Walker Family Adopts

Damaged is a good way to describe Icarus Walker. Much like his namesake, the innocent, eager boy fled from the pack ruled by his parents early in his life.. and his naive pride was his downfall. The world was nothing like he expected - instead, it was riddled with danger and uncertainty, so different from the safety of his home. Not entirely unlike many of his family members, he is not perfectly sound of mind. He is haunted by fears that are entirely unfounded. Shadows are his enemy, and each sound is of an enemy coming to harm him - his fears can vary from mere paranoia, to full-blown terror.  

His fears, luckily, do not define him totally.. just mostly. Generally, Icarus tries to be easy-going and friendly. It is difficult for him to trust another, and it is rare to find him fully relaxed. He is generally anxious and skittish, though he has a truly kind heart. He has a deep craving for companionship of any form and will likely attach himself to those who show genuine kindness toward him.

One of his interests is healing, one of the few things that he can focus on without debilitating anxiety. Though insecure about his craft, he is still learning, and intends to learn as much as he can to keep himself healthy and alive. Despite his mental state, he has a strong will to survive - and though he is not always aware that his fears are largely unfounded, he does have occasional moments of clarity.

He was born to Arrow and Terrik Walker, in a pack run by the two. His early life was relatively simple and peaceful, though he was slightly sheltered as he was an only child. He decided to leave his parents' pack when he was just a child, little under a yearling, and was unprepared for the real world. He has been wandering ever since, with no real purpose, trying to survive on his own and hoping to reunite some of the family he hasn't seen since he was a child.

The silence that surrounded Icarus truly was deafening. Despite the quiet of the world around him, his mind was anything but. He could hear the pounding of blood between his ears, roaring like the sound of an ocean wave. Each loud boom was more painful than the last, sending a flash of white light to obscure his vision, and he winced at the feeling. Softly he would begin to hum as he moved, a soft note rising up from within his throat, with each step that he took.

Soft lilac gaze would dart around him as he examined the forest he was treading in. He had not been here before. The sounds and the sights were terrifyingly unfamiliar, and his gait was cautious as he moved with painstaking carefulness. Each step could've very been a mile, by how mentally exhausted he grew by the second. The newness of this place was almost nauseating, and he swore the world had begun to tilt and sway around him. His humming would grow slightly louder, now audible if anyone was nearby, a gentle sound that held no real tune. The sound would calm the pale-furred man's soul as he crept onward into the unknown.