It's what you know

Enyo felt her muscles beginning to tire, each movement a bit more sluggish than the last. The long, grueling fight had started to take its toll. Her strength was waning as she forced herself to keep pressing. Keep fighting. But if her body faltered, her willpower remained unyielding. She had never known when to quit, and she wasn’t about to start now. Not with Redrum, in such a vulnerable moment as this.

She didn't know precisely what she wanted from him. It felt more than just a fight itself, something deeper, something she couldn't name. But when she looked at him, with his crimson-stained grin and eyes alight with primal hunger, an idea began to form in her mind. A dangerous and tempting idea. She wanted him, wanted to take him in a way that went beyond the violence. She imagined their bodies entangled. Not in a struggle for dominance, but in something innate and consuming. The two of them covered in blood, driven by pure desire.

Her heart skipped a beat, and a flash of heat rose to her cheeks beneath her fur, hot and almost unbearable. She snarled in frustration, shaking her head violently to rid herself of the thought, embarrassed rage bubbled up inside her. No. She couldn’t afford to let herself think like that. Not now. Not ever. She had never found a man who made her want them in such a manner. Especially not while they were still locked in this brutal clash. But despite her resistance, the image lingered the notion of them together like that searing into her mind and refusing to leave.

Redrum’s voice snapped her back into the moment, his words hitting her like a challenge. Daring her to make good on her promises. And she would. She would push him, break him, or let herself be broken in the process. Whatever the outcome was, she knew she would be more than satisfied.

Enyo saw him lunge, the flash of his fangs. The twitching energy forcing his body into motion, and for a heartbeat, she made no move to avoid it. She let him come, let him crash into her, his teeth sinking into her side. The pressure of his jaws sent a shiver down her spine. The pain was sharp, electric, and she reveled in it, her breath coming out in a ragged exhale. She wanted to feel him like this—wanted the intensity of his need, his hunger, wanted it to consume them both. It was only a wound after all.

Her body responded before her mind did, muscles coiling around his, her fangs baring as she snarled into the air. She twisted against him, letting him take her down, letting his weight pin her, her breath hitching as she felt the warmth of his body against hers. It wasn’t surrender more like sneaking pleasure. The pain was starting to feel good. But victory was going to feel even better. She was Dunamis, even in the thrall she was in, she would never forget it. She needed to win. She hungered for it.

She could feel his breath hot against her fur, his muscles twitching with each movement, his maw clamped on her flesh. She snarled, the sound deep and guttural, a voice thick with lust and defiance. "Is that all?" she taunted, her voice coming out a low, ragged growl. Her body twisted beneath his, her legs bunching to force him into her even more.

Her eyes, still blazing with dark, primal desire, met his, and she let her expression soften just for a moment, her lips pulling back into a wicked, knowing grin. "Do it." she rasped, her voice breathless, but there was a promise there, a whisper of something more. Did he get it? Did she even understand what she meant?

She would let him take her. Let him mark her, let him make her bleed. But in return, she would do the same to him. She’d take every ounce of his strength, his rage, and she’d give it right back until there was nothing left. Somewhere beneath the pain, beneath the fight, was something else... something she couldn’t name but wanted to feel. Wanted to experience him alone.

Her fur was soaked now. There was barely any white that wasn't baptized in blood. Slick it was with blood. Fun. She lunged back at him, jaws snapping close to his ear, her breath a hot, ragged snarl. Her entire body was alive.


ENYO vs Redrum for Dominance
Round 2/2
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"