It's Like Waking Up From a Nightmare

Redrum's eyes narrowed into slits as Ignis’s words lodged in his mind like shards of glass, each one sharpening the razor edge of his anger. The smirk curling on the older wolf’s lips fanned the flames already roaring in his chest. Diablo deserved what was coming—no, he needed to pay, and Redrum wasn’t going to hold back. The scars etched into his face were proof enough of that resolve.

As the air between them thickened with tension, Ignis spoke of belonging, of fathers, and Redrum’s lip curled involuntarily, twitching as it did so, a snarl threatening to rip free. Belong? To him? The very thought made his muscles coil and furiously spasm, his claws gouging the earth beneath him. No one could claim him, not like that—not beyond Medusa. The connection to this so-called father gnawed at him, twisting his insides into a tight knot. Medusa was a constant, a comfort he could rely on. This intruder, this father, was an alien force, dragging Redrum’s volatile emotions to the surface in a torrent of confusion and fury. He would not so easily claim a place within the boy’s life.

As Ignis’s aura darkened, Redrum’s senses honed in with sharp precision. He recognized the shift, the menace seeping from the older wolf like a toxin. Instinctively, his fur bristled, every fiber of his being readying for the inevitable clash. The snarl that finally tore from Redrum’s throat was one of raw, unbridled rage—an animalistic sound as the feline within him, his twisted alter ego, began to rise.

The transformation was gradual but undeniable. His mind started to morph, the instinct to inflict damage and avoid death taking precedence over all else. The feline part of him, a self-defense mechanism honed through trauma and necessity, roared to life, urging him to make Ignis bleed. To hurt. To maim and rend asunder. His bone claw fittings flexed with lethal intent, the desire for blood and flesh becoming an overwhelming need. He needed it now. Now. Now!

There was no hesitation as Ignis lunged. Redrum’s body reacted with a primal reflex, driven by a maelstrom of fury and the desperate need to prove himself. Ignis might have age and experience, but Redrum had his demons too—dark, insidious forces that wouldn’t bow to anyone. As the weight of Ignis crashed into him, Redrum twisted, rolling with the impact, his jaws snapping viciously at Ignis’s exposed side, thirsting for the taste of blood. A screeching hiss escaped Redrum's jaws, his tail lashing at his hocks as he fought his father. But he wasn't truly there. Not really.

The world shrank to the vicious clash of teeth and claws, the scent of blood mixing with the rich scent of earth upturned by claws in brute force. Redrum’s mind was a storm of rage and defiance, an ironclad refusal to be dominated. He would not be subdued, not by this wolf who dared to claim the title of father so easily. To this boy who did not know what a father was.

His teeth sought purchase on Ignis’s ribcage in retaliation, in the bloodlust to tear. The overwhelming need to draw blood, to leave his mark, was all-consuming. This wasn’t just a battle; it was a violent struggle for dominance, a war of wills that Redrum had no intention of losing. His golden eyes blazed with feral intensity - it was a silent vow that he would fight to the bitter end. The beast within him demanded it.


Redrum vs Ignis for Minor Maim (Scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Feline claw fittings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Feline mask
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Merlin Falcon, Male - Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Hawk-Eyed


"Murder"