tremor in her voice, "i-i'm sorry. i g-guess this is my r-request to join." she all of a sudden felt horrible for her actions just now, guilt not allowing her to meet eyes with lanza, whom she'd been quite rude to.

the yellow dog gave crashedpaw a nod of acknowledgement, a trembling smile coming across her maw. why would these kind creatures trick her? the canine had been too blind to see that.

✧･ﾟ━ taking up a new pastime was a way to distract herself from reality. obviously none of the current events were a dream, and this realization left her soul wracked with grief and confusion. so, the distraction became studying the plant life in her new home. she figured that maybe some of these had remedial properties that others were too cautious to test for. shiloh would certainly take pride in her experiments, and now that she was in a new body, she had a blank slate to experiment, void of the many scars and burns that riddled her body as a leopardess.

during this pastime she picked up a strange scent, along with a blast of cold air and crashedpaw's and ridgewhiskey's voices. it seemed there was a joiner. shiloh figured, since she'd practically wrecked her reputation with her clanmates, she could start off kind to a new one. the yellow great pyrenees padded into the scene and stood beside ridgewhiskey, though she wouldn't say anything, due to the fact that the others had said enough. the canine simply gave the newcomer an empathetic smile.

✧･ﾟ━ shiloh bashfully met ridgewhiskey's gaze, glowing forest green eyes sorrowful. "thank you," she murmured, "i appreciate it." the canine had nothing else to say, so she sat, eyes nervously flickering around her surroundings, though the rest of her body was calm with resolve.

✧･ﾟ━ shiloh had settled into her new room, and had tried to make it as similar as possible to her old home. luckily, she had been reincarnated with the bag that morningharbor gave her, so she hadn't lost everything from her past life. one of the gifts given to her when she first joined the rift all that time ago was a lavender candle to calm her anxiety and help her sleep. it had been left in her old room, along with her blanket and various remedial supplies. however, she had lavender essential oil, so, in remembrance of her old home, she used a makeshift reed diffuser to, well, diffuse the lavender oil. a wooden board was propped in between the walls of the closet of the room to serve as a desk, with candles to light the dark space. her new abode looked and smelled like home, which was good enough for her.

at the current moment shiloh would be writing up possible remedial properties of a plant she'd never seen before, examining it with care. with these ideas written out, she would experiment. but, as the canine flinched at a sudden sound upstairs, her permanently unsheathed claws (seeing as dogs didn't have control over their claws) ripped through the leaf. "nonononono!!" she exclaimed, frustration manifesting in the growing intensity of her glowing eyes. there better be another one... please...