Although a killer, he was not one who believed in the death of females, no matter how bloody insane they were. After watching his mother die mercilessly at the hands of his very father, he did not wish to partake in such disgusting sacrifices. Which is why, when the girl had foolishly attacked him, he had released her, sparing her life. The beast had backed away, avoiding that vicious snapping of her small jaws. Crystal eyes narrow, ears flattening as he wacthes her throw that tantrum silently. At his brother's words, his aud casually flicks to him as if simply dismissing the phrase. He would not speak for a moment, instead, Malikye would think this through. She was crazy, that much was true. Why the male always picked the crazy ones, well, he didn't know. She hadn't seemed crazy at first but then she randomly started lunging for his damned throat. What had impulsed her to do such a thing? Well Malikye was a demeaning bastard, perhaps his forwarness had frightened her.

Her vicious parade of words cause him to return to the now, lips curling back to reveal a vicious snarl. She was the first female to ever ask bluntly for a death that Malikye actually was beginning to feel led to give her. It is then that massive footfalls of another catch his attention. He turns slowly, a shadow falling upon his massive form as his ice gaze finds itself locking onto an even bigger form of another male. The hell was all of this? He can feel the girl begin to pace, hear the snapping of her jaws as she attempts to frighten them or something like that but his attention his on the big brute standing nearest to Faelon. Obviously, the girl does not know this male but it didn't matter for Mal did not know who was this creature's target. He snarls, hackles raising like swords as his muscles tense. "well, well, well, what do we have here?" His low chords came out in a deep growl, ears flicking back to lay upon his thick cranium. "didn't you know this is a invite only party?"

This wasn't a party at all. In fact, this was a weird meeting gone wrong. He hadn't planned for any sort of fights to happen here, hadn't known some crazy wench would attempt to kill him and had absolutely no idea that an even crazier male would join the already messed up trio. He can feel his brother standing beside him, feel the heat radiate off of his twin's fur. Either this would end horribly or end horribly, there really was no good to this. If they all lived, well then, they wouldn't be friends.

ooc: sorry its horrible, :/ there is a fly in my house buzzing and distracting meee D; its snackeh's fault.


"hear my battle cry."