It's what you know

Redrum’s snarl was a guttural rasp, rumbling through his chest as he met her hold. Enyo's force was impressive, but he was a creature born of defiance, of pushing back against anything that sought to restrain him. Her challenge was sweet venom, feeding the fire already blazing in his veins. She might think herself a weapon, but he would ensure she felt the bite of his fangs if she faltered even once.

A low, predatory laugh bubbled from his throat, his golden eyes darkening with wicked delight. “Redrum likes—the fight—in Enyo,” he rasped, his breath ragged but charged with intensity. The collision of their bodies, the friction, was exhilarating. It was a dance of resistance and power, a game of flesh and bone that he couldn’t get enough of. Every bruise, every strain, only fanned the flames of his obsession, igniting his instinctual urge to pursue her fury.

He didn’t give in to the pin, not fully. His limbs twisted violently, back arching as he rolled his shoulders, shifting his weight beneath her grip. Teeth snapped inches from her muzzle, a flash of ivory threatening to break the stalemate. Did she think she could keep him contained? No. Redrum was chaos embodied, a force that broke chains rather than submitting to them. His growl was a dark promise, something primal and untamed.

He pushed back with a sudden surge of strength, seeking to unbalance her. His hind legs flexed sharply, claws digging into the soil for leverage. He wanted to feel her struggle, to savor the way her grip tightened in response to his defiance. It was a heady mix of pain and pleasure, of bloodlust and thrill—a feeling that sent electricity coursing through every nerve.

"Enyo—thinks—she—can hold Redrum?" he snarled, each word punctuated by a violent jerk of his body. Muscles tensed, fur bristling as his head snapped forward, aiming to drive his teeth into the thick ruff of fur at her throat. Not to wound—no, not yet—but to feel her pulse under his bite, to taste the heat of her skin and remind her that he was still very much in this fight.

Their bodies were a blur of movement, a mess of fur and muscle locked in a brutal waltz. His grip tightened, claws seeking purchase against her hide. She wanted his strength? He would give her every ounce of it, every drop of wild fury that roared through his blood. Redrum’s breath hitched, a snarl vibrating from deep within as he twisted beneath her, arching his back to press forward against her, to feel every shift of her form against his, accepting her hold on him as he grinned maniacally.

“More—” he growled, voice thick and low, dripping with the same fevered energy that glinted in his gaze. “Red—will—show—Enyo—more!” He was losing himself to it—the madness of battle, the intoxicating rhythm of give and take. Did she think she could handle it? That she could withstand the storm brewing behind his teeth? He’d ensure she knew just how consuming his hunger was.

With a sudden, savage twist, he jerked his head up, fangs snapping shut just shy of her ear. “Let—Red—tear—y-you—apart,” he whispered, the words a violent vow that left no room for doubt. He didn’t want to just fight her—no, he wanted to unravel her, to break her open and see what lay beneath that fierce exterior. Because if she truly understood him, if she truly mirrored the darkness in his own soul, then this would be just the beginning.

Redrum bucked, a brutal push of his hind legs, seeking to dislodge her even as his jaws clamped onto whatever they could reach. He wanted her closer, wanted her struggling and snapping, wanted to feel every shred of her strength against his own. She wanted all of him? Then she’d better be prepared to take everything—the blood, the rage, the raw, unrelenting force of his will.

“S-see—what—Enyo’s—got!” he snarled, voice ragged, a dark grin splitting his muzzle as he felt her muscles tense beneath him. It was a challenge, a dare, a promise wrapped in violence and the thrill of the hunt.

Redrum vs Enyo for Minor Maim (Scarring)
Round 2/2
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"