We need a living passion
Burning hearts and a brand new feeling
Impatience begins to wedge into his thoughts while he waits for his brother. With his lips pursed into a tight line Tytos tries to admire the canopy and birds above but finds himself more flustered. Their droppings are flying toward him but he shuffles away to the side in time to just barely miss some on his face. "Asshole," he growls in distaste before turning his attention to the rustling leaves nearby. The shape of his sibling is like a beacon in the shadows with his tobiano coat. The boy chuckles mildly to himself at first until Rhonan joins him with a single word to say. Tytos nearly comments on the lack of brotherly love but sets the thought aside for more distressing matters.
"What the hell, dude? You left and mom decided to tighten the leash on me while she kept an eye open for you." A huff of air is exaggeratedly exhaled as his head slowly shakes. "We're her little prized possessions since dad is dead. What sucks more is that she controls the damn jungle so when I wanted to leave I found a vine wrapped around my leg." His eyes narrow slightly. "She wasn't about to let BOTH of us go missing, mister MIA." It wasn't fair how Rhonan was able to escape her detection leaving Tytos here to hear the brunt of her distress. While he enjoys their mother for the most part he simply can't bring himself to find empathy or really anything productive to say. The roller coaster emotions of mares aren't exactly his forte.
Unable to stay angry (if he can even go so far as to saying he was) Tytos sighs then meets his sibling's eyes. "So what's it like out there? I'm sure there's more to see than just green." That's all the Jungle really is: green with an occasional pop of color from a carnivorous plant. It gets rather monotonous. He can't help but anxiously wait for the day that he can run from this place and find his own home. Maybe not a kingdom. Maybe a herd with women - lots of them. A crooked grin slowly spreads across his face at the idea. "And girls. Less masculine girls. The ones here are on steroids or something with how into fitness they are." He pauses to take a breath during which he registers a new scent. "You smell like a girl. Who have you been flirting with?" Details. Man-to-man talk. Tytos tries to push an answer out of his brother with an expectant, although amused, stare.
