::Insatable, inexhaustable, Icewing flew. He refused to fight his mother, but the darkness was in total control. A mere day before, and he had escaped his father's prison. He had injured his father in the process, though he had not meant to. But Icewing was no longer Icewing. He was darkness itself given life and a shape. He circled around and found where his mother slept. He was not hunting her, but watching her. He made sure to stay downwind so she would not smell him. His mother was smart, but with the darkness on his side, he was smarter, and stronger as well. But even in his present state, there was enough of Icewing left so that he would not allow any evil to befall his sleeping mother.::

::he was not the hunted, but the hunter. yet he was not hunting his mother, he was watching over her. This was wyvern territory, and though the darkness flowed through him, he was ever protective of his mother.::

::amoust the trees he slid, fluid and graceful, keeping a close eye upon his mother as she searched for him. Upon nearing the clearing, he let out a warning hiss that reverbarated throughout the woods, seeming to come from everywhere at once.:: Why doth thou seek me, foolish woman' ::The voice was not quite his own, nor were his actions.:: The wise would turn back now, afore wyverns make a meal of you.