Apex Predator

Titus Sands, leader of the Shark Clan

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@aubrey-crane

One thing could be said for August Beedle; he did know how to bring people together. Despite the masks, Titus had been able to pick out several familiar faces, from every Clan and from both Courts. He was both amazed and a little disappointed that no fights had broken out between them all yet.

That was all to change, however, when he recognised Aubrey Crane among the crowd. Aubrey Crane, who one of the guards he’d placed on Pearl during their time in Belladonna had been seen talking to her. Aubrey Crane, who had taken his sweet baby sister to a brothel, of all places. Aubrey Crane, notorious criminal.

That Aubrey Crane.

He saw red. Abandoning his drink on the nearest available surface, Titus pushed his way through the crowd towards him. “Excuse me,” he said, tapping Aubrey on the shoulder before raising his hand to aim a fist at his face.

[amongthebriars]

Under Cover || Hartus

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amongthebriars‌:

@titus-sands​

Harland had amused himself upon arrival in Fox territory by plying his trade at the card tables. It was harmless enough and, with the face he wore, the Sidhe was able to ply both drink and money from the hands of less experienced cardsmen. It was a little known fact that Lord Briar was a player of cards, just as it was little known that he was good at it. But Kovarro Yaasib was an expert at reading fae, plying them for their money, and smiling charmingly while he did it. 

He also knew when the hand had shifted and, after a final hand, Harland pulled his newly won coin into his purse, shot off a cocky smile and his excuses, before retiring to a more secluded corner of the Corridors. The cold that flourished in the earth made his bones ache but the freedom of being out of Wisteria and able to enjoy the evening was enough for him to ignore the discomfort. It was offset by the deep, powerful thrum of magic that hummed in his blood. This close to the heart of the mountain, his true magic was blazing with it, singing in his veins as it responded to the Erthe that surrounded him. 

It created a sense of calm to wash over him here, deep in Solitary territory. It created a sense of mischief about him, as well. When he glimpsed a familiar, if brooding, face, Harland crossed the stone floor with a confident stride, a winning grin curling at his mouth. There was no harm in having a bit of fun and, as he sidled up alongside the Shark chieftain, he felt almost familiar again. Normal, even. He sipped at the drink in his hand, relishing in the fact that it was quality Solitary ale and not the piss Wisterians drank.

“I feel as though you would look better covered in my furs than all of this finery. Though, if it’s any consolation, you look better than most fae here.” 

Titus was trying very hard to stay sober. It had taken some dedication, but he’d eventually managed to track down something non-alcoholic to drink. It tasted awful, but it gave him something to sip at while he stood moodily by the wall, trying to keep one eye on his sister at all times.

Few people were brave enough to approach him, which suited Titus just fine. He was trying his best to look unapproachable. A Fox party was better than a Seelie party, which was better than an Unseelie party as far as he was concerned. However, they all lacked the particular heart of a Shark party, which were, unsurprisingly, his favourite kind.

He went to take another sip of his drink, and groaned when he realised his glass was empty. Turning to get a refill, he stopped short as an unfamiliar Faerie came up beside him.

“It’s hard to make pearls look unattractive. The credit is mostly theirs.” Still, he was flattered that someone so beautiful had sought him out simply to compliment him. Flattered, and suspicious. “Do you offer your furs to everyone you meet?” he asked. “Or am I just lucky?”

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Titus Sands’ outfit for the carnival

Image sources: mask, pearls, hair, kilt

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a display of concern // titus & harland

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amongthebriars‌:

Harland curled his lip and shook his head, offended by the very thought that someone at Court would try anything on him. “I’ll gut someone before I allow them to speak a word about it, Chieftain,” he growled, irritated at the insinuation that he was hobbled by his injuries. He was old. He was a war commander. He had survived worse than this. He could do it again. And, arguably, that mindset could get him killed one day but today was not that day and he would go through the Shark if he needed to. “And I’ll keep fae I’m unfamiliar with at arms’ length. I usually do. I’ll not attend galas or political entreaties unless it is requested of me by Mab. Titus, I know how this works. I’ve done it before.” 

It was beginning to feel like no one around him felt like he was capable and that…it rankled. It did not cross his mind, just now, that the Solitary faerie was saying these things because he was concerned for him, that there was an undercurrent of worry in his voice and his face. All he could see right now was that he needed to appear perfect, the soldier stood at attention, ready for anything thrown at him. 

