OOC: Making a note here; this is a self-thread (Read-Only) to kind of ease into ~the vibes~ (nebulous hand waving)
”You’re so spineless.”
Priam frowned. He was never of a confrontational temperament – and hearing Titho haunt his shoulder needled his senses. The gritty sand sank between his toes, and his pace did not falter – behind him, he could still hear his brother’s footsteps.
”What, are you just going to ignore me?”
Yes, Priam thought bitterly – his lips drew taut into a firm line and his whiskers bristled. Along his spine, he could feel the telltale and familiar tingle of his hackles shiver. Titho scoffed, the sound of his beating paws against the sand picking up as he moved to keep pace.
”You asshole. You promised we could – I can’t believe you want me to look bad in front of my new friends.”
”They’re outsiders,” Priam reminded Titho sharply. Suddenly, he was anchored, moored to the soil by a wave of impulse. ”If father knew what you were getting up to –“ I would get the brunt of it -
”He won’t!”
”You don’t know that.” Exacting. Concise. He needed to remain firm. Priam’s head tossed sidelong, his eyes flashing.
Yet Titho was not there. The dark sand stretched on and on to the horizon, the tracks of his pace alone. Panic fluttered at first, stuttering to life in his chest before it seized hold and chilled his blood in a rush of worry.
”Titho?”
A low hiss of water rolling down the soil – a crash of a wave against stone – a sharp wail –
The churn of water was wine-dark, and with it came the stink of copper.
Waking came to him with the voltage of a jump-start, and while his eyes had snapped open, they were yet to register the waxy dawn-light creeping over the horizon. Blinking away the bleariness of his vision, he rose to his feet and slowly wheeled to get his bearings; sand clung to him. The familiar scent of salt washed over the stones, and pine drifted from further inland. By all accounts, this was not dissimilar to his typical stomping grounds – and yet…
Priam looked over his shoulder down the beach. Slowly turning, he gazed forward.
Did he fall asleep? When? Scraping his mind for answers, the inquisitions turned up empty, supplicated with a great yawning void in memory. Grimacing, he tentatively took one step, then another -
Before long, he vanished into the wood.
”You’re so spineless.”
Priam frowned. He was never of a confrontational temperament – and hearing Titho haunt his shoulder needled his senses. The gritty sand sank between his toes, and his pace did not falter – behind him, he could still hear his brother’s footsteps.
”What, are you just going to ignore me?”
Yes, Priam thought bitterly – his lips drew taut into a firm line and his whiskers bristled. Along his spine, he could feel the telltale and familiar tingle of his hackles shiver. Titho scoffed, the sound of his beating paws against the sand picking up as he moved to keep pace.
”You asshole. You promised we could – I can’t believe you want me to look bad in front of my new friends.”
”They’re outsiders,” Priam reminded Titho sharply. Suddenly, he was anchored, moored to the soil by a wave of impulse. ”If father knew what you were getting up to –“ I would get the brunt of it -
”He won’t!”
”You don’t know that.” Exacting. Concise. He needed to remain firm. Priam’s head tossed sidelong, his eyes flashing.
Yet Titho was not there. The dark sand stretched on and on to the horizon, the tracks of his pace alone. Panic fluttered at first, stuttering to life in his chest before it seized hold and chilled his blood in a rush of worry.
”Titho?”
A low hiss of water rolling down the soil – a crash of a wave against stone – a sharp wail –
The churn of water was wine-dark, and with it came the stink of copper.
Waking came to him with the voltage of a jump-start, and while his eyes had snapped open, they were yet to register the waxy dawn-light creeping over the horizon. Blinking away the bleariness of his vision, he rose to his feet and slowly wheeled to get his bearings; sand clung to him. The familiar scent of salt washed over the stones, and pine drifted from further inland. By all accounts, this was not dissimilar to his typical stomping grounds – and yet…
Priam looked over his shoulder down the beach. Slowly turning, he gazed forward.
Did he fall asleep? When? Scraping his mind for answers, the inquisitions turned up empty, supplicated with a great yawning void in memory. Grimacing, he tentatively took one step, then another -
Before long, he vanished into the wood.