we'll never get free, lamb to the slaughter
Her short time in the Meadow clears her head of trouble.
She meets a young boy who distracts her long enough that she is able to shrug off the shawl of sadness shading her shoulders. She forgets that she is truly alone, for a time, and it is enough to spur her forward. Of course, where she is going is still a mystery. The old kingdoms are gone and she feels no pull towards Taiga, the place that had harbored her little clan before. The world is open to her, open for the taking, and she will not let the possibility of it fall away from her grasp again.
The tiger stands from her once-prone position in the tallgrass. Fresh blood stains her paws and her mouth – remnants of the kill she’d been inspired by Halcyon to take part in. But there is no time to waste in cleaning up; she has places to be. So she moves out into the unknown with a full belly but hungry, searching eyes.
Titanya takes her time roaming about Beqanna. Days pass into weeks as she journeys seemingly from one end of Beqanna to the other. She hadn’t done this before. She hadn’t sniffed around enough corners to find a suitable home the last time. Before, her brother had found her before she had the chance, and who was she to deny him? They were meant to be together, she was made to protect him – and now that he’s gone she is free.
Standing on a new shoreline, finally, the tigress inhales a familiar scent. She raises her nose to the sky to take it in. When she is certain, she wades into the warm, tropical waters. Swimming in her feline skin is one of the greatest pleasures in her life, she’s discovered. There is nothing that compares to the fluid grace of a tiger in the water on the move. She’s having so much fun, Titanya is almost sorry to see the island coming closer into sight with each stroke of her paws.
By the time she feels her buoyed weight sink into the sand underneath her, her energy is happily spent. The big cat drags herself out of the surf and throws herself down onto the sun-warmed beach. Her yellow eyes are luminous, but she assesses the island she has landed on with only mild interest, her eyelids fluttering and dragging her dangerously closer to sleep.
what you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
ooc: @[Halcyon]: I figured we could start a new thread since you took him over if you'd like!