That thought alone had him standing rigid, back arrow-straight, ignoring the twinge in his side as it pulled at his wound. Harland’s eyes narrowed as the other man moved to block the doorway of his rooms, resisting the urge to snarl at him. Instead, his voice was icy when he again spoke. “Move, Titus. Don’t make me move you.” 

As much as Titus admired Queen Mab, and as willing as he was to dive headfirst into battle for her if she requested it, the idea of leaving Harland’s fate in her hands did not appeal to him just then. He was one of her best courtiers, and she’d be a fool not to use him. And Harland would be a fool to just let her.

“I’d like to see you try,” he retorted, standing up a little straighter. His feet shifted, almost without thought, into a more balanced stance so that he would be harder to knock over should it come to that. “Briar, if I need to I will pick you up and carry you to that bed like a child. Don’t test me.”

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the-kit-scarlet‌:

“Why, that is the best time to become a philosopher.” Kit replied, motioning a steward forward with a flick of her wrist. She did not need to request wine, this particular steward had remained in Oberon’s employ for quite some time. The King and Queen had been very careful to ensure only seasoned staff attended to the other court or clans. Those members of staff were easiest to bribe or blackmail, which made their position all the more strategic. 

“What will be your poison, then?” Kit asked, raising an eyebrow towards Titus. After a few moments, the steward returned, offering goblets full to the brim towards both of them. 

“Only the best for our guests,” Kit replied.  

“Forgive me if I’m sceptical,” he said, offering the servant a polite nod of the head but otherwise ignoring them and the tray they held out towards him. He didn’t trust the Unseelie at the best of times, but accepting a drink from the King’s mistress at a highly suspicious tournament seemed like a bad move tactically. And Titus hadn’t survived this long by being polite.

Instead, he reached down to pull a small flask from within his boot, unscrewing the cap and taking a generous mouthful. “Rum?” he offered, holding it out towards Kit.

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pooka-pearl‌:

Her heart fluttered her chest, the excitement making her a bit dizzy. Ever since she could remember, Pearl had felt so alone. Her physical ailments made it difficult to play and explore with the other Sharks as a child, and her brother’s protectiveness had made it even harder to make friends as she grew up. Even now, as she reconnected with old friends who had been on the opposing side during the war, she often felt like she was on the outskirts. 

But in all of Pearl’s favorite novels, the brave heroine always had a loyal companion at her side. They shared secrets and adventure, were completely devoted to each other, and always knew what the other was thinking. She’d always wanted a companion like that, and couldn’t wait to have a best friend who was always around! Someone she didn’t have to sneak away to talk to…

The Shark nodded enthusiastically at Titus’ teasing question, hoping maybe she could catch a glimpse of the prospects once he started interviews. But at his next question, an expression of confusion came over her. “Me? Sitting in?” she asked skeptically, wondering if she’d heard him correctly. But he seemed serious, and Pearl’s face immediately broke into an even brighter smile. “You mean I get to help decide?!?” She expected an argument after what she did today, and this turn of events was certainly welcome, if unexpected. Maybe Titus was finally starting to see her as an adult!! Grabbing her brother’s hand in both of hers, Pearl bounced giddily and squeezed his fingers. “I can’t wait to start!! Thank you, Titus,” she said sincerely, looking up at him with the same admiration and happiness as when they were children.

Titus’ smile was bright and genuine as he gazed adoringly down at his little sister. If anyone had been there to see it, they wouldn’t have struggled to picture the same scene a few centuries ago, with a much younger Titus doing everything in his power to make a much younger Pearl smile.

“It’s important that you like them, whoever they are,” he reasoned. “You’re going to be spending a lot of time together. I want to be sure it’s someone you won’t tire of quickly.”

He squeezed her hands back. “But you must promise me you won’t sneak out again. Belladonna is especially dangerous right now, and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened. Do you understand me, Pearl?”

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a display of concern // titus & harland

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amongthebriars‌:

“I didn’t realize you had a say in the matter, Titus,” Harland murmured, voice dry as he breathed through his nose. He straightened up a bit, wincing still at the way his ribs screamed in protest. The physician had originally stated that he’d not broken any ribs during his fall but the pain he was in was reminiscent of at least a few fractures. “I’ll be fine. None of them will be able to touch me. I’m still upright and I’ve had worse spoken of me. You know that.” 

