| Barely new to the world, they were already making their mark quickly. Titus and Venus were inseparable—at least Titus made sure they could not be. He loved being around his younger twin, and he made damn sure she knew he was the oldest out of them. They were quick to find their wings, their shifting, and explore the land of Nerine. Mother and father seemed to be pleased with their adventure, and letting them wonder in Nerine (although some places they were surely not meant to go), but they went anyway! How could they know the world held dangers? Simply innocent and not stained with the darkness that laid outside of Nerine was all they knew. The spotted winged-boy stumbles after his sister, although his landing is a little less comical than his bird-like twin. Titus laughs when she cleans the dirt from herself as he lands. “I’m never that far behind!” He says, but can’t helping but laugh at the mess she has made of herself. But she is gone in the blink of an eye, bolting towards the border of Nerine. Titus as well does not think of the warning from their parents. It easily slips his mind when he is with his twin, enjoying themselves in their adventures was more consuming then thinking of their parents and their rules. He bolts after her, not caring how close they have made it to the border. “I’m right here!” Titus pipes up at her as he comes to a halt behind her. The spotted champagne boy pokes his little nose at her, “Tag, your it!” He says running a couple paces away from her. His tail swishes with excitement as his nutmeg eyes light up with mischief. |