OPEN , never say no to me.

[shiloh kaylee kingston!]

{ a n d i c a n t r u n f o r e v e r ! }

Shiloh yawned as she made her way down the streets of the city she was born in. Running her hands over her arms, the sixteen year old werewolf tried to keep her thoughts from running in a million different directions at once. It was hard seeing as she was slightly on edge tonight. Things had gotten out of control at home; although she ran away, she still kept an eye on her human mother, and her brother. Sure her mother was a human, but Shiloh was a werewolf now; there was no going back to being human anymore. "Man" had taken it away from her. Shiloh's fists clenched as she thought about the so called human her mother had fallen for. That monster was no human. He killed innocent people, threw himself into the devils pit and dragged Shiloh along with him. It wasn't fair! Storming past a rather touchy looking couple, Shiloh growled lowly in her throat as she passed a cafe, some shops, and then finally came into a familiar part of her town. The bare streets, littered with desperate people and small one roomed houses. Her heart swelled as she thought about how real this place was to her. It was like her current situation, a dead end with no where to go.

Finding a small abandoned home, she pushed the creaky doors open and stood in the musty house, dust swirling around her feet. Her jeans were strained against her legs as she moved past the dusty enterance, moving into the dead kitchen. Shadows of an oven, fridge, even a counter stood against the pale, sun-bleached walls. Shiloh sighed as a dusty chair called for attention, its dead brown coloring catching and keeping her eyes. Shiloh moved towards it then moved back, glancing at it as her blonde bangs fell over her eyes. There was nothing else keeping her back or away from the chair, but... there was something that was telling her to move. Shiloh shook her head and moved herself; walking into the living room that was bare, nothing on the walls, the carpet a dull ivory; Shiloh ran her fingers along the dust coated walls before drawing her name in a fancy, almost distorted script. 'shiloh kaylee k.'

words: 378
tags: open
status: finished
notes: nothing special c:

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