The Shark had followed him into the room, it seemed, for when he next spoke Titus’s voice was just outside the door to the bathing area, adjoining his bedroom. There was a real concern in his voice and it not only concerned the blond lord but it vexed him. He was no fragile faerie, no young faerie lady who knew nothing of the world. Harland sighed through his nose before opening the door one-handed, a scow furrowing his brow. 

“No, darling, I do not. What I would like is for you to stop worrying. I’m not going to break. And I have seen worse than a bit of iron poisoning. In fact, the poison is gone. The scars are what remain and it continues to heal. But I will not continue to sit here and dawdle while there is work to be done. Now if you’ll excuse me.” And, then, Harland was striding from the room, out into the main room, head held high. 

“It’s not what they will say that concerns me, Harland,” he retorted. Court gossip was ridiculous, and anyone who put any stock in it wasn’t worth wasting time on in his mind. “It’s what they will do. You’re not your strongest. All it would take is another well-placed stab and...” He sighed, leaning against the door. The thought didn’t need voicing. It would only make it seem like an even more real possibility.

He almost fell forward as the door opened, but managed to right himself before he could land face-first on the bathroom floor- or, worse, on Harland.

“The court can go on without you a while longer,” he insisted, running to block the bedroom door. “You’re still in pain. I know you. This isn’t the time for you to be brave, Harland. You need rest.”

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a display of concern // titus & harland

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Harland saw the confusion on Titus’s face and cocked his head to the side, brow furrowing. If he wasn’t here to speak with him about something that happened to Pearl or his clan, then why was Titus here, and so urgently asking for him? “Good. I’m glad.” The Sidhe broke his gaze away from the big faerie’s face, watching as he stepped closer and, unconsciously, Harland’s grip tightened on the handle of his blade, moving it to slash.

The guilt he felt at the action, a moment later, made him sick. He straightened, wiping at his jaw with the back of his free hand, forcing a laugh. “I hadn’t realized. Caught my scar. It’s nothing to worry about. And they might not, but the Court certainly does.” Harland moved back, then, away from the door and back into his room, not wanting to look the other faerie in the face for a moment.

There was something about having Titus Sands standing in your bedroom doorway, stern and cross armed, that made a faerie lose his fighting instinct. Well, a normal faerie. Harland continued into the bathroom and finished shaving, wiped the blood from his face, and returned to begin shrugging into an over jacket.

The Sidhe only stopped when his ribs twinged and he pressed a palm flat to it, breathing shallowly as his face screwed up in discomfort.

“The Court?!” he repeated, not even bothering to try keeping his voice down. “No. Definitely not. I won’t allow it. You’re not ready to face that den of vipers yet. They’ll eat you alive.”

Ordinarily, Titus knew that he and Harland were well-matched. They were both taller than most other fae, both strong, and both well-versed in the ways of war. But Harland was injured, and even though he was extremely behind on sleep after riding through the night, Titus was confident that he could best him in a fight if it came down to it.

While Harland was in the bathroom, Titus waited in the bedroom doorway for a few minutes before stepping inside, closing it behind him and leaning against it. “Is everything alright in there?” he tried.

Not getting a response quickly enough to satisfy him, he slowly moved away from the bedroom door and towards the bathroom. “Do you need any help in there?” he asked from the other side of the door.

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a display of concern // titus & harland

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amongthebriars‌:

Harland Briar was losing his mind.

Or, rather, it felt that way.

After returning home from Belladonna, riding an age and a day slower than normal due to his injuries, the Sidhe was hustled into his rooms and not allowed to leave. The household were visibly concerned and, after learning Freya had continued to stay on with the Shore family, Harland’s mind had eased enough to allow him to sleep into sleep.

The lord suspected Cressida of having slipped a sleeping draught into his food, but Harland was not angered by it. The sleep did him well. However, when he was virtually threatened upon his awakening with bodily harm by Egan if he so much as attempted to step foot in the stables, Harland realized how grave of a situation he was in.

The staff held him hostage in his own manor for a week’s time before he’d had enough. And, now, here he was. It was like pulling teeth, but he’d gotten Ciril to get him a change of riding boots, trousers, and a soft, blush-colored tunic. It was shrugging into the clothing that became an issue. Though his wound was healing well, it was still painful. The iron-laced poison, of which Harland was assured had flowed through his veins thanks to a private, quiet visit from the castle physician, left traces of itself behind. The pain was more than he’d experienced and this coming from a faerie whose neck had been melted by dragon flame and ribs flayed open by a bear.

