[private] One day it's here and then it's gone; Magnus

[Titus]

titus

one day it's here and then it's gone,
how are you still holding on?

He tosses and turns during the early hours of the morning. Sleep has yet to come. For days now he has been absent of a soundless slumber. Titus doesn’t recall the lull of a restful night or the dreams that used to captative him as a child. Only a wandering night of a thousand thoughts, dark and murky, keep him awake, never bringing him rest.

The restlessness drives him mad at this point. He is frustrated by the direction of his life. The drive for nothing, not even anything holds him down. There is no purpose for him. No path to follow. His life has come to nothing, and he wonders if it will always be this way.

But he cannot live like this.

Perhaps Loess is no more.

Perhaps there is more for him beyond the boundaries of the only place he has known. The only place that has made him a captive. He is nothing here. He was nothing ever here.

Titus stirs from his quiet place where he often tries to find sleep when the night comes. If he cannot find rest here, perhaps there was somewhere else he could find. A place that needed him, but he does not have a direction. Only his heart could lead him, but his heart beats for nothing. Nothing excites him or fills him with purpose so all he can do is wander.

Leaving behind the kingdom of Loess. Titus doesn’t know if this is forsaking the place he swore his allegiance to, but he cannot help abandoning it for it has abandon him. There was nothing there for him anymore.

So, he follows worn out paths that had been deserted for months now as the plague clouds over Beqanna still. He has the stir of something dark in him weeks ago. A stiff cough tickles his throat now and then, but he pushes on from such things. He knew Loess was not safe, but neither were many other occupied lands. Perhaps the plague would be his ending. Then again, it was too saddening to end a life like his just like that. So, he presses on, following the path without direction (but unknown to his knowledge he follows the path towards Tephra).

He crosses through the never-changing autumn land of Sylva. Climbing towards warmer climates as the spring days pass. There was no stopping. Titus continued to move forward, neglecting the dark hours of the night where he should try and find sleep. But he knew sleep would not come. It would never come until he settled somewhere. Until he found a purpose.

It wasn’t until the crisscrossing off small streams of lava that he found his way to the volcanic land of Tephra. The muddy pegasus stops suddenly, barely over the border of the territory before knowing he was crossing into a place he had never been before. Naturally, his nutmeg eyes follow the stream that flows further inland. It follows bright and flowing stream of lava, until it crosses over the trees and plants and lands on the very tip of the volcano.

Titus inhales, smelling the scents of ash and sulfur. It is sharp and crisp, igniting his lungs. He exhales with a snort, taking a step forward into the land and stopping again. Nutmeg gaze glances further into the land, spotting no one, he proceeds forward without care.

son of rome and porcia
male, classic champagne appaloosa
ocelot-shifting, wings, immortality

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