The world was a bright and beautiful place through the very eyes of a child. In some ways it was a blessing to be born, unknowing of the world in its mixed ways of beauty and disaster. As a child you were born with a clean slate, a past that did not hold you down or obligations to keep you in one place. However, there are circumstances that can shape and rip at a child’s blank canvas, creating a masterpiece or a mere disaster. There are many opportunities for when you are merely a blank slate.
As for Titus, he had been one of the lucky ones. He was born with two parents that shared a relationship that was close and filled with love. He would say he had been extra blessed to have a twin sister, though he would tell you he was the favorite one since he was born first. In addition to being a lucky one, Titus had been born in a kingdom (Nerine) that was warm, beautiful, and shared a positive attitude towards the world. They valued strength and loyalty above all else. His parents, Porcia and Rome, surely played a major part within his upbringing about the world and all that it held. However, it had only been a short time before he had been ripped away—before he had been torn away from all that he knew and loved.
She had taken them—a mare that was desperate to love, but also to please someone. He knew little of why they had been taken, but he had only gone because the mare had threatened to hurt Venus. His own sister meant everything to him, and he would do anything to make sure she was well-protected. But what was a small child supposed to do? He was barely old enough to survive on his own before being kidnapped. There had been no chance for him to fight off the kidnapping mare and to stop the other kidnappers from separating him from his twin sister before bringing him to the place he knows now by as Loess.
But they had forgotten about him.
They had left him within the darkness, barely enough to handle the entire situation he was going through. How was he to cope with the changes of his life? Who could he even turn to get a helping hand? There was no one. No one was here he could trust—he learned that quickly. Within the shadows he had watched them, churning and changing as most kingdoms rise up and fall. He watched with young eyes as the once leader, Arthas, had passed the crown to another younger stallion known as Wolfbane. The new leadership brought change, it brought a band of mercenaries together—a group of horses that had long not touched the very lands of Beqanna. He knows the stories of mercenaries, but they are only stories now—at one point they had been real, but history does not always remain reliable, especially as the years are brought further apart.
He knows he cannot remain within the shadows any longer. It has been months now since he has been here, and he definitely knows he is reaching the first year of his life. Titus finds the right timing is now (he has long waited within the shadows, calculating a plan to escape, or perhaps to even stay). There was a change within the wind, and within him. As he steps out into the common clearing of Loess, he reminds himself of one thing—do not trust anyone.
@[Wolfbane]
As for Titus, he had been one of the lucky ones. He was born with two parents that shared a relationship that was close and filled with love. He would say he had been extra blessed to have a twin sister, though he would tell you he was the favorite one since he was born first. In addition to being a lucky one, Titus had been born in a kingdom (Nerine) that was warm, beautiful, and shared a positive attitude towards the world. They valued strength and loyalty above all else. His parents, Porcia and Rome, surely played a major part within his upbringing about the world and all that it held. However, it had only been a short time before he had been ripped away—before he had been torn away from all that he knew and loved.
She had taken them—a mare that was desperate to love, but also to please someone. He knew little of why they had been taken, but he had only gone because the mare had threatened to hurt Venus. His own sister meant everything to him, and he would do anything to make sure she was well-protected. But what was a small child supposed to do? He was barely old enough to survive on his own before being kidnapped. There had been no chance for him to fight off the kidnapping mare and to stop the other kidnappers from separating him from his twin sister before bringing him to the place he knows now by as Loess.
But they had forgotten about him.
They had left him within the darkness, barely enough to handle the entire situation he was going through. How was he to cope with the changes of his life? Who could he even turn to get a helping hand? There was no one. No one was here he could trust—he learned that quickly. Within the shadows he had watched them, churning and changing as most kingdoms rise up and fall. He watched with young eyes as the once leader, Arthas, had passed the crown to another younger stallion known as Wolfbane. The new leadership brought change, it brought a band of mercenaries together—a group of horses that had long not touched the very lands of Beqanna. He knows the stories of mercenaries, but they are only stories now—at one point they had been real, but history does not always remain reliable, especially as the years are brought further apart.
He knows he cannot remain within the shadows any longer. It has been months now since he has been here, and he definitely knows he is reaching the first year of his life. Titus finds the right timing is now (he has long waited within the shadows, calculating a plan to escape, or perhaps to even stay). There was a change within the wind, and within him. As he steps out into the common clearing of Loess, he reminds himself of one thing—do not trust anyone.
@[Wolfbane]