Impress Your Creators

Redrum turned his bloodied muzzle toward Hades, his golden eyes gleaming with predatory pride as the young pup bounded toward him. The boy’s excitement radiated past his small stature, his every step dripping with the energy of a creature discovering a darker part of itself. Redrum tilted his head slightly, his scarred grin curling wider as he surveyed Hades’ gore-covered form. A Cheshire grin, inherited from their mother.

"Fun, hm?" Redrum rasped, his voice halting but filled with an approving growl. "Hades. Blood sings, doesn’t—it? Fills our—veins, burns like—fire.” It beat in their ears, it set their limbs ablaze, made their vision go red. Did the pup understand?

He stepped closer, the tension in his muscles pulsing like a living thing under his hide, as he nudged Hades with his shoulder. The gesture was rough, jarring, but it was the only way Redrum knew to convey his satisfaction. “Redrum is—happy Hades enjoyed—himself.” he said, his golden gaze narrowing, attempting to read the gleam in Hades' eyes. He could read prey, predators, but other wolves challenged him.

The red brute chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that vibrated deep in his chest. He lowered his head slightly, his blood-streaked nares brushing Hades’ forehead as his tone softened, though it lost none of its intensity. Rather, his tone grew even more halting as a growl lined the edges of his words. “Hades did—good. Held—on tight. Fought—well. Mighty.” he said with rare, genuine pride infused with amusement before straightening and tossing a glance back at the carcass. “And yes—again." His grin returned, sharp and wicked. "There’s always more—blood to spill.”

He nudged Hades again, this time with a feral sort of playfulness. “Take a—spoil. What speaks—to Hades. A trophy.” But what would the boy choose?

"Murder"