05-16-2020, 10:00 PM
give my all just to watch you fall
The water from his retaliatory swipe lands its mark, and she’s soon shaking her own head to clear the splash of it. The droplets gleam like sparks even in the light filtered through the dense forest around. In her old life, she would have never appreciated the simple beauties of the place she has found herself in. She cared solely for the next step ahead, never the bigger picture. She orbited her life around what she could get out of the world, not what the world could get from her. She lived for herself, only, and those few she guarded fiercely and with everything she had. It had all boiled down her little clan. It had been a small life, she’s realized since.
Death, once her final enemy, has given her new life.
This is easier than it ever would have been in that first life. This tentative (on her end) step towards friendship between the two tigers is far more momentous than Halcyon likely realizes. Of course, it can be no friendship without some spilled blood and violence - at least in Titanya’s opinion. What better way to gain a rapport than to kill something together?
In order to do just that, they have to be quiet. She stops her uncharacteristic tomfoolery and hones in on the dark shapes gliding beneath them. As a cat, she finds her senses greatly enhanced to whatever is the focus of her attention. However, fish are not her primary prey when she chooses to wear this skin. She much prefers land pursuits of rabbits and deer and the occasional bird. Fishing is a rare test of her limited hunting abilities in the water. Titanya looks warily over to her companion, knowing that he is probably better at this than she is and hating that fact. She tries to distract him with questions and returns her gaze to the task at hand.
“Loess…” she repeats, the name strange on her tongue. The new kingdoms all had ridiculous names. Kingdoms before the Reckoning were much easier to remember if she’d ever cared to at all. Back then, she also wouldn’t have cared to ask her next question. Now, curiosity gets the better of her. “Why the back and forth? Mom can’t make up her mind or something?” A fish darts just below the surface then and she reacts instinctively, pulling her paw up and closing her claws around –
nothing but water.
“Damn,” she swears, growling her displeasure. If this kid gets a fish before me so help me. Titanya looks over discreetly but his mouth is still as empty as hers’. She shifts her buoyed weight, sliding a little in the mud underfoot. I just need to concentrate more and talk less, she thinks, just as Halcyon turns the question back on her. Or not. “I was born in the Dale.” She lets that truth settle around them as slowly as the water had settled before. That mountain land hasn’t crossed her mind in years, but somehow it is still painful to think about all this time later. Would it ever not be?
“I lived and died and now I’m back again.” She rolls her shoulders in a shrug, easing some of the tension that had built only moments before. “Young again,” she adds as an afterthought. Why she’s come back is still a mystery. Why she’s come back instead of her brother even more so. "I guess I get a second chance."
Death, once her final enemy, has given her new life.
This is easier than it ever would have been in that first life. This tentative (on her end) step towards friendship between the two tigers is far more momentous than Halcyon likely realizes. Of course, it can be no friendship without some spilled blood and violence - at least in Titanya’s opinion. What better way to gain a rapport than to kill something together?
In order to do just that, they have to be quiet. She stops her uncharacteristic tomfoolery and hones in on the dark shapes gliding beneath them. As a cat, she finds her senses greatly enhanced to whatever is the focus of her attention. However, fish are not her primary prey when she chooses to wear this skin. She much prefers land pursuits of rabbits and deer and the occasional bird. Fishing is a rare test of her limited hunting abilities in the water. Titanya looks warily over to her companion, knowing that he is probably better at this than she is and hating that fact. She tries to distract him with questions and returns her gaze to the task at hand.
“Loess…” she repeats, the name strange on her tongue. The new kingdoms all had ridiculous names. Kingdoms before the Reckoning were much easier to remember if she’d ever cared to at all. Back then, she also wouldn’t have cared to ask her next question. Now, curiosity gets the better of her. “Why the back and forth? Mom can’t make up her mind or something?” A fish darts just below the surface then and she reacts instinctively, pulling her paw up and closing her claws around –
nothing but water.
“Damn,” she swears, growling her displeasure. If this kid gets a fish before me so help me. Titanya looks over discreetly but his mouth is still as empty as hers’. She shifts her buoyed weight, sliding a little in the mud underfoot. I just need to concentrate more and talk less, she thinks, just as Halcyon turns the question back on her. Or not. “I was born in the Dale.” She lets that truth settle around them as slowly as the water had settled before. That mountain land hasn’t crossed her mind in years, but somehow it is still painful to think about all this time later. Would it ever not be?
“I lived and died and now I’m back again.” She rolls her shoulders in a shrug, easing some of the tension that had built only moments before. “Young again,” she adds as an afterthought. Why she’s come back is still a mystery. Why she’s come back instead of her brother even more so. "I guess I get a second chance."
Titanya
@[Halcyon]