the hiss reminded him too much like an angered cat and, if he just spared it the thought, eli could envision flattened ears upon the demon’s head. ridiculous image was tossed aside, eyes rolling, exaggerated tone coloring lofty words, “apologies for dirtying your sacred hand, ky’lar.” name was bitten out in a snarl, tone quickly melting to disgust, to unfiltered hatred ( an emotion he rarely let himself feel, as it meant bloodshed and death ). arms crossed chest and eyebrow cocked, shoulder rolling up into a shrug that was too nonchalant, too casual, words rolling off tongue drenched in sarcasm. “i didn’t realize you were looking out for my well-being.”

    _{there was so much more that the demon could have done besides hiss. so much more, but he chose to do what came naturally. ky was already tense and amplified by wolf’s presence just made things worse. much worse in much reality. “you should watch your tongue,” he said bluntly, not even bothering to hide his distaste for the other. “or maybe you want it to be ripped out.” he didn’t care either way – just as long as he proved a point.}