Impress Your Creators

Redrum’s growl rumbled deep in his chest, his golden eyes glinting with approval as he caught the manic laughter spilling from Hades’ maw. The pup’s unhinged delight in the carnage lit a fire in Redrum’s own veins, but it also sharpened his focus. This was no game, no playful tussle in the den. The tiger was still strong, thrashing with killing intent, and one wrong move could send the pup tumbling to a premature end.

Redrum moved with precision honed by experience, his bone-clad claws raking across the tiger’s chest as he gripped it’s throat. The tiger roared in pain with the little breath still in it’s lungs, its back arching violently as it bucked and twisted in a futile attempt to dislodge the young wolf clinging to its spine.

The tiger lunged to the side in an attempt to free itself, its bulk slamming repeatedly against a tree in an attempt to crush its spinal attacker. Redrum hissed violently against the jugular within his maw, a flash of feline instinct driving him forward. With a powerful shove, he collided with the tiger’s chest, his weight knocking it off balance and sparing Hades from the worst of the ongoing impact. His claws sank into its shoulders, holding firm as he shoved it back from the trunk.

The feline’s rage turned to desperation, its tail lashing wildly as it snapped at the air with foamy jaws. Redrum held fast, a feral grin stretching along his muzzle. Enunciated by his Glasgow smile scar. He used all his strength to twist the cat’s body, forcing it to the ground as blood sprayed in a vivid arc from the gorey mess he was making at its throat.

The tiger’s desperation had turned frantic now. It writhed to no avail. And when the tiger’s movements grew sluggish, its strength waning as blood pooled beneath its battered body. Redrum didn’t relent. He felt the beast’s pulse beneath his teeth, hammering against its fate, until finally, it slowed to a stop. But the crimson brute did not release the tiger yet. No, he continued to bite down until his teeth hit the trachea, and only then did he rip away the flesh within his jaws, leaving a gaping hole where the beast’s snarls used to let loose from.

With his fur slick with blood and his breath heaving, he swallowed the chuck of flesh with a shiver running down his already twitching musculature. He turned to Hades, teeth bared and eyes wide with adrenaline.

“Ah,” Redrum said, his tone amused. “Taste for—blood, little one?”

"Murder"