“Death follows [you] like a shadow.” Darkcaster to Ky owo

  _{“i like to call it a passing fancy.” truth be told, it did more than follow him; death and ky went hand in hand most days. anything to cure that little itch under his skin, that urge to take out his own anger on anything he could get his hands on, and while it sometimes passed… it always came back. something that he never quite understood. not truly at least. “sometimes i can go quite a while with out having blood on my hands.” though, that was rare. very rare.}