Dance with me tonight

Everything had been going well. He and Phoebe had been getting along wonderfully, something the titan had never expected to have happened. The russet woman had wormed her way into the seasoned warrior's heart and there was no going back now. He had become quite attached to her, which would explain why he hadn't separated himself from her side since having met her. But then the storm came. Conan had weathered storms before; he was no stranger to them. But all of the storms he'd braved had been on a giant mass of land, not on an island separated from the mainland. This was his first island storm and he hoped it was his last. It had been a terrible thing, ferocious in its strength and size. He had done everything that he could to get Phoebe to safety, make sure that she would make it out of the storm unharmed, but the beast hadn't been so lucky. The storm swept him away, carried him off into its dark waters, away from the russet woman. That was the last time he'd seen her.


The storm carried him away to the farthest corner of Alacritis, injuring the titan in the process, causing him to temporarily loose his memory. It was a struggle when he'd come to, not knowing where he was, especially being unable to remember Phoebe. But he worked through his trauma until one day everything just clicked back into place and he realized months had passed since he'd last seen Phoebe. The need to see her drove the man to wander all across Alacritis, hunting for a trace of her scent that would lead him to her. It had taken him quite some time, but he had finally found it near the dormant volcano in the region. He only hoped that she hadn't forgotten about him in his time of absence.


Sooty paws would pull the giant across the landscape, powerful muscles contracting and expanding as he moved along, ruby eyes scanning the area. Phoebe's scent was strong here; she had to be here somewhere. Massive skull would be thrown back towards the heavens, lips parting as a call hummed from deep within his chest. He called to the russet woman, hoping that by some miracle he would receive an answer. A moment later his skull would drop back to its normal position, audits attentive as he patrolled the area, listening intently for the familiar voice of Phoebe.


"Burn Baby Burn"