Yet, Harland was stubborn. He wrapped his ribs, chest, and stomach carefully before ambling to his bathing house, using a mirror to shave. The strokes were precise, hand steady, but a loud yelling in the hall broke his concentration. His hand slipped and, with a hiss, the blond glared at the red that welled up against the scar on his jaw.

And then he frowned. Moving carefully to the door, the lord wrenched it open to peer into the hall. A few feet away stood the hulking mass if the Shark Clan chieftain, an urgency in his voice and his movements.

“Chief S– Titus. What’s the matter? Is Pearl alright?”

Titus whipped around towards the voice, his broad stature momentarily relaxing slightly as he took in the sight of his friend and realised that he was okay. Alive. Standing upright.

“Pearl?” he repeated, confused for a moment. “She’s fine. I think.” She’d been fine when he left. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he returned home only to find that something had happened to her in his absence. Titus forced himself to focus on the fact that some of his best men were watching over his sister, and reminded himself that she would probably still be there when he returned.

“Are you alright? You’re bleeding. And you look like crap.” He took a tentative step closer. “Wait, are you shaving?” he asked, taking in the razor he held in his hand. “I don’t think your staff care if you have a bit of a beard, mate.”

He lifted one eyebrow, knowing that if it wasn’t for his household, Harland must be shaving because he was planning on leaving it. He’d wait for the Sidhe to admit to it though, crossing his arms across his chest, confident that he could catch him if he tried to make a run for it.

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a display of concern // titus & harland

@amongthebriars

There were few people Titus would go rushing out to stop from doing something ridiculous in the small hours of the morning. Most of them were members of his clan. But when word reached him that Duke Briar was considering going back to court after his time of absence, Titus knew that he couldn’t let him. There was no way his injuries had healed over enough for him to even consider it.

Still, he knew Harland well enough to suspect that the rumour held some truth, and rode through the night to reach Thornhill, arriving just as the world was beginning to wake up.

The servant who answered the door was immediately brushed to one side. “I need to see Harland. Where is he?” After a moment, he reached behind him to take his trident from his back and laid it gently on the floor. “I’m unarmed, see?” There was still a dagger in his boot, but no-one needed to know that.

After being pointed in the right direction, he took off at a jog. A’ ghealach, but Seelie architecture was horrible. Did Harland really need all of these rooms?

“Harland!” Titus bellowed, resisting the urge to pound on each and every door he came across until he found him. “Harland, I need to speak with you!”

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Endless gif of Jason Momoa

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the-kit-scarlet‌:

Kit noted his discomfort but chose not to comment. If it had been anyone else- or if she had been in a hateful mood- she might have seized the opportunity to remind them of how imaginative the Unseelie could be when they chose violence. But she was curious to learn what she could about the clan that raised her shadow and that curiosity made her gentler. 

“Are all of the Shark Clan so philosophical?” Kit smiled, surprised by how quickly the conversation had deepened. If she had been alone- or perhaps speaking with her shadow or Harland- she might have engaged with that train of thought. But she was the King’s mistress and had no business discussing the rights of humans here. 

She watched the fight below, eyes trailing the human Titus spoke of. She had no idea why the chieftain was so sure a broadsword would benefit the poor man as opposed to a trident, but she was not sure she cared either. 

It became a moot point as the human was thrown to the ground. Kit shrugged. “Not his fault, no, but certainly his misfortunate.” 

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Titus smiled slightly at her apparent surprise. “Only when we’ve had a few too many drinks,” he joked. The Shark Clan had a reputation for warriors, weavers, and fishermen- and not much else in-between. It was something he’d noticed during his first encounter with the Seelie after becoming Chieftain. Many had been surprised to learn that Sharks were just as capable of holding a conversation as they were a blade.

His eyes flicked to Maddox, who he acknowledged with a small tilt of his head before turning his gaze back to the fight, just in time to watch the human fall to the floor. “See?” He said, gesturing towards the arena with his hand. “He would not be on his back now if he’d had a sword.” A pair of servants rushed forwards to carry the human away, while his opponent was escorted somewhere unseen to prepare for their next fight.

“Is this a typical afternoon’s entertainment in Belladonna?” he ventured. “Or is this all for our benefit, as guests?”

