Come a Little Closer
Cryptis
Wandering about the Dancefloor was an easy feat now. With his hesitation in exploring the lands his mother had claimed waning, Redrum was becoming a touch bolder with each passing day. The boy refused to be confined to the den by his own fears, the terror of being hunted like prey again… It simply wouldn’t happen.
The big pup loped about, skirting the tall grasses as he peered within, hoping to not see the tan figure of another cougar lying in wait to taste his blood. No no. It wouldn’t happen. He had to grow big and strong in order to hunt them all down, those horrible cats! Oh. All except Umbra! With golden eyes he scanned around, lifting his skull to the sky in search of any nearby scents. Perhaps there was someone nearby to find! He held hope that there would be..
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.
Cryptis
Princess
Intermediate Healer (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
2 Years
Female
33
Seadragoness
It leaped at them, and she shoved herself between Redrum and it's claws. They raked down her side and she let out a hiss. Panting now with the sheer need to breath.
Redrum's fur bristled as he saw the girl, just a bit bigger than him, bravely yelling to alert him of the lurking danger that he hadn’t even noticed. Again, he had gotten himself into trouble, and this time it wasn’t a huge wolf like Akuma that had come to save him. Anxiety spiked up in his chest, fear and doubt threatening to freeze him in place. But. His mother had taught that all the wolves of Insomnia were family, so when the boy saw this unnamed girl shoot out in the path of the panther, its claws raking her side painfully – he was instantly growling and barking at the attacker. It was all he could think to do.
Baring his needle-like teeth at the feline, which was a brutal reminder of the cougar from before – Redrum sought to distract the cat. He was panicked by the sight of his savior breathing harshly, as though she could not catch her breath. Was something wrong with her lungs? Could he help by splitting the attacker’s focus?
His worries aside, instinct urged him to adopt a defensive stance. He shot her a quick glance, as though assuring her he wasn’t about to be dead weight. He may not have fully understood the dangers of the world, but he knew loyalty when he saw it. And he wanted to mirror it.
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.
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