The late spring sun cast a warm glow over the wide, flat plain, its golden rays painting the lush grasses in hues of green. Cadaver, his youthful curiosity aflame, explored the vast expanse with boundless energy. With a narrowed gaze he scanned the horizon while trailing his way through the swaying grass- nose twitching to catch the scents carried by the gentle breeze. As he journeyed further into the expansive flatland, he felt a pull from its openness. With each step, the grass swished and rustled in a peaceful ambience that reflected the essence of the land.
The distant murmur of the river caught his attention, and he followed the sound. The water, clear and inviting, flowed gently through the plain. The soft, silty sand at the river's edge cradled the crystal-clear liquid. A glint of excitement sparked in Cadaver's eyes as he stumbled upon a perfect spot—a wide clearing amidst the prairie. The ground felt firm beneath his paws, and the absence of obstacles promised a perfect arena for a spirited showdown of sorts. His playful demeanor shifted, and a determined gleam replaced the mischief in his gaze.
Cadaver felt a surge of anticipation—this place held the promise of challenge and excitement. With a playful bark that echoed through the stillness of the midday air, Cadaver announced his discovery to the world. He couldn't resist the allure of this arena, a stage set by nature itself. The grasses whispered their approval as he prepared himself, muscles tense with anticipation, hopeful that someone was nearby and willing to answer his invitation.
The boy had erupted from his mother’s den like a bolt of red lightning. Why? No real reason. He just enjoyed being out and about, as all pups would after even a partial understanding of what they were missing out on. New things, new colors. New sights and sounds? Please. Who could resist that? Even after his accident Redrum had grown bolder and bolder, a testament to the resiliency of children. So, as the boy was so much larger than his siblings, romped about the grasslands – he was curious about anything new there was to see.
Just as the crimson coated boy was loping about the grasses, headed toward the river where he had met the little girl called Elara Klein, did a playful bark break the silence between his own inner musings and the quiet sound of the river water rushing over rocks. Red was still for a moment to two, before his face split into a grin and he was off. His oversized puppy paws covering the ground like a bolt of lightning before he found the source of the call. A boy, smaller, of black and white, with golden markings adorning his face and two mismatched eyes. One pink eye, one blue stared back at him as he approached, his crimson striped figure prowled into the arena, a mischievous smile on the vermillion boy’s face as he sized up the younger boy. He did not know this younger pup. So he said as much. “Red does-nt know- y-you yet. Name, have you?” Red struggled to string together his words, the twitching motion of his body as he enunciated each word obvious, though he hoped it would not be.
Redrum speaks in third person, known as illeism.
He deals with neurological issues from head trauma,
Causing disruptions in speech and movement,
Making him appear twitchy, with uncontrollable tics affecting every muscle.
Assume he isn't wearing his skull mask unless specified.
Cadaver's mismatched eyes widened with the prospect of opposition as the crimson-coated pup approached. He bounded forward with enthusiasm, his tail wagging vigorously in anticipation of greeting the new pup. Circling around the much larger Redrum, he couldn't contain his playful energy and let out a series of barks. "Hi there! My name is Cadaver!" he exclaimed, barely able to contain himself. But upon hearing Redrum's unusual voice, he stopped in his tracks and cocked his head to the side. "You talk kinda funny," he remarked straightforwardly, lacking any sense of social tact but making up for it with pure innocence and curiosity.
As Cadaver's gaze met Redrum's, his eyes were drawn to the striking crimson coat that adorned the larger pup. The lush green grasses whispered around them, as if sharing in the anticipation of their encounter. A sense of excitement and playfulness filled Cadaver's body, evident in the subtle shift of his posture. With a twinkle in his eye, he couldn't resist taunting, "Have you come to challenge me!?". His tail swayed like a flag of challenge, inviting Redrum to join him in this newfound playground. There was a certain kind of confidence in his words, reflecting the eagerness of a pup eager to prove his own strength against a new competitor.
The other boy was quick to greet him, bouncing over and being overall loud about his excitement. He introduced himself as Cadaver, and proceeded to comment on Redrum's peculiar speech pattern. This of course earned a sheepish look from the crimson boy, and he cleared his throat as though it would help – which it didn’t – before he responded. “Red- I, y-yes. I do t-alk funn-y.” It was embarrassing for him, insecurity flushing across his face even if the words had been said by a younger boy… it was still true. His mother and some of his siblings had their quirky styles of talking as well, but none of them stuttered like he did. Though he had been told not to let it bother him too much, given the nature of how his speech came to be so disjointed. The head injury.
He decided he would speak less for now, opting to give a simple nod as Cadaver challenged him to engage in some test of strength. He blinked a few times, trying to ease back into a playful spirit, forcing a smile to peel back his lips. Tall ears pinned back, and the boy lowered himself to the ground with his limbs spread apart for weight distribution – or at least that was what the adults called it. “Come.” He barked out, making a mental note to go easy on the younger boy, because he would feel awful guilty if he hurt another child. Children shouldn’t ever be harmed. Not like he was.
Redrum speaks in third person, known as illeism.
He deals with neurological issues from head trauma,
Causing disruptions in speech and movement,
Making him appear twitchy, with uncontrollable tics affecting every muscle.
Assume he isn't wearing his skull mask unless specified.
