Even the insane need a home.

Ichoth snarled at the dark beast's threat, his fur bristling. How dare this fool! He wanted an audience with the Queen and not with her bitch. Muscled form hunkered down, paws slightly splayed for balance as he watched Kylar's oversized form preparing for a lunge. Too quickly the other male launched himself forward, directed towards Ichoth's already injured shoulder. Without enough time to dodge the gargantuan male, the smaller canine was thrown off balance and he snarled in pain. Eyes were squeezed shut tight as he tried to absorb the hit, and suddenly his leg was torn from beneath him. Ichoth fell to the ground, Kylar's unrelenting hold on his spine the only thing keeping him from collapsing onto his injured side. "Enough." He spat. "I give." With his ego all but completely shred, the male turned his head the best he could away from his opponent, showing the flesh of his throat in submission. "Please, sire." God, fucking, damnit. Leave it to this asshole to fight dirty and go for my injured leg.