Rejects

He let his thoughts gather. As the young boy expressed that his father would come looking for him. Shiloh couldn't help but to grin a bit, letting a soft chuckle escape his body. "You wish Shiloh to spare your father too?" Shiloh asked as his lavender gaze fell on the red yearling. His paws spread into the dirt, after all perhaps he could teach these slaves... to do something for him. Create perhaps an army, then it made his taske far more believeable than his original miserable existance.


"If he comes, I shall claim. You, stay forever you run and I will not HESITATE to consume you." Shiloh took a defiant step forward. His eyes glaring at Pyre, trying to make himself clear. Sometimes he could have a moment of clarity in his speech. Still as his tail raised high, he simply gave off no fear.
"Shiloh." "You." Think.