the blight of man, the shame of the divine; any

[Titus]

titus

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

Peace is all he had known lately, the lull of silence that brought everyone happiness. He personally might have been just content with his life the way things were going. A childhood that should have been perfect might have shaped him to be this way, but perhaps he would just always be content and bitter within.

Yet, the plague had come and broke their peaceful lives into a chaotic mess.

Titus does not try to fret over what has come within his homeland. Beqanna has been filled with times of hardship and came out of the chaos victoriously. However, these are only stories. Stories he holds onto during these growing moments of darkness and destruction. He clings onto what he only knows to be reliable—those within Loess.

Loess was his home. More than Nerine had ever been. So, when the world finally settles within the chaos and the direction is given, he follows.

A new land is where they find themselves. A new beginning is it though? Titus is filled with thoughts of uncertainty. However, the winged stallion does not show his concerns visibly to others as he approaches the small gathering.

He recognizes Arthas and Vulgaris easily except for the mare though she smells of Loess. The presence of Arthas puts him on edge. There had been news of a war coming, but with the plague this had changed their direction. What exactly would come from this?

“Where is Wolfbane?” He asks with a flick of his tail, ignoring the proclamation from Arthas. If there was to be any decision, they would need to find their leader first. Was it even possible to live with members of Sylva when they could have recently been at each other’s throat? It seemed likely not.

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

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