[Shenandoah]

Titus stood on the street corner, a speculative look on his face as he considered the cars buzzing past. Currently, he wore faded blue jeans with the knees ripped out and a tailored flame red button down shirt with short sleeves open in the front to reveal a snug tank top of black cotton. He also wore his favorite cowboy boots in shined black leather and a squared toe. His hair was caught in a long tail that flowed down the center of his back while his amber eyes were shielded by dark aviator sunglasses with polished silver trim.

He was on his way to see one of his many cousins and needed to cross the street in order to get to the diner he was headed for. And the light was certainly not cooperating with him. At least not at this moment.