It's what you know

Enyo felt the white-hot sting as Redrum's fangs tore into her shoulder, the sharp pain blossoming into something far more complex. A mingling of rage, satisfaction, and an unexpected thrill. Her blood surged at the feeling, seeping past his jaws, and her body responded in kind, muscles rippling beneath her fur. The rawness of his bite, the ferocity that twisted his body into a frenzied blur of motion, made her pulse quicken. He looked almost bestial, the way his eyes darkened with fury, the trembling twitch of his muscles as he fought beneath her. There was nothing calculated or measured. Only instinct, raw and pure, and to Enyo, it was intoxicating.

He would scar Enyo as his mother did before him. This Mortem family. How deadly they were. How worthy they all proved to be.

She knew she should've hated him for it. For the pain, but instead, the sight of him like this stirred something deep within her. She met his gaze, her own eyes wide and dark, the look of pure, feral lust consuming them. His struggle, his savage hunger, the way he craved her blood. It was beautiful. And she wanted it all. She was no stranger to violence, but this...this was different. There was an intimacy to it, a rawness that spoke to the very core of who she was. Many wanted her body, and only women had the pleasure of having it. However, no one had ever demanded of her this way. None of them had allowed her to just fully unleash this side and meet it with such understanding.

Her lips curled into a grin, a breathless snarl vibrating through her chest, eyes narrowing with both challenge and desire. She could feel his body thrumming beneath hers, his muscles taut, twitching, straining for release. She wanted to meet that energy, to match it. to surpass it. Redrum’s animalistic state only fueled her own, and she could feel her desire for him grow. An insatiable need to test him, to push him, to see how far he could go before one of them snapped.

She could see his broken grin, the way his lips pulled back to reveal blood-stained fangs, and something dark twisted within her once more. A thrill, a pleasure that she had never found in anyone else. There was a fire between them, one that could only be stoked by pain and fury, and she craved it like nothing else. Her eyes locked onto his, her gaze smoldering, a look of pure hunger that had nothing to do with their fight.

“Yes, Redrum,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, but laced with intent. “Make me bleed. Show me everything you’ve got.” His blood dripped onto her, painting her red. Her wounded shoulder blossomed into a crimson flower. Painting her more and more red. What a wonderful feeling.

Her fangs sank deeper into his neck, her hold tightening as she twisted her body, using the strength in her limbs to force him down even further. She reveled in the way his body jerked beneath her, the uncontrolled spasms that spoke of a power barely contained. The pain in her shoulder was a constant, reminder of his power, and it drove her to fight harder, to keep pressing until he had nothing left to give. She would not be bested by a man.

The warmth of their mingling blood, the bruises that were already beginning to form. It was all part of the dance, that she loved more than anything. Enyo let her claws rake against his side, feeling his flesh yield beneath her, her grip tightening as she forced him into the dirt. Her gaze bore into his, the look of lust and violence clear in her expression. She was aroused by his strength, by his resistance, by the way he met her every challenge and threw it right back at her. She was confused partially, but at that moment she didn't care.

Her breath came out in short, ragged bursts, her body pressing harder against his, her muscles coiled and ready to spring at any moment. She wanted him to fight, to struggle, to keep coming at her until there was nothing left but the two of them, locked in this vicious embrace. She did just meet him but she did love him like this. Or at least love the beast within, how it brought her own. This fight was perhaps one of the most passionate things she had ever experienced. So different. So intimate in an odd way.

Enyo’s jaws loosened slightly, enough for her to pull back and meet his gaze once more. Her tongue flicked out, tasting his blood, her eyes dark and hungry, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Make me bleed?" she growled, her voice a low, sultry purr. Her breath was heavy as she tried to find the air to continue "Then do it. But know this- I will keep coming for you, Redrum. Again and again, until one of us breaks."

She shifted her weight, her muscles rippling as she tried to force him onto his back. She looked down at him, her gaze filled with desire, her breath hot and heavy as she pressed her body against his, her claws digging into his shoulders. Her voice ragged with both lust and challenge. "I want to meet you like this again. I want to feel your strength, your hunger, your rage." It was the most fun she had in ages. One of the few cathartic moments she was blessed with.

And with that, she lunged, her teeth snapping shut just shy of his throat, her eyes blazing with intent. She wanted more of him. More. More. More. Wanted to feel his every movement, his every breath, wanted to see how far he would go, how much he would give. More. She wanted him to push her, to fight her, to make her bleed. And she would do the same to him, over and over, until there was nothing left but the two of them, locked in this eternal, brutal dance. Until their bodies collapsed.

Enyo let out a snarling laugh, her voice thick with excitement. "Keep going Red!" And she meant every word, her body coiled and ready, her gaze locked on his, her heart pounding with the thrill of it all. This was her love. A love forged in violence, in blood, in the clash of strength and will. And she wanted nothing more than to see where it would take them next.


ENYO vs Redrum for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Novice Hunter
Specialty: none

"SPEECH"