Duskfire Glacier oops!!!

Something had changed in Rye within the past weeks, a spark that lit a monstrous fire in his chest, it burned on pure
ferocity and only waned during times of peace. He didn't give a rats ass about risk or danger, you either do or you don't 

and if you don't, well then you are no better than a coward. He wanted that buck, the dangers no longer outweighed the 

reward, it was the opposite in his twisted brain. Ryes frame of mind had become contorted into something that was near 

unrecognizable to himself and past friends but to others that was just who he was, although he had yet to have a reason 

to show it. However Rye didn't lose himself completely, his more well mannered side still remained but danger was more 

alluring to him. It stoked the fire in his chest, pushing him forward no matter the consequences or outcome. Inner turmoil

 skewed  his mind,  his brain rife with pain and regret but the side affects went unnoticed, often justifying his actions with

 only two words.

'Fuck it' 

Rye scoffed at the females concern and let the buck out of his sight, he looked at her with poorly hidden ill contempt.
"What? Can't handle a little danger?" He challenged her ego, could he stoke her own fire? Deep down he couldn't
blame her caution, she was young and certainly had her head on straight but she ruined his fun, and at the moment that's
all that mattered. Perhaps his manners went out the door after all. Rye spoke up again, "Forget
it." He stated bluntly. 'What use could she be anyhow?'