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pooka-pearl‌:

Pearl listened warily, thinking he might once again say that she wasn’t to step foot out of this room. But at his question, her surprise was evident. Taken aback momentarily, Pearl just sat with her mouth agape. “My own personal servant?” she repeated quietly, the words sounding foreign in her mouth. “Like the court ladies?” 

Pearl couldn’t deny that it was quite an appealing idea, especially since it would mean that she would have an easier time moving around Midsummer if she didn’t have to hide all the time. She also liked the thought of having someone to confide in, who was on her side no matter what. Someone she didn’t have to keep secrets from because they were always there beside her. That’s what companions did, right?

Beaming, Pearl jumped from her seat and ran to her brother, flinging her arms around his bulky frame. “Oh, thank you thank you thank you!” she cried, her whole body wiggling with excitement but doing nothing to budge her much stronger sibling. Looking up at him with the expression of a child on Christmas morning, Pearl gave him one last squeeze before twirling away. 

“My own personal servant,” she whispered again, looking out the window and wondering where her future companion was right this moment. 

“Yes, just like the court ladies,” he confirmed, lips quirking in a small smile. It felt like an age since he’d seen his little sister so excited, and the sight warmed his heart.

He wasn’t expecting her to hug him, but his arms came around her slowly after he’d taken a moment to register what was happening. As always, he was struck by how fragile she seemed to him. There was no way this wiggling little fae could hold her own in a fight. But she was gone before he could dwell on it too much, twirling towards the window with such joy that he felt himself smiling once more.

“I’ll take this as a ‘yes’, then?” he asked, tone slightly teasing. “Perfect. I’ll conduct interviews when we return to the Sharklands.” After a moment’s hesitation, he added, “Would you like to sit in with me? You should have some say in who becomes your companion, I think.”

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Down to Business // Titus & Pearl

@pooka-pearl

The undead were in Bloomfield. News had reached Seraphine Shore days ago, and already plans were underway for a quarantine area to keep infected refugees away from healthy Sharks.

He could already feel the looming danger, and while he did not fear for his own death, he was terrified for Pearl. He’d kept her as safe as possible for her whole life, but now that meant that he was unsure how ready his sweet sister would be if she needed to defend herself.

He’d hired a stretch of beach for the evening, sent Pearl a text, and then secured his hair back in a braid while he waited for her. He was unusually nervous, and unsure why. Titus had taught countless people how to fight. How could his sister be any different?

“Pearl!” he called out when he saw her approaching. “Are you ready to learn some combat skills?”

[kieranfrell-blog]

Seraphine Shores (Horror AU) || Open

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kieranfrell‌:

Kieran looked up at the looming figure, they recognised him as one of the leaders of the Sharks clan. They hadn’t crossed paths directly, but Kieran had to admire the wisdom with which he appeared to be handling the situation. 

For a moment Kieran considered the proposition. It wasn’t a bad idea, at least if they helped clean up the sea they were being useful to some degree. “When is it? At least I’ll feel some kind of useful,” they asked, looking up at the other fae. Compared to his large, commanding frame Kieran felt even more useless. They didn’t possess any kind of physical prowess, their only skills were navigating the internet and that hadn’t been working since the fever had started spreading across the lands.

“I just made it out of quarantine, came from Bloomfield not long after Queen Mab opened the gates and the infected spread through the city.” Kieran grimaced at the memory. At first, they hadn’t known anyone who had turned, but as those from the outskirts started to make their way closer to home, Kieran had thrown what little of value they had in a duffle and found a way to reach the rumoured safe zone of Seraphine Sands.

“Figured it was safer here with our backs to the ocean than in the Foothills or Oleander Row. Didn’t fancy the chances of being attacked from all sides.” They turned their gaze back to the water. 

“I’ve seen you around, can’t say I’m not impressed by the work you put in to keep everyone safe. I’ll be the first to admit I would not do well under this kind of pressure,” they said with a chuckle. “Thank you for opening your city to us by the way.”

“The day after tomorrow at midday, and every week at the same time.” Noon was probably the safest time of day. The sun was at its peak, and the world was bright. It gave possible dangers less shadows to hide in.

He held a hand out. “Welcome to Seraphine Shore, then,” he greeted. “It’s different to Bloomfield. I’m afraid you’re not seeing us at our best.” 

Movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he reached down to scoop a small plastic container out of the ocean. Sitting beside the other faerie, he set the container down in his lap, removed a pocket-knife from his belt, and began to cut into the plastic.

