bones and roses; any

[Titus]

titus

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

The cold snow pressed against his face for barely a second as he fell again face first. Titus rises quickly onto his paws, nutmeg eyes staring up as he hears the coughing from another. “AHEM! What is going on here?” comes from the blue iridescent roan. It almost feels like he is looking at her in different shades. It makes him dizzy and almost sick to his stomach. Titus is about to say something else until he notices another set of eyes are on him too—the black filly with wings made of shadows. Her words are even shameful, and he wonders what could have possibly been the issue.
 
One minute he was chased by others, and the second he was being scorned from not wanting to go back. Titus snorts in distaste at them for their snarky comments and childish attitudes of spoiled brats. “Well,” he says sharply finding his voice at last, “I was being chased by someone or something.” Not like they needed to hear the whole story he decided. Titus found sharing such a tale wasn't worth anything to a stranger. He wasn't supposed to trust anyone.
 
“Dead wolf?” he asks with a curious tilt of his head. Titus had never seen such a thing before, but he knew what such wild beasts were like in the stories his parents told him. “I want to see this dead wolf. Where is it?” He asks without the need to ask for an invitation. Titus became curious already with the idea of seeing a wolf and leaving behind what had happened to him—an embarrassing display.
 
The cat-like horse takes a step forward from his fallen position. “So, where are we going?”

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

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