FALL TO THE BATTLEGROUND | the ascendants

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YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME

YEAH, YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T GO BACK, IT'S TOO LATE TO SAY IT'S TOO LATE. YOU CAN'T TAKE BACK THAT YOU SAID NOTHING. HOW COULD YOU DO NOTHING?

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Titan couldn't say that he had ever ventured to the humid jungle that the Rosebloods called home. As far as he knew, they were dormant neutrals, distant and alienated from the Ascendants. Out of all of the instances, Titan would have never thought that he would be journeying to this place as a newly-appointed leader. Moonmade had gone far too soon for his time, and Titan simply couldn't cease thinking about the ( emptiness ) of the other lion's eyes or the crust upon thin, black lips. It hadn't been a pleasant sight or experience for anybody, but life continued on. The Ascendants needed allies, now more than ever, and they hadn't exactly a plethora of options.

The fellow Astral Seraph arrived beside the snow leopardess, amber eyes set forward in silence as she handled the introductions. A youngster had skirted up towards the border, eagerly chirping a greeting of his own. The blind optimism and warmth was nearly foreign and overwhelming to Titan. It was so loud, so [u]bright.[/u] Nonetheless, he held his ground just fine and managed to answer monotonously, "I'm alright, thank you." Titan just wanted to speak with this "Sephiroth".