“Thank you,” he said with a small smile. “Someone needs to step up when disaster strikes. It might as well be me.” He pulled the plastic apart with his hands and reached inside to free the crab he’d seen struggling from within, untangling it from some sort of plastic mesh before carefully lowering it back into the water.

He kept the litter in his lap, so that he could properly dispose of it later.

“I hate to admit it, but I think I’ve met more people from outside the Shark Clan since the outbreak than I did in all the years before it.” He looked over at the other fae, a sad smile crossing his lips. “Maybe this is all just some wild, divine plan to bring people together.”

[kieranfrell-blog]

Seraphine Shores (Horror AU) || Open

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kieranfrell‌:

Kieran had been amongst the first to head to the shores when the fever had taken Bloomfield. They had always felt safe in the city, well cared for, comfortable. But when the fever swept across the lands and Queen Mab generously welcomed refugees into their safe haven, their sense of safety slipped quickly from their grasp. There was nothing wrong with Her Majesty’s generosity, but when the corpse-like creatures began to infest the city, the refugee plan no longer felt as generous as it did reckless. A half-baked plan, which had put everyone’s lives at risk. 

Soon after the rumours of the infection spreading through the city reached Kieran, they packed their bags. Anything of value went into their bag, glamoured trinkets, jewellery, expensive garments.  Kieran found passage to the shores, which had been rumoured to be wiser about their refugee policy. 

That had been then, now Kieran had spent some time settling in. They didn’t have a skill to offer to the community. All they could offer was what trinkets they had. The only magic they possessed was some low-grade glamour, not enough to glamour trinkets to help trick those who do not possess the Sight. However, Kieran provided whatever they could to those who were capable of stronger magic.

The hot weather certainly wasn’t helping them concentrate, the nights did not offer much in the way of relief. The day was winding to a close, the sun sinking into the ocean, the volunteers patrolling the borders were being relieved by the next group, but the heat had not yet relented. Kieran sat on one of the docks, dipping their toes in the salty water and glaring at the trash bobbing around their toes.

Titus finished his volunteer shift and headed for the docks. He had been one of the first Sharks to move onto a houseboat when the creatures hit Midsummer. It was important to him that he lead by example. Besides, being closer to the ocean was never a bad thing in his eyes.

As he reached the shore, he caught sight of someone dipping their toes in the water. “There’s a drive to pick all that shit out of the sea, you know,” he commented, shoving his hands in the pockets of his shorts as he walked closer to the figure. “You should come along next time. We could always use more pairs of hands.”

With everything that had been going on, a lot of people had begun to neglect their obligations to the environment. It infuriated Titus to no end. Yes, fighting the creatures was important, but they wouldn’t even have a home to defend if it fell prey to pollution while their backs were turned. 

“Where are you from originally?” he asked. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around the docks before.”

[titus-sands]

Name: Titus Sands

Age: 649

Occupation: leader of Seraphine Shore

Growing up, Titus never thought he’d be the leader of any sort of community. Despite having a natural proclivity for giving orders rather than obeying them, all the faerie wanted to do was sail, fish, and swim. Politics did not even cross his mind.

But the ocean he remembered from his childhood was changing. Trash began to wash up on the once-perfect beaches. After saving a struggling turtle from a plastic bag, Titus realised something had to change. And the only way he could think of to change anything, was to do it himself.

He ran for the position of Shark Clan leader the next time elections rolled around, and won the position by a landslide. Apparently many members of the Shark community were also worried about the pollution levels.

He wasted no time setting up a voluntary rota for members of the community to help clean up their beaches. As the tourism industry continued to flourish, locals and visitors alike were encouraged to recycle as much as possible, and Human ‘plastic’ was completely banned.

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When the creatures came for Midsummer, Seraphine Shore was fortunately far enough away that they had time to prepare. After Queen Mab welcomed refugees into Bloomfield and ultimately paid the price, Titus set up a quarantine area on the outskirts of Seraphine, moving his people closer to the ocean to live by the docks or on boats.

Any new arrivals must check in with a heavily-armoured guard before spending one week in the quarantine village. If they still appear to be uninfected when this week is over, only then are they permitted entry to Seraphine itself. So far it has worked well.

Titus himself will sometimes patrol the perimeter of his homeland, armed with his trusty trident. He has also been known to take on the role of guard at the quarantine zone. During a calamity, he is a firm believer that everyone must do their part.