does it ever get lonely; titus

[Sawtooth]

She stalks and prowls and hunts; always alone, ever since her shifter-sister disappeared at the plague’s onset. Most of her time is spent in her wolfskin, comfortable and small - kinda slippery like a shadow. Sawtooth hasn’t become an asset to her brother or his band of renegades yet, but she’s honed some skills in the meantime.

The rest of the time, she is having to content herself with no more visits to the beach to gnaw on their mother’s bones. So she hoards the couple that she retrieved from their burial spots in Loess and has reburied them here in the Pampas. Occasionally she digs one up just to talk to it and feel like she’s close to the mother she never really knew.

Other times, she chews on it like she’s chewing on all her thoughts - some good and some bad. Then the thoughts pass and the chewing ceases; so she hunts or sleeps or plays with her older brother who never says he doesn’t have time for her. Sometimes though, she thinks back to the times that she was much smaller and not quite as grown.

Then she remembers him - the bumbling shy cat-boy, and she scents him on the winds that blow above the tall grasses. Scents him like she does now, following her little nose until her paws lead her right to him and she plops down on her haunches in front of him. “Remember me?” she days between a lolling tongue and a grin.

@[Titus] I felt like they should meet up again ❤️

[Titus]

titus

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

Titus mostly spends his time alone, contemplating the newness of his position as the War Lord. Occasionally he goes where he is needed thought it isn’t quite a lot. He isn’t sure how to do this whole new higher-up position right now. Not exactly when everyone was confined into the safety havens and keeping out of the areas of the plague.

The lull within Beqanna and the peaceful land of Pampas, as the plague seeps and sows what it can on the outside, makes him think of venturing outwards. Part of him wants to hunt. Did he even remember how to hunt? Titus tried it a couple of times with the small creatures that flock here and there within the kingdom, but sometimes he didn’t quite get it right. It wasn’t like the way his lioness friend had done it. She had showed him a couple ways, but it was never the perfect way she had done it.

He snorts softly, pushing the thought of hunting away. It never did any good to dwell too much on things, especially with everything that put him on edge. He couldn’t quite get over what might be happening to his friends outside of Pampas with the plague. So, he turns to focus on something else—anything would be better.

Out of the blue—literally out of the blue!—comes a familiar face. Is it even possible? He thinks without a second. His thoughts always popping up like that without a warning. A grin is wide across her canine-shaped face. She comes to him as if she never has missed seeing him a day, except her words give a different story.

“How could I forget you,” he greets back, rolling his eyes with a more dramatic flair than would be necessary to make it clear of his sarcasm. It’s been a long time since he has seen the blue filly. Well, she wasn’t exactly a filly anymore but fully grown just as he was. “Has it really been that long?” He asks speaking his thought out loud. It’s hard to imagine it has been.

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

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@[Sawtooth]