I Really Wanna Make A Wish Right Now
It had been quite some time since the titan had seen the other one...the one who had nearly been driven to madness with fear at the sight of him. He had left her since their last meeting, travelling away from the south to avoid running into her again. But since he encountered the woman, the mere thought of her kept pulling him back this way. Not because she was pretty, (for that was only part of the reason), but because he felt like he needed to apologize for the wrongdoings of his pack. He had been far different compared to the tyranny and wickedness of the dragon fangs, and he the pure hearted one who refused to fight for anything that was not just. No...he could not partake in the slaughter and torture of innocent souls. And the day he witnessed the true nature and brutality of his home, he had left. The images of slaughtered children and bleeding lives was enough to break his heart and send his soul into torment. The day he left, he had never looked back...and one day when he did return to talk down the old fool, they were gone. The pack had met its demise similar to the innocents they had slaughtered previously.
His muscles shuddered, snow flakes landing lightly on his pelt as he lumbered south to find the woman and give her a heartfelt apology. Even though he had nothing to do with the attack itself, it was still his own blood that had done it, and he felt as if he would never escape that shadow. The blood is on my paws, now. At least, he had convinced himself as much. Moving steadily towards the place he had first found her, the titan slowed his pace until eventually, he came to a stop. Brows knitted together in confusion, monochromatic eyes searching beyond the lines that depicted the existence of a pack...had she...had she been run out? A coldness gripped his heart. She had children didn't she? Had they been harmed? Where was she? Last he knew, this place was where they all lived...her scent still lied around, but he couldn't tell if these borders merely overlapped with her scent, or if she still lingered beyond as a...captive...
Stupid. He growled to himself. He was overreacting, was he not? Sighing to himself, the beast watched carefully as he stood among the snow laden foliage of the plants. No longer as vibrant as they were the season he'd been here last, so it was harder to hide his pelt and blend in with the scenery. He was sure that his unique coloring stuck out like a fish out of water, but who was he to complain. He was a giant, he didn't fear anyone...only worried that others would fear him. Tentatively, he would take a step forward but no more. He was unsure as to whether he should call...or turn back. This is a bad idea...I shouldn't be here. Her last reactions to him, the fear, the ever watchful eye...made him think that perhaps, it would be best to turn away now.