Posts by s h i l o h

✧･ﾟ━ shiloh gazed into archi's eyes sorrowfully as her head was nudged up. then came archi's reply, and she felt a pang of sympathy for the admiral. they sure had a lot in common. they both lost the old, and couldn't find complete resolve in the new. with a somber sigh she attempted to rest her white-tipped tail on archi's shoulder in an attempt to console her.

as archi listed the names of those she missed, the pyrenees hurt with the names of those she missed herself. there was morningharbor, the admiral all those moons ago, her dear friend and confidant. then there was terrasen, the tom whom she loved, but left too soon. and of course, there was julian, her son whom she'd reunited with just weeks before she died. how she wished she could see them one more time. but, archi was right, they would have to accept that those dear to them were gone. "i'm sorry," she began softly, "thank you for talking about this with me, it's very much appreciated."

✧･ﾟ━ shiloh hadn’t realized that her words could have been hurtful, but the pyrenees was far too worried for the other’s wellbeing. at sona’s comment, she felt a wave of guilt, but not strong enough to sway her. so, softly, trying to avoid a confrontation, shiloh would say, ”i’m only concerned about his wellbeing. sorry if you misunderstood me.”

✧･ﾟ━ shiloh had always been one for solitude, which was why she’d be surveying her surroundings from the shore, deep in thought. over her first week back in the rift the pyrenees has taken some steps to heal, yet she recognized that she would always have her ups and downs. there had been a few that she made emotional connections with, which helped her get her feelings out. maybe she would end up fine after all.

a distraction from her thoughts came in the form of an unfamiliar scent. as there had been many joiners recently, shiloh figured this must be the case, though she still proceeded through her inhibitions cautiously. alas, she came across a sandy-colored feline, who was rested on a dock.

buttercup-hued pelt brushed by the warm, moist air, the fem would softly say, so as not to scare the individual, ”hello there. you’re on the rift’s territory. do you have any business here?”

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