IT WAS no secret that Marrick and Ky’lar were never going to get along. The two hated each other – depsised was probably a more adapt word to use and if the hound was honest. He’d much rather see Ky’lar BURN than be forced to work with him. And it’s why when the opportunity presents itself he can’t help but dig the knife into the others flesh.
Their fights were numerous and never ENDING and the same with their constant arguments. It was who they were and simply a statement of how they should never work together. An eyebrow raises as he watches the other fall against the wall. Amusement colouring his blue eyes as his head shakes
the moment he stopped lying, would be the moment he would have been DEAD. if not that, close enough to the point where it would quite honestly count.
not to say that he DIDN’T have a death wish, he did, and everyone around him knew it. sometimes, he was able to avoid taking action on it, but today, it was of those rare days that he just didn’t care. nor, would he admit just how badly it hurt ( least of all to marrick ).
“you would like that, wouldn’t you? for me to finally admit that you did something right for once.” ky’lar couldn’t help, but ROLL his eyes at that idea, “it’s nothing. you should know it takes more than that to take me down.”
Hellfirebound 