Quicker, Quicker!
The young winged-ocelot cub scrambles forward, awkwardly stumbling across the ground on paws that felt too large and unfamiliar. It was the perfect plan, the perfect escape. That was until he had somehow shifted into this cat-like creature. A creature that shifted into something smaller than his normal stature with a tail, spots, and paws!
It was terrible!
Everything was going wrong!
How could it? He thinks grumpily to himself as he continues to stumble over his own feet that definitely do not feel like they belong to him. He had escaped from the prison—that’s all that mattered now. It didn’t matter so long as he found his way back home and wasn’t hunt after if anyone saw him. Titus didn’t want to be dragged back to Loess. He didn’t think they would notice him anyway, especially after ignoring him and forgetting he even existed.
He had to find his way home—to Nerine. He had to find her—his twin sister, Venus.
Titus continues to stagger over the snow. His paws feel cold against the bitterness of a season he was experiencing for the first time, but he found the fur clinging onto his skin comforting in the cold. However, it was the distant howl that draws him short in his path. The young boy’s cat-like ears though still holding the equine head shape, flicker in one direction and then the next. His deep nutmeg eyes search out the terrain before him.
Nothing happened.
The spotted half horse and ocelot cub continues forward. He is more alert as he proceeds further along his chosen path. It definitely cannot be them, he tells himself over and over again. How could they find himself so quickly? He made sure that he would not be followed. He would not be found! And if he was to found by them he would kill them, he would cut them apart with his claws and sharp teeth. Titus would never go back there, not in a million years!
He loses himself in his thoughts momentarily thinking about what he will do to the kidnappers if they even dared to try and drag him back. It isn’t until he hears the brushing of plants and snapping of branches and twigs, that he comes back to reality. Titus’ ears flicker, hearing a soft voice within the distance. The boy rounds himself around the bend of a tree nearby, knowing the voice had come from just over there.
Titus quietly pushes himself against the tree. He carefully leans out behind the trunk of the tree, trying to get a look at what lays around the other side of it. The boy is sure it is the kidnappers from Loess. They followed me! I knew they would come! He grumbles silently to himself.
Leaning more out from behind the trunk of the tree, Titus still cannot see them. He takes a slight step forward with his right front paw, but he stumbles, tripping over his other front paw awkwardly. Falling face flat into the snow first, he screams out with a high-pitch yelp, “AAAHHHHHHHH!”.
Titus scrambles, paws throwing up fistful of snow falling all around him, as he stumbles to find his footing. He manages to get up onto his two back legs, but falls forward face into the snow again, yelling out again: “I won’t go back, I won’t go!”
He would never go back!
@[Sawtooth] @[Sibella]
The young winged-ocelot cub scrambles forward, awkwardly stumbling across the ground on paws that felt too large and unfamiliar. It was the perfect plan, the perfect escape. That was until he had somehow shifted into this cat-like creature. A creature that shifted into something smaller than his normal stature with a tail, spots, and paws!
It was terrible!
Everything was going wrong!
How could it? He thinks grumpily to himself as he continues to stumble over his own feet that definitely do not feel like they belong to him. He had escaped from the prison—that’s all that mattered now. It didn’t matter so long as he found his way back home and wasn’t hunt after if anyone saw him. Titus didn’t want to be dragged back to Loess. He didn’t think they would notice him anyway, especially after ignoring him and forgetting he even existed.
He had to find his way home—to Nerine. He had to find her—his twin sister, Venus.
Titus continues to stagger over the snow. His paws feel cold against the bitterness of a season he was experiencing for the first time, but he found the fur clinging onto his skin comforting in the cold. However, it was the distant howl that draws him short in his path. The young boy’s cat-like ears though still holding the equine head shape, flicker in one direction and then the next. His deep nutmeg eyes search out the terrain before him.
Nothing happened.
The spotted half horse and ocelot cub continues forward. He is more alert as he proceeds further along his chosen path. It definitely cannot be them, he tells himself over and over again. How could they find himself so quickly? He made sure that he would not be followed. He would not be found! And if he was to found by them he would kill them, he would cut them apart with his claws and sharp teeth. Titus would never go back there, not in a million years!
He loses himself in his thoughts momentarily thinking about what he will do to the kidnappers if they even dared to try and drag him back. It isn’t until he hears the brushing of plants and snapping of branches and twigs, that he comes back to reality. Titus’ ears flicker, hearing a soft voice within the distance. The boy rounds himself around the bend of a tree nearby, knowing the voice had come from just over there.
Titus quietly pushes himself against the tree. He carefully leans out behind the trunk of the tree, trying to get a look at what lays around the other side of it. The boy is sure it is the kidnappers from Loess. They followed me! I knew they would come! He grumbles silently to himself.
Leaning more out from behind the trunk of the tree, Titus still cannot see them. He takes a slight step forward with his right front paw, but he stumbles, tripping over his other front paw awkwardly. Falling face flat into the snow first, he screams out with a high-pitch yelp, “AAAHHHHHHHH!”.
Titus scrambles, paws throwing up fistful of snow falling all around him, as he stumbles to find his footing. He manages to get up onto his two back legs, but falls forward face into the snow again, yelling out again: “I won’t go back, I won’t go!”
He would never go back!
@[Sawtooth] @[Sibella]