Anger... that's all the that wolf hybrid had felt for days now. It started sometime after stumbling across Hyacinth, the thought of how cruel that group was being seemed to set something off in Icarus. Now it seemed like every small thing seemed to tick him off. He was walking on eggshells with his own mind.

The anger bubbled and raged deep inside his chest, his veins flowing with a demonic blood that seethed beneath the surface. Icarus seemed innocently unaware of what was happening to him, the only thoughts that were raging through his gentle mind was that he was broken or that something was wrong. But did he go to anyone about it? No of course not, he wasn't meant to seek others out for help he had to deal with this alone as he always had.

He traveled through the groups territory with no real destination in mind. Each step he took seemed to be pure agony as his veins felt as if they were on fire. A soft whine slipped from his maw as he stumbled forwards, tripping over his paws and falling to the ground. With a huff Icarus pushed himself back up, dragging himself off in a mindless direction once more.

Soft whines and growls continue to drip from his muzzle, ears pinned back while his head tilted towards the ground and the fur atop his head hid his gaze from view. His motions seemed almost robotic, as if his brain had some mission yet forgot to relay the message to everyone else other than "just keep moving."

A single ear swiveled in the direction of a familiar voice. It took some time but the dragging paws finally ceased their movements and the canine came to a stop. But he did not move anymore than that, his head was still tucked and his tail lowered to the ground as it dragged behind him. Finally..Finally his head lifted and turned towards Kold, the fur atop his head falling away in strands. His orbs peered her down when he finally looked up.

His eyes. They were not the normal loving and gentle ones the other may be used to. No these were unseeing and harsh in their gaze. And no longer did they hold the warm peach but instead they were back as night, the color taking over his entire eye and leaving nothing to peek through. The soft whines he made before no longer tumbled out, now his chest vibrated with deep growls that steadily fell from his muzzle. He took a step towards Kold, head lowering a bit as his lips curled back in a snarl.

His thoughtless body followed after Kold, drawing ever so closer to her. His gaze was ever so cold as he stared down his sister, her pleas for him to stop falling on deaf ears. Black filled his maw before spilling over, dripping onto the ground beneath him. Finally he seemed to snap, his maw ripped apart as a loud snarl ripped itself out. Even more of the black blood like substance fell onto the ground, leaving a small puddle underneath him.

Icarus was gone. Anyone with a braincell could see that the he was no longer occupying his brain. But who was this that stood in his spot? Who was this monster that now resided in his place? No outsider could give you an answer to those questions, no one truly knew except for two people. The two who stood here now, the sister who carried so much on her shoulders and the brother who had been dealt a loosing hand by life herself.

Swift paws stepped closer and closer to Kold even as she lowered herself. “Nescio vos” he spoke, voice low and void of emotion. Lips curled back to release another low growl, gaze staring down the sister that was in front of him. The scars on his back itched with the desire to stretch out wings, wings that were no longer there.

Icarus pulled back, lowering his body to the ground before pushing himself forward and lunging towards Kold. He landed right in front of her, his head lowering down close to hers so he could whisper in her ear. “Cari non utamur, nam surdis auribus utamur.”

A snarl ripped from his throat while his jaws tore apart before snapping shut next to Kold. He pulled away from her, stalking off in the other direction before stopping and turning back around. “Minime! Minime! Minime! Non sum Icarus!” he roared out while shaking his head. He harshly turned back around, body tense with bubbling anger.

Dark orbs stared at the ground before fluttering close tightly and head lowering to the ground. The itch in his scars grew stronger, leaving him to pin his ears back as another growl rumbled in his chest. The only black substance continued to drip from his muzzle and pool onto the ground, but it didn’t seem to bother Icarus. “Mortuus est! Mortuus est! Icarus non est amplius!”