it's the singing // joining

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PINK RIBBON SCARS

THAT NEVER FORGET. I'VE TRIED SO HARD TO C L E A N S E THESE REGRETS.

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The sunset patrols were always favored by the lion. The warmth of the daytime still lingered in the open air; it was not crisp and chilly like it was in the early mornings and the late nights. The horizon's vibrant palette was aesthetically pleasing and hypnotic to the naked eye — in simple words, it was striking. Beautiful. He could watch the setting sun for hours if it were possible, but unfortunately, they only lasted for such a short time.

However, for now, he was doing his best to take in the sights before the sun pulled the covers over its head and the moon [sup]ascended[/sup] in its place. Titan also enjoyed the twilight, where the stars would prematurely poke out into view and shine brightly. He enjoyed gazing up at the stars and studying the constellations. It seemed that Titan was in favor of both the light and the dark — that internal debate conflicted back-and-forth much more often and [sub]deeper[/sub] than one would think.

The masculine made out the shape of a leopardess seated on the edge of the borders. She wasn't trespassing, at least, so she hadn't given him a reason to attack her. However, if she proved to be a threat to the group, then he'd have no choice but to take immediate action. Of course, this could just be a loner or an ambassador from one of their allies, but he didn't know what to think these days. Anybody lingering near the border could pose a threat to him.

And, with that mindset engrained in his brain... "Who are you?" It was too s o f t to be a shout, but just firm enough to be considered a demanding tone.

Then, he bites his tongue.

A part of him told himself that he was still clinging onto strict formalities, brief greetings that were straight to the point. But, then again, an Ascendant could never be too careful these days.