It's what you know

She was not like the others. Not yielding to fear. Not submitting to save her flesh. No fear of what he was behind her bright eyes. Her fangs buried in his flesh like searing brands, marking him in return. A way none had ever. Not like this at least. The thought of it — of her wanting this, wanting him to push her further — sent a jolt of brutal desire surging through him. Strange. He felt strange. His muscles twitched uncontrollably beneath her weight, every nerve screaming with a need that bordered on madness. What… was happening? His mind could not begin to comprehend, so instead, he continued to act. That was his way.

A ragged gasp tore from his throat as her weight shifted, trying to drive him down. His breath hitched, uneven and shallow as he fought against the pressure, his spine arching with the strain. Every ounce of him trembled, shuddering beneath her, a visceral display of his inability to remain still, even now. His curse since the attack he experienced as a pup. Even pinned. His body jerked violently, the urge to lash out, to crush and tear, bubbling up like a roiling, uncontainable force.

“Enyo—” he rasped, voice a broken snarl, the syllable shivering out of him in jagged bursts. “Enyo thinks—” His neck twisted, jerking against her grip, every muscle coiling like a snake ready to strike. His gaze locked onto hers, wild and manic, glowing with a fevered hunger that burned hotter than any pain she could inflict. “Enyo—can break—Redrum before—Redrum breaks her?”

His breath stuttered, and then he laughed, a guttural, mangled sound that cracked like a whip in the charged air between them. It was a challenge, a taunt, his bloodied grin twisting into something almost delirious. Good. He wanted her to try. Wanted to see if she could force him down, break him apart, tear him open. His fur stood on end, every muscle quaking as he fought against the instinct to lunge, to snap. More. He needed more.

“Make—Redrum—bleed—?” he snarled, voice splintering into broken syllables, each word punctuated by a wild twitch of his muscles, a sharp, involuntary shudder that wracked his entire frame. “Enyo has. So—make—Redrum feel—it!”

He wanted the pain. Wanted the struggle. Wanted to tear and rend and lose himself in the savage ecstasy of their clash. His grin widened, blood-slick and twisted, a flash of crimson fangs that gleamed beneath the dark, matted fur of his muzzle. His body bucked beneath her now, every muscle convulsing with a desperate, twitching need that he couldn’t control. Ah. What was it? That ache. Too strange. Uncomfortable but burning.

Her eyes, dark and blazing with a hunger that mirrored his own, were a snare he couldn’t look away from. She wanted more. Wanted him to give more. A thrill unlike any other twisted through his gut, feeding into the storm raging beneath his skin. He snarled, a halting, guttural sound that stuttered out in sharp, uneven bursts, every breath hitching, every nerve alight.

And then he lunged, teeth snapping, claws raking the earth as he twisted beneath her, a raw, violent surge of power and fury that sent them both crashing to the ground. Rolling if he could. His breath came in ragged, hitching gasps, his entire frame quivering with the force of his own frenzy, his own desperate, unquenchable hunger.

“Break. Redrum.” he snarled, voice a shattered growl that shook with the weight of his demand. “Or Redrum will break—you.”

Because in this brutal, twisted dance, there were no boundaries, no limits. Only blood. Only pain. Only the raw, searing joy of tearing each other apart.

And he—Redrum—was ravenous for it. Unlike anything else.

Redrum vs Enyo for Dominance
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"