It's what you know

Redrum’s body responded before his mind could catch up. A tremor rolled through his muscles, one that ran deeper than the usual spasms—this anticipation, pure and raw. His ears twitched at her words, each one sinking into him like a well-aimed strike. The challenge was there, hanging in the air between them, and it felt like fire licking at his skin. His claws flexed deeper into the earth, as though grounding himself before the inevitable clash. Crude woman, but he liked the brutal words spilling from her maw.

Her grin sent a shiver down his spine. A gesture mimicked by the erratic curling of his own lips. She was hungry for the fight, as hungry as he was, and that made his blood hum. Hunter he was, and he wanted nothing more than to test if she was truly a predator herself; or prey to rend. His jaw twitched, this time more violently, his breath hitching as he inhaled her scent—wild, ready, charged with the same electricity that crackled in the space between them. The bitter herbs she had long discarded lingered faintly, but it was the scent of adrenaline, of a warrior preparing for battle—that consumed him. His weight swayed from left to right, perhaps loosening the tension within his joints.

He could hear the blood in his ears, hear the distant shriek of the feline beckoning him forward. Meanwhile, her words—they sank into him like claws. They were things he understood without needing to be taught. They spoke to the part of him that never fit anywhere, never found comfort in peace or pleasantries. Redrum didn’t need to respond, not with words at least. Instead, his body moved, fluid yet jagged in its own way, as though each motion was a struggle to contain something far more dangerous beneath the surface of his blood colored hide.

The air felt thick, heavier with every breath, the promise of violence filling his lungs with each inhale. Redrum’s shoulders rolled back, the motion slow, deliberate, his eyes narrowing to slits as he watched her every move. Her muscular form braced for a fight, and his body responded in kind—his spine arching slightly, fur bristling along his neck and shoulders as the tension in the air became nearly suffocating.

His golden eyes trailed the integrity of her fores before they locked onto hers, and something dark and primal stirred in the depths of his chest. The flicker of a grin ghosted over his lips once again as she assured him she was prepared for whatever he gave her, but it never quite formed as he laughed gruffly instead. Words failed the brute now, so he let his body speak for him, the feral energy rippling beneath his fur like a caged beast, just waiting for the signal to be unleashed. He took a step forward, slow and deliberate, his head dipping low as his long ears flattened against his skull, not out of submission—never— but focus.

Redrum’s lips curled again, this time a low rumble escaping his throat—a growl, but not quite. It was far too animalistic, beyond their current evolution. It was the sound of barely restrained excitement, of the need for blood, for a fight. He tilted his head, the motion slow, deliberate yet again, as though sizing her up in a way that wasn’t just physical. Ah. Words finally came to mind, and he spoke them into existence.

"Does Enyo— look good painted— red?” His voice was low, the pauses in his words more pronounced now as his breath quickened. He didn't need to say more. His muscles twitching and flexing as though waiting for that perfect moment to snap.

No more words. No more hesitation.

With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged, his body moving like a Freight train off its rails. There was no holding back. He didn’t think he could have anyways. The young brute’s gores reached to grapple at her, attempting to crash his chest into her own as he sought purchase with fangs— hoping to snatch the flesh at her jugular.

Redrum vs Enyo 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"