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IKAROS
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❝ INFO ❞ So this is where his thief fled to. He'd had his suspicions she was with a clan when her tracks led him away from the upwalker dens and into the forest, but there'd been a chance she was a loner. Or a very smart thief trying to throw him off. That could still be true, but he has enough dignity to hope he hasn't been outwitted by a child— though not with as much confidence as he'd like. Ikaros has met one or two crafty, impish little creatures who may or may not have ran circles around him and his meters-wide tender spot for the vulnerable and helpless. Those are stomach-twisting, embarrassing memories that keep him humble after the sun's led down the horizon.
For his own sake and his pride's, may he find that thief here after all.
He could, in theory, cross through without announcing himself to the local clan cats. He could also, in theory, completely lose his opportunity to find his thief after taking a few thrashings. Ikaros has gambled with his safety before, time and time again, but to avoid completely fucking his shot at recovering sentimental property,, he'll try this the diplomatic way for once.
Too restless to sit, he stands, shifting his weight and watching the branches above teeming with birds. He doesn't envy them their beady little eyes, but their music has always comforted him. They sang to a young Ikaros more than his mother was able, and unbidden, a hum rumbles deep in his chest as he waits.
//he's here looking for @sparrowpaw but there's no need to wait before posting!
For his own sake and his pride's, may he find that thief here after all.
He could, in theory, cross through without announcing himself to the local clan cats. He could also, in theory, completely lose his opportunity to find his thief after taking a few thrashings. Ikaros has gambled with his safety before, time and time again, but to avoid completely fucking his shot at recovering sentimental property,, he'll try this the diplomatic way for once.
Too restless to sit, he stands, shifting his weight and watching the branches above teeming with birds. He doesn't envy them their beady little eyes, but their music has always comforted him. They sang to a young Ikaros more than his mother was able, and unbidden, a hum rumbles deep in his chest as he waits.
//he's here looking for @sparrowpaw but there's no need to wait before posting!