Cadaver, undaunted by Redrum's idiosyncratic manner of communicating, Cadaver happily greeted the larger pup's nod with an exuberant wag of his tail. His eyes gleamed with a delightful blend of naivety and determination as he eagerly accepted Redrum's unspoken answer to the issued challenge. After mirroring the older wolf's lowered stance, Cadaver brimmed with excitement at the prospect of engaging in a playful bout. Oh, but he was serious. With bared teeth and gleaming eyes, he circled his opponent, testing for weaknesses and strengths the best way he knew how.
With a burst of youthful energy, Cadaver eagerly leapt forward, his playful intentions clear as he aimed to collide with Redrum's side in full force. His movements were agile and swift for a young pup, fueled by the boundless enthusiasm of youth. The grass beneath their paws rustled in response to their impromptu game, as if nature itself acknowledged their playful duel. A sinister smirk twisted Cadaver's lips as he gritted his teeth against the impact. "You're big, but I'm pretty fast!” he taunted, readying himself for the retaliation that he knew was already coming.
"Cadaver Nightwing"
Cadaver vs Redrum for Puppy Spar.
Round 1/2
Age: Under 6 Months
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
Redrum held his ground, allowing the other boy to circle him in search of an opening. The vermillion boy waited, watching, thrill brewing within his golden eyes. He need not wait long, as Cadaver made his move with a dexterity Redrum had not found within his own oafishly large paws. The smaller boy crashed into his side, which earned him a bark of effort to keep himself from losing his balance. There was no way he was going to lose against a younger kid! Spinning to the side, Redrum threw out a forelimb, seeking to smack the chimera boy over the head with a measured amount of strength. He was being careful, while still making sure to hold his own. He was a prince, dang it!
Redrum vs Cadaver for Puppy spar
Round 1/2
Age: Under 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Redrum speaks in third person, known as illeism.
He deals with neurological issues from head trauma,
Causing disruptions in speech and movement,
Making him appear twitchy, with uncontrollable tics affecting every muscle.
Assume he isn't wearing his skull mask unless specified.
Caught off guard by Redrum's swift retaliation, Cadaver felt the impact of the older pup's forelimb against his head. In his own clumsy way, the brutish puppy rolled with the impact- staggering few feet away with the momentum of the older pups counter attack. But as he regained his footing and shook off the brief daze, Cadaver's eyes blazed with ferocity and unbridled determination, ready to retaliate with even more intensity than before- as much as he could on legs he hadn't quite mastered yet.
With a malevolent glint in his mismatched eyes, Cadaver launched himself forward once more, aiming to dart around Redrum's side with lightning speed. The two-toned pup did his best to maneuver behind Redrum, planning to nip at the larger pup's hindquarters. The thrill of the challenge coursed through him, fueling his every action as he pushed his own limits against the more experienced opponent.
"Cadaver Nightwing"
Cadaver vs Redrum for Puppy Spar.
Round 2/2
Age: Under 6 Months
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
Redrum’s smack hit true to the other boy’s head, sending him rolling for a moment – which inwardly freaked the vermillion boy out because he feared having used too much strength; but it was easy to see that Cadaver had done it purposefully, more or less. Locking gazes they each held different emotions within, Cadaver’s was of ferocity, while Redrum’s was of cautious calculation.
A gleam that… felt off appeared in the other pup’s eyes, and he came back at Red with much more force. The playfulness seemed nonexistent, and the crimson boy was hard pressed to keep up with the smaller Cadaver’s speedy movements. Behind him, a sharp bite to his hind, which had Redrum seething. Something he only did with his troublesome brother - Sawbone. He reacted quickly, kicking out a back leg as he spun again to face the boy with mismatched eyes.
Redrum vs Cadaver for Puppy spar
Round 2/2
Age: Under 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Redrum speaks in third person, known as illeism.
He deals with neurological issues from head trauma,
Causing disruptions in speech and movement,
Making him appear twitchy, with uncontrollable tics affecting every muscle.
Assume he isn't wearing his skull mask unless specified.
Cadaver, fueled by determination, launched himself forward with renewed intensity, aiming for another strategic strike. However, Redrum's quick reaction caught him off guard. A well-timed kick from the larger pup sent a sharp pain through Cadaver's hindquarters, momentarily causing him to falter. The unexpected jolt of pain was enough to break through his spirited resolve. Stumbling back, Cadaver winced, his mismatched eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and discomfort. The playful bout had taken an unexpected turn, and the young wolf found himself acknowledging the limits of his current capabilities. Despite the fiery spark still present in his eyes, a sense of understanding swept over him.
With a final playful protest, Cadaver admitted defeat. His usual lively tone was now subdued as he sank down onto the soft grass, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. A genuine smile graced his lips as he looked up at Redrum, who stood victorious over him. "You're really strong, Red. Good job. But I'll have my revenge next time, just you wait." he said, determination shining in his eyes despite his current state of exhaustion. The lush blades of grass whispered gently around them, almost as if they were acknowledging the end of their impromptu sparring match. Though defeated, he couldn't deny the valuable experience gained from facing a more seasoned opponent. With renewed vigor, he gazed out at the vibrant landscape of their shared world, eager to conquer new horizons and challenges that awaited him. Nothing would stand in his way, not even the sting of defeat.
Knight
Hawk-Eyed
