The crimson brute moved through the dense willows as the refined hunter that he was, his hulking form weaving through the underbrush with unsettling precision. His breath came shallow, controlled. The scent of a tiger lingering in the area had set his mind ablaze, especially with his mother's new brood wandering about. He couldn't allow it.

It was close. He’d tracked it from the Dancefloor to the Willows, unwilling to let the beast get away with trespassing. His muscles twitched beneath his hide, spasming with each step, the involuntary shivers and jerks in his limbs giving away the intensity he felt. The feline skull mask settled eerily over his face, hollow sockets cast shadows over his golden eyes, making them narrow into predatory slits. From the mask's cheekbones down to its pointed fangs it gave the appearance of a grinning, mockingly macabre fashion statement. Just the way he liked it.

Redrum's claws flexed against the forest floor, their structure adorned with the carved talons of feline bone, sharp and wickedly curved. Of course, only because he sharpened them regularly. They clicked faintly as he walked, so he was careful to keep his toes spread apart for balance and silence. His tail swayed low as he inhaled deeply, taking in the musk of the cat as he tracked it.

Long, sharp ears pinned back as he slowed to a stop, lowering himself into a crouch. Every muscle bunched, ready. He moved in a semi-circle, golden eyes scanning for potential escape routes, but he was growing impatient. His teeth bared in a silent snarl, flashing under his mask as he thought one continuous word.

Mine.

And there it was.

The tiger came into view, its sleek striped body winding down from a willow. It was heading to the lake, most likely for a drink, and Redrum used that to his advantage. He moved when it moved, paused when it paused. Golden eyes locked onto the feline's every movement, calculating, waiting. When he finally unleashed himself, he was an explosion of power and intent. His claws gleamed as he struck out, the bone talons raking through the air and damp ground as he barreled forward with a growl that shook the forest's stillness. The tiger spun, its eyes wide with alarm, but it was too late.

And now he would make it pay.


"Murder"

A GREEK WHO REEKS OF FALSE RIGHTEOUSNESS,

Hades had followed his big brother from the Dancefloor to the Willows, he assumed the brute knew he was near. But he hadn't acknowledged him yet so perhaps not? Either way, Hades stuck close to his brother, trailing behind him in silence. They were tracking something, the scent was different from a wolf but he couldn't place what it was. Either way, he shrugged his shoulders and kept following his brother.

Whatever it was he had no fear of it, he knew Red would make sure nothing too serious happened to him, right? Some may have considered his brother odd, but since he was one of the few he really knew outside of his littermates and family he assumed Redrum was quite normal. Although he was family Hades admired him nonetheless, it didn't matter if his brother twitched or jerked sometimes.

His thoughts broke as he saw Redrum snarl, and then his eyes trailed after his brother's own. And then he saw it, an incredibly large creature, stripped and smelling of feline. He did not know what it was called but he knew that he wanted to see what its blood tasted like. And then he let out a freakish grin as he climbed up the willow tree, bear paws scrapping against the tree bark silently as he crawled through the branches. Hunkered down against them as he crept quietly closer to the cat, watching as his brother got the big cat's attention and began grappling with it.

Hades dropped himself from the tree when he saw a moment to take, landing on the back of the weirdly striped animal. Digging his bear claws into its back as it yowled, and then he bit down. His puppy teeth were sharp even if they were small, they still drew blood. And Hades found he quite enjoyed the taste.

THAT'S WHAT I HATE!