Istas was wandering off again. Now that his parents were back from the war he had little to worry about. They had hurt his mother again, and now his father too, but he still had to think about it. It was Ishtar, the alphess of Iromar who had called them to war, but it was because they had hurt his mother that they went to war. Istas was confused on how he felt in that regard, the boy was still to young to cope with such situations, all he knew was it seemed it was all for nothing. His mom and dad were hurt again, blood staining their white fur when they had returned to the pack. He licked his parent’s wounds, saw them in pain again. The pure white boy had a hard time dealing with all of the terrible things the angel pack had done to his parents and his home. He didn’t understand that it was mostly his pack’s fault for the troubles, even when the boy who came had spoke he was still scared. The prince of Diveen had said not to fear, he wanted nothing but peace, but how could he believe him after seeing his mother and father in tatters because of HIS pack.

His pure white, pupil-less eyes stared over the swampy horizon. Istas moved down towards the river that fed into Iromar, crossing the many fallen logs the crossed the river with ease. He was used to this terrain and after his first falling into a swamp experience when he was just a few weeks old, he was not eager to do it again. The ultra fluffy boy looked like a cotton ball moving over the horizon, crossing the rivers and not even getting his dainty paws to dirty. He hated being dirty, he had a flawless white pelt, his whispy furs giving him a ghostly appearance.

He was the self-proclaimed spirit of Iromar, sneaky, invisible in the fogs, he rarely was spotted when he was hiding. His nearly pure white form was not so invisible here; in fact it made him stick out like sore thumb when he wasn’t moving in the snows. While staring off in the distance the boy spotted a giant black form sitting and observing the river he was making his way across. Thinking he could get a closer look the boy started making his way around. What the boy did not take into the account was the thin ice around the area. He heard the crack long before he realized what was going on.

He felt freezing cold water on his paws, and he started to run for the bank, he was not a strong swimmer, he had found that out the first time he had fallen into the swamp and the memory of that time was still there. His paws slipped on the ice as he tried to run away instead leading him to slide. ”Moooom!!!” The little boy screams feeling the freezing cold water start swallowing in his tail end. He could see the bank it was not far, his pupil-less white eyes darted around, he was scared, he knew his brother Wraith and his mom wouldn’t be there to save him this time.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why