Never be whole again // joining

STILL LATELY I BEGIN TO SHAKE

After the run-in with Zuriela, Boy had found an extra bit of energy that kept him going. He had to find Icarus, though after he did, he might end up trying to find Zuriela again to make sure she was okay. The oriental kitten stepped into the sodden swamp, scrunching his nose at the feeling and smell of the swamp seeping into his fur and toes and skin. It really didn't feel good.

His grey eyes looked around, trying to find a low branch to dry off on. Upon finding one, he leapt up and tried to scale the tree, only to fail and flounder onto the ground, covering himself in muck. With a half-hearted yowl of disapproval, he sat up and looked at himself. Boy really wasn't going to like the swamp, was he?

FOR NO REASON AT ALL!

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things were just all sorts of hectic at this point. So it would come to no surprise to him if life decided to throw one more puzzle piece in the mix of this mess.

Icarus started out his morning by waking up from a nightmare, his body trembling as he stepped out his door in hopes of easing the tension with fresh air. It helped some, walking through the territory and enjoying the relaxing quiet. But it was quickly disrupted by a yowl, sending curiosity raving through his veins. The half demon made his way towards the noise, stepping into the clearing with tension in his joints. But it quickly flooded away when he saw his nephew standing before him. ”Boy?”