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Icetales blinked a few times, before beaming another small smile. Well, a truly heartwarming thought… if not for the fact that my world is on the brink of war. “I surely would have appreciated her company. She… definitely is a good friend, too.” He narrowed slightly his eyes, before shaking...

Icetales smiled sadly. "Of course she would..." Once the water reached the proper temperature, the Ninetales poured the leaves into the scalding liquid. It was only a matter of letting the chamomille unleash its flavor, so small talk it was. "Well, I sure know I would appreciate all the help I...

Icetales smirked with mirth. “Well, Her Ladyship — the noble Serperior I work for in my homeworld — told me countless of times that the tea I prepare is akin to ‘heavens in liquid form’. A bit of an exaggeration, perhaps, but I reckon that means that it is good.” He walked toward the desk...

Icetales smiled, glad that Ivy was feeling in better spirits. He scrunched his muzzle for a split second, as if focused on something, then he chuckled. “That is right, and Petram told me to send thee some of his ‘invincible energy’, so that thou will be great, mighty and invincible!” He...

Icetales stared blankly as Ivy told him about their conversation, his tails becoming colder and colder each passing second. A thin layer of frost expanded underneath the fox’s feet, dark and glacial like his mood. Why did Cynthian say such things? Was it because of her insecurities or… some...

Icetales’s heart sank as he felt the spectral tears running down his fur and his tails quivered. Oh, the poor Shade… now she was all alone. Slowly, he extended his free paw and held it on her back, patting her gently. He let her unload her pain as his mind worked on something to say. Then, he...

Exhaustion. This is all what Icetales could feel as he took slow steps toward his room, dragging all his tails. It’s like he didn’t even care about them getting dirty anymore — what was a slight inconvenience to the void that was inside his heart? Losing consciousness, then forcing himself to...

“A-and I thank thee for accepting me for who and what I am,” responded Icetales, wiping his face with his rightmost tail. “It has always been… difficult for me to integrate with other folks, thou see? I never felt like I belonged among the nobles, not among the goodmons, and… not among the...

Icetales took a sharp breath and stared at Cynthian. “Of course I am! Blood does not lie, I—” But he couldn’t finish his sentence that the Roselia continued. “I…” Another deep breath. “I… I would help, of course. I cannot just… stay idle if something is hurting! I…” And then, he froze as he...

Icetales grimaced and his free tails swayed erratically. If only he knew… … …Well, he was about to know. “…Sir Cynthian. There is… a reason why I’m not comfortable around daemons, which is also why I always despised Darkwhite and dark sorcery in general.” He took a step back, unraveling his...

Icetales narrowed slightly his eyes. “I shall be absolutely frank with thee here, Sir Cynthian. Indeed, thou art not devoid of fault, as thou started the entire process by allowing that presence to control thee. That was a grave mistake. Howbeit, I am not condemning thee for that, because any...

Silence. Not a single word came out of Icetales' mouth as he listened to the story of Cynthian. He nodded a few times when he felt that Cynthian was on the point of hesitating or breaking down, to let him know that he could continue and he was listening. He had to listen, he had to understand...

Icetales nodded in understanding as he heard Cynthian venting about his own frustrations. By judging the words he was pouring, he clearly needed to let things out. Then, he mentioned their accident of a few days ago... Icetales shook his head, before waving his forepaw to try to reassure...

Icetales hummed for a while to gather his thoughts, before sipping some more tea. His tails quivered and shook of snowflakes. "I have had more pleasant days, I cannot lie. This whole mission," he growled softly, "just a trap of that sirrah. And we still have no clue where Sword... Darkwhite is...

Only a few hours passed since Icetales and Cynthian visited the infirmary. Despite the latter’s explosion in battle, he managed to recover quicker thanks to the timely use of the Reviver Seed (and Icetales theorized that his friend’s mastery of Synthesis was also a factor in making him heal...

No one can help me. Icetales felt his heart squeezing… hard. That hopeless gaze, and those words… why did he feel like he was looking at the reflection of his own soul? ‘Because I’m a lost cause. I am…’ No. No. He couldn’t falter. Not there, not in that moment. Mindful to keep his ice powers...

Icetales blinked once, then he blinked again as he registered the silence that fell as soon as Ivy left. He tilted his head, staring blankly at the door. “Well, this… was quite the encounter.” Ouch! Icetales couldn’t help but feel guilty at being told so, almost as if he should be ashamed that...

“Well, isn’t that a most flashy title,” replied Icetales, staring curiously at the Shade. “So, thou art basically the phantom form of Sir Cynthian’s psyche, hm? Very curious appearance thou took. It sure leaves an indelible memory on anyone who beholds such uniqueness.” ‘And a mind analyst...

'Blood running cold' was a concept that Icetales didn't know, but he believed what he was feeling was very close to that. As soon as the distorted Ultra Shade emerged from the pot, his ears instinctively pinned against his head and his fur stood on end, while a faint mist seeped from his tails...

"Sir Cynthian, thou couldn't have known. Nobody could have predicted the events that were to occur, so dost not blame thyself for allowing thy body to... well, fall dormant and recover from the stress and fatigue." Icetales beamed a small reassuring smile. "I am confident no one will hold this...