Animal instincts
Redrum and Reaper
Reaper also ALWAYS smells of dead, rotten, corpses. He rolls in them daily to preserve his signature scent.
Reaper's voice claim is Stolas from Helluva Boss.
Mae Torres may enter any of Reaper's threads at any given time.
Despite his new status as heir, and his mothers recent lessons, Redrum still found time to go out and explore. At the very least, to scope out new hunting grounds and challenges. So the vermillion wolf was skulking about like usual, golden eyes focused on tracks and the subtle signs of prey – when he was actually taken by surprise upon his approach of the river running through the valley.
Redrum's eyes caught sight of the newcomer at the river's edge before he heard his voice. His initial wariness gave way to curiosity as he approached, his red fur quite the contrast against the yellow hues of the dying grass. He paused a short distance away, watching the stranger sit and regard him.
“Greetings,” The young brute said, his voice rough but not unfriendly. He dipped his head slightly, mimicking the gesture. “Fine… day? Yes-?” The words fell in choppy twitches from his jaw, peeking up at the sky as he tried to surmise the worth of a fine day.
Redrum sat down on his haunches, his breath mingling with the cold air to form small clouds, just like the strangers. He offered a slight smile, though it was more a baring of teeth than a grin. What was it with strangers and sudden conversation?
Redrum speaks in third person, known as illeism.
He deals with neurological issues from head trauma,
Causing disruptions in speech and movement,
Making him appear twitchy, with uncontrollable tics affecting every muscle.
Assume he isn't wearing his skull mask unless specified.