He reached for the sun...and then he fell || Kold

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.”