Once again, Kuendesha did not sleep with the rest of the Pride, even though tonight she allowed David and Julia to do so. Although Icarus had apologized for losing his cool like that, the damage had been done. She ran away, not wanting to hear another word from Saul's spiritual brother. Icarus would simply have to wait for her to cool off. But, today had been a long day, and Icarus was happy to get some sleep after it was all said and done. He would handle it in the morning. When he opened his eyes again, it was as though he wasn't sleeping. In fact, he felt as if he had been wide awake after a good night's sleep, and was full of energy. More pertinently, he felt something warm and wet on his paw and in his mane. As his vision refocused, he saw something really, really wrong. Lying on the ground in front of him, was the bodies of Tufani and Jamira. He knew it was them, because he remembered exactly what happened on this day. He also knew whose blood this was on his claws and in his mane. He would never be able to forget it as long as he lived.

This was the day tragedy had stricken Jamira's Pride. And it struck in the form of the yellow lion lying in a pool of his own blood. For what it was worth, Icarus had managed to defeat and kill him, giving him the death that he had just visited upon this pride. Blood for blood, yet Jambazi's blood had not eased Icarus's pain, guilt and rage at seeing his new pridesisters perish like they did. Pain, because they had accepted him and Saul into their pride without too much questioning and, for months, they had valued the two young males as though they were born to that pride. Guilt, for not being quick enough to save them and therefore killing the aptly-named criminal in revenge as opposed to killing him in defense of their lives. And finally, there was rage. Outrage at how any self-respecting lion could attack a group of unsuspecting huntresses just trying to survive and feed their cubs. Outrage that this lion had laughed as he killed them.

And, to Icarus's surprise, Jambazi was now laughing, even though he was supposed to be dead. In hindsight, Icarus was happy to hear what he had to say. But, at the time, what he did instead was simply place his paw on the yellow lion's throat, his jugular still pulsating under his bronze mane. "Go ahead. End me." Jambazi said, with no hint of fear that Icarus was expecting to hear. "Enact justice. Just as I have." Icarus stopped, and he now was glad to have done so. "You call what you've done justice?!" Icarus couldn't believe what he had heard, and this was even in remembrance of what he heard some feral lions say as they attempted to attack his birth pride.

Jambazi smiled, and continued speaking his last words. He was dying slowly and in pain as it was, so Icarus actually heard him out. "Now Caesar knows what it means to lose everyone that he cares about. Everyone that he swore to protect, but was unable to due to the cowardly actions of another. I would have liked to have killed that waste of life, but when he comes back to see his pride strewn about, to see what it means to have it all stolen away, and not being able to do anything about it; justice shall be served then." Jambazi had finished speaking, and closed his eyes, signaling to Icarus that he was ready and waiting for the finishing blow. A blow that Icarus no longer wanted to deliver, but did so anyway. He had hoped that this rogue was simply trying to buy himself some mercy, and kept hoping that as he cut the dying lion's jugular. He kept hoping that what the yellow lion had just said wasn't the truth, even as he mourned alongside the grieving cubs, grief borne of losing their mothers.

Oh, how hope was a taunting concept, because later, Icarus had saw Saul and Caesar bringing back a buffalo. A buffalo that would have been the pride's dinner, if not for what Icarus was about to tell them. "Saul, Caesar. I have some news." Icarus more stammered out than said. He looked down, not quite sure if he was ready to relay or not. "Well? Spit it out!" Caesar demanded, though he backed down a bit when Saul glowered at him. Icarus found his ability to deliver the news. "Earlier this morning, while you two were hunting, a rogue by the name of Jambazi had snuck into the den and murdered the Pride whilst I was away with the cubs. I… was unable to save them." Icarus finished the deliverance, and had to fight back tears. Tears of sadness and guilt at first, but soon they became tears of anger and rage. Caesar's response had been the catalyst.

"Good. That worked itself out." All went silent, or seemed to. Saul had noticed the spark in Icarus's purple eyes, and it wasn't from the tears. "What? What did you just say?" He asked, calmly yet the breaking point was practically visible. Caesar merely explained. "I was just about to tell that cheating whore that she and those basic bitches she called her pridesisters had to leave today. I've found a loyal pride, and as far as I'm concerned they are no longer worthy of sleeping in my den. But since Jambazi did me a solid and took out the trash, I should thank him." Icarus couldn't believe what he just heard, though he could now understand why Caesar had suddenly become so distrustful of Jamira, even though she and her lionesses were perhaps some of best and kindest lionesses around. But before he could stop himself, Saul asked the question Icarus had been thinking.

"Who is Jambazi?" Yes, what was Jambazi to you? And why was he hell-bent on hurting you in any possible way he could? Icarus thought, and then regretted Caesar's answer. "Just the son of some disobedient slut, a weakling male just like his father. His mom thought she was too good for me, and that she was going to learn the meaning of the word 'no'. How sudden, considering she was saying yes to every other male that walked her way. I showed her, though. And her dumbass pride for thinking they were going to somehow step up to a lion like me." He ended that with a mocking laugh, and that was the point where Icarus roared in rage. He hadn't realized that he had attacked Caesar so suddenly; his claws had unsheathed and his teeth were tearing through the red mane before he had realized he was doing it. It didn't matter to Icarus that Caesar was the better fighter; right now he was as much of a killer and troublemaker as Caesar was and Caesar realized that all too soon.

He was trying to retreat in short order, unable to gain the advantage during Icarus's attack. He couldn't dodge fast enough, or block effectively enough, to stop the normally calm and level-headed dark lion from turning him into a scratching post. Before Icarus could register that he was assaulting the remorseless lion, he was no longer swinging and slicing at flesh but instead looking at a fleeing lion, one who was just barely outrunning his attacker. That is, until Caesar jumped over a ravine that Icarus, in his blind rage, realized would be too dangerous for him attempt. As it was, Caesar barely made it to the other side with out taking a fatal plunge himself. Seeing the unrepentant thug escape, Icarus calmed down and settled for having exposed the coward's true colors at that moment.

As the world flashed white, Icarus could just barely make out the shocked, yet proud, expression on Saul's face.