[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]"Wow, I wish I could smell like it can," Icarus commented on Connie's answer. He tried to be careful with how he worded things, but eventually gave up- there was really no way he could put it that didn't sound at least a bit silly. But hey, he didn't care.
All of the childrens' words brought joy and nostalgia to the wolfdog. Icarus certainly missed his youth. That wasn't to say he was old- in fact, he was only 2 years old himself, still pretty young if you thought about it. But being able to be careless like those kids could, to still have a sense of limitless imagination, that was what made childhood special.
"Here, it can wear this for a bit," the canine finally states, unhooking his cape from its spot on his back and latching it around the snowman. Admittedly, it was a bit difficult when you didn't have opposable thumbs, but finally he managed to get the cape on there well. He'd caught the way that Derrin had been looking at his cape and had felt a strange, big-brother-y feeling. But it was good, too. It again reminded him of his siblings, playing back at the cabin where they used to live. Dang, he missed those days.
"But I need that back, so make sure it doesn't steal it!"
Seeing Scott, Icarus's smile faltered. He hadn't meant it to, but the state that the guy was in was just... pitiful. He couldn't imagine losing a limb, or the pain that ensued that kind of physical trauma, but it couldn't have been good. The wolfdog cast his gaze somewhere else quickly- the snowman was where he looked now.
That was when he was hit in the face with a snowball.
Was that the second time today? He didn't remember, nor did he care. Icarus snapped his head to attention, trying to find his attacker. When he spotted Mothnose, the canine grinned and let a snowball rip in her direction. Hopefully it wouldn't hit her too hard- that'd been a worry that he'd run into quite a bit lately.
[spoiler=info — updated 12/12]GENERAL:
★ ICARUS | IKE | TRIGENDER
★ homoromantic homosexual
★ 24 months physically | 1000+ months spiritually
★ member of westeros and darkclan | overambitious hothead
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ he does almost anything to get to the top
★ he / they / it pronouns
★ will stop at nothing to feel the sensation of flight
★ can be manipulative, but he regrets it later
★ bpd-coded (if i misrepresent any aspect of this illness, please tell me and i'll fix it!)
★ can't remember 5 months of his life (from about 3 months before joining)
RECENT EVENTS:
★ joined westeros and darkclan
★ forgot 5 months of his life
★
PHYSICAL:
★ WOLFDOG [birth] | health: 100%
— icarus is a brownish-tan wolfdog with piercing green eyes. his fur is always well kept.
— wears a pale cloak and a golden laurel
— click here for reference
— major injuries: n/a
— minor injuries: n/a
RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single | ½ of nothing yet
★ ?? x ?? | Gen. 1
★ No known siblings
INTERACTION:
★ will probably challenge u to a battle of wits (and lose)
★ physically difficult | mentally hard
★ if attacked, he'll attack back fiercely
★ attack in bold white
★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions