Newt, Cricket, & Gunne (Private RP)

The Titan needed to get away. In the company of those he once knew, he could not shake the dread of their impending questions. What have you done while you were gone? A thing harmless enough on its own, but still enough to make Gunne's skin crawl at the very prospect. And Loch? What would the ashen pegasus think? It was because of these anxious thoughts the he had not relaxed fully since his return, and because of these thoughts that he traveled away. With duties long done and his company not truly needed, Gunne set off into the night in the hopes of clearing his head. As old as the man was, it seemed he still had yet to learn one could not run from themselves. Yet the Titan felt the tension slowly slip away without the white noise of others, despite his own demons refusing to release him. The low drum of his feathered hooves against the ground was all he focused on. And for hours he walked. So long, in fact, that the moon so gently bathing him in its light dipped behind the trees to give way to the sun. He nearly startled when he felt warm rays against his coat, snapping out of the quiet place his attention had retreated to. The stallion slowed briefly. The trees about him were alien, and the untraveled path beneath him foreign. His legs ached. How long had he walked? ... Where was he? Pale ears rotated about to pin to his skull in irritation. Damn his foolishness. He'd have to hope for a nearby settlement, as much as he wished to remain lost, to point him in the right direction. He set out once more, ignoring the protest his worn legs gave. He'd nearly retreated back into the same unawareness that got him into this mess when soft voices caught his attention.

"I suppose that makes sense."

Instantly Gunne adjusted his path to follow the sound of conversation. And such as swiftly did he wish he hadn't. As he neared the source of the voice, a pair of children at first glance, their mutation became clear. They were not two, but one. In a sense. Whatever the case, Gunne came to a sudden stop, stamping a foreleg in his surprise and snorting. What was this? Conjoined just behind the shoulder, a beast with 6 legs and two heads; an abomination. He willed it to be an illusion, or merely his half sight playing a cruel trick upon him. But it was neither - the twins were as real as the wind that pulled at his hair. He snorted again, shaking his head in his irritation. The Titan did not bother to hide his disgust at the sight. It was easily read upon his actions, and dripped nearly tangible from his voice.

"What are you, boy?"

He hoped this child had no parents, because already Gunne hated them. Why did they not crush the child upon seeing what the gods had cursed it with? Why allow it to grow? He nearly tossed his head once more, bothered by the twins in more ways than one. So close to his son was this thing in age, and the gods had spared it over his boy? What a cruel company they were.