You can’t tell me this guy didn’t make some kind of appearance before Battle City.
He did as a child to kill the dad but I know what ya mean
Look at him not wearing a shirt and getting disapproving side glances from Rishid. I love it! He is so excited and like a god of old, craving that sweet mortal bloodshed~
Marik liked to think himself a fairly simple feline. He enjoyed exploring the outside world, getting into fights, winning said fights, and occasionally snuggling up to an attractive white cat or two. These were all reasonable things to him.
What was unreasonable though was all the effort he put into attempting to charm one feline in particular. That was Bakura. A white fluffy mess that was virtually a perfect killing machine. Maybe not as perfect as himself as he loved to torture his meals before partaking but none the less, Bakura was a killer. The unfair part was that Bakura did not like him and he could not figure out why.
Marik sat near the balcony railings, tail flickering in thought. It was unusual for him to want to be indoors but down below was Bakura. His handsome Bakura… and that disgusting other cat whose name he hadn’t a clue. Enemy would have to do.
Enemy had stupid unruly mane with pointy fringe that only seemed to make his stupid purple eyes stand out more and a purple cape. Clearly he was trying to imitate Marik’s own fashion but did it so badly that it somehow looked okay if Bakura was with him. UGH!
Marik glared down over the edge at the seemingly happy couple with great disgust.
How did this happen?! He brought Bakura an offering! He even proved he was a fine specimen that any feline should be grateful to have around! When all that failed he tried to show his adoration by helping the other groom only to be clawed in the face. HIS FACE! His perfect face…
On the bright side he would have something to remind him of the other when he would lap at his water dish but it was alas bittersweet.
It was then that Enemy looked up as if sensing the hatred from the balcony that Marik realized he had been caught staring again. Bakura turning his head up to stare too at what had disturbed his pathetic choice in affection.
Instinctively the Ishtar hissed showing all his needly teeth. Bakura red eyes judging him. Looking at him as if /he/ were the scum of the earth and not /that/ revolting thing beside him wearing a ridiculous upside down pyramid! He hated that look. Oh how Marik loathed it. That another stole the attention he so desperately craved and needed.
Ears folded back he turned his head away unable to handle the rejection and keep on witnessing the love he wanted giving so freely to someone so undeserving.
Enemy had everything a cat could want. Everything and now more.
The growl in Marik’s throat faded as he padded away from the edge to curled up in a darkened corner by himself. Ears still folded down and tail now wrapped tightly around himself while his traitorous mind edged back to thinking about how happy his Bakura looked with Enemy. It was… Awful.
Yeah. He wanted Bakura to be happy but… why couldn’t he be happy with him? Why did he- why couldn’t he impress the one other that mattered most? If he was so much better than Enemy then… why did he feel like this? Like he was… Like he was nothing.
Hope it’s not too out of cat character and stuff. Just felt like writing weird shit i guess.
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Marik’s bangs keep getting fluffier and more out of control lol
Guess you’ll have to think of more silly plots while pushing things off human tables to hear the pretty noises things make as they break. Or try singing for him?
I am Terra 