10-25-2022, 09:48 PM
Whispers and rumors circled a lone hybrid, the callous words ringing loudly in his ears everywhere he turned. There was talk of a strange feline wandering into the group, never speaking and seeming to ignore everyone who spoke to them. The canine had yet to encounter the stranger, spending most of his time skittering around the shadows and constantly watching those who go about their day as if nothing was amiss.
Icarus drifted across the territory, light colored paws dragging the larger form silently across the area. No one ever seemed to noticed the canine, his sister the main attention of the two siblings. Yet Icarus didn't mind, he preferred to stay away from the others, keep to himself and stay quiet. He found no use in creating ties with anyone else, bonds only hurt you in the end as he always says.
His ears pricked forwards at the sounds of cackling, curiosity shot through his veins like poison. The demonic canine shuffled towards the sound, stopping once he reached a bush that was close enough that he could hide in. He lowered his body to the ground, not fully laying but instead crouched as if he was ready to pounce at a moments notice. He listened to the taunts of the group, the scent of blood trickling towards him after some time. His hackles raised as anger bubbled deep inside his chest. How dare they pick on this creature, the serval did nothing to them and yet all they do is sit there and torment the poor feline. It was sickening how cruel this group was to those who were different.
Glowing peach orbs peered out from the bush, able to be seen by anyone who paid close enough attention. A low rumble of a growl vibrated through Icarus' chest, ringing out across the area. He pushed himself up, stepping out of the bush as he drew closer to the group that circled the serval. The demon move to attempt to stand over the serval, if successful he would shield them from the praying eyes of the group, if not he would stand next to the serval. "Do you have nothing better to do with your lives than pick on someone smaller than you?" he snarled out to the leader. His gaze snapped towards the leader of the group, orbs filled with hatred and bubbling anger.
The scars on his back itched with the desire to spread out wings to shield the serval but alas his wings had been stripped from him years ago. Icarus ignored the itch, tail lashing out behind him before raising up with a slight curl. "Honestly it's sickening how little care you have from someone else," he snorted out with venom dripping from his tone.
His attention turned to the serval after that, gaze softening as he peered down at them. "Are you alright?" he would ask gently, completely forgetting about the fact that they had yet to speak. "Do you have a name?" the question would follow shortly after before it finally dawned on him his stupidity. "What am I asking, you don't even speak so how would you tell me," he said before quickly back tracking. "Not that you not speaking isn't wrong or anything it's totally fine," he rushed out as he quickly tried to correct himself. "Here why don't I just call you Hyacinth for now, if you are able to tell me a name in the future then I can call you that name then but for now you are Hyacinth."
Icarus drifted across the territory, light colored paws dragging the larger form silently across the area. No one ever seemed to noticed the canine, his sister the main attention of the two siblings. Yet Icarus didn't mind, he preferred to stay away from the others, keep to himself and stay quiet. He found no use in creating ties with anyone else, bonds only hurt you in the end as he always says.
His ears pricked forwards at the sounds of cackling, curiosity shot through his veins like poison. The demonic canine shuffled towards the sound, stopping once he reached a bush that was close enough that he could hide in. He lowered his body to the ground, not fully laying but instead crouched as if he was ready to pounce at a moments notice. He listened to the taunts of the group, the scent of blood trickling towards him after some time. His hackles raised as anger bubbled deep inside his chest. How dare they pick on this creature, the serval did nothing to them and yet all they do is sit there and torment the poor feline. It was sickening how cruel this group was to those who were different.
Glowing peach orbs peered out from the bush, able to be seen by anyone who paid close enough attention. A low rumble of a growl vibrated through Icarus' chest, ringing out across the area. He pushed himself up, stepping out of the bush as he drew closer to the group that circled the serval. The demon move to attempt to stand over the serval, if successful he would shield them from the praying eyes of the group, if not he would stand next to the serval. "Do you have nothing better to do with your lives than pick on someone smaller than you?" he snarled out to the leader. His gaze snapped towards the leader of the group, orbs filled with hatred and bubbling anger.
The scars on his back itched with the desire to spread out wings to shield the serval but alas his wings had been stripped from him years ago. Icarus ignored the itch, tail lashing out behind him before raising up with a slight curl. "Honestly it's sickening how little care you have from someone else," he snorted out with venom dripping from his tone.
His attention turned to the serval after that, gaze softening as he peered down at them. "Are you alright?" he would ask gently, completely forgetting about the fact that they had yet to speak. "Do you have a name?" the question would follow shortly after before it finally dawned on him his stupidity. "What am I asking, you don't even speak so how would you tell me," he said before quickly back tracking. "Not that you not speaking isn't wrong or anything it's totally fine," he rushed out as he quickly tried to correct himself. "Here why don't I just call you Hyacinth for now, if you are able to tell me a name in the future then I can call you that name then but for now you are Hyacinth."