Private Blood Will Flow

[Redd]

THE RED DEMON
Locations: Korriban, Deep in the underbelly where the criminals go to fight in arenas.
Tags: Darth Sephi

The red wolf felt the familiar dirt of arena sand, shift underneath her paws as her large frame shifted ever so slightly while her head turned to follow the movements of her current aggressor. He was dressed in simple clothing while holding an assault rifle in his hands. His smug expression told her everything that she needed to know. He thought that just because he held an automatic weapon, it meant that he would more than likely kill her before she could even get close to him. A mistake on his part and even she could sense that he had no connection with the force, the force which flowed through the wolf known on Myrkr as The Red Demon. Most tended to underestimate the wolf, as they saw nothing but an animal that they had thought had been given a nickname for entertainment’s sake. However, she had been given the nickname because she killed any and all without discrimination.

So why wasn’t Redd still on Myrkr wandering the forested planet freely? Because family had intervened, had pulled the wounded human half out of the dark recesses of the wolf’s mind and convinced them to return to a world that had birthed only more loss for her. She carried that loss, that grief upon her own shoulders, which only caused her more inner turmoil and pain. Such pain only gave rise to a ferocious anger within herself and she directed that anger into the deaths that she had wrought within this very blood soaked arena. Oh she had taken a hit earlier in the night where a knife had grazed her right, front leg, but the blood had only matted her fur and her will to fight was much stronger than the physical sense of pain. For there was no physical pain that could pull the blood crazed wolf from its thirst for blood.

The rules? There was none. It was up to the competitors and everyone knew before they entered the arena, that The Red Demon had chosen to kill its opponents. It would show no mercy and the golden eyes of the quiet and still beast, stared at its current opponent while she waited for the announcer to say go.

’Now ladies and gentlemen! The Red Demon has specifically said that it wishes for all credits she earns from each fight, to be put into a pile and collected by the one who finally beats her! Crazy? Maybe! But I can tell you now, the winner will take home a very big fat check tonight if they can finally beat this one! I have to say though folks, it’s starting to look impossible!’ He said as she flicked an ear back in quiet annoyance. He talks too much, she thought to herself, but all the same he had let her continue to fight. Had let her continue to kill and slaughter within his arena, but she figured that he must also be making a mighty fine profit himself. So she waited, while continuing to pull upon the force and direct the energies into her paws. An edge that would give her an advantage against an assault rifle. Ladies and Gents! This wolf has been in this arena for almost twelve hours! Can no one beat her? Let’s find out! Let the fight....! Begin!

Redd drew upon the force to give her the edge of speed, so even as she saw his finger began to squeeze that trigger, her paws had launched the massive beast into a sprint that saw her body almost flow forwards in a blur to the naked eye. So by the time that the first bullet had felt the click of the pin and before it had even left the chamber, her sharp jaws was sixty centimetres away from his throat and her golden eyes saw his own widen in fear. She could smell the man’s explosive bodily odor as he reeked with the sickening scent of fear. The bullets ricocheted off of the high cement walls of the arena, but it was too late. Redd was too close for such a weapon to be effective and her powerful jaws were already wrapping around the man’s throat and sinking into the skin, flesh, sinew and bone.

All that the audience heard was the echoing sounds of the ricocheting bullets and the man’s gurgled screams, as the blood bubbled passed his lips while she shook her head from side to side for maximum effect. Then, almost as suddenly, she leaned back upon her back paws and drew herself up so then her front paws could be planted upon his chest. She pushed her weight into them as she pulled her head back with a massive shove. Teeth severed the windpipe free, as the man’s body dropped to the dirty floor while she sat back upon her hind legs. Her front paws remained in the air briefly, while the blood from the man’s corpse spluttered and covered the fur all over her chest and belly, which would only serve to continue to mat her red fur further.

Slowly she placed her front jaws down upon the ground and dipped her head as she spat out whatever flesh that had been pulled from the man. Pathetic, she thought to herself as she was almost convinced that there was no real challenger that would face up to her upon this night. In fact, there was no real challenge in any of this and it didn’t satisfy the red wolf at all. So, as she moved away from the dead body to sit by the wall, she watched the nervous employees of the announcer edge into the arena cautiously so then they could collect the body. They thought that she might kill them, but there was no challenge in a fearful being. In fact, she was growing bored and the red wolf laid down, while her ears pressed back against her head. None of this helped her to get past the emotional pain that she felt. It didn’t distract her in the slightest, because mostly her competition were smug, egotistical beings who overestimated their abilities and underestimated hers; while the other half were too scared to even try.

As she listened to the roar of the crowd and the announcer query the crowd for more competitors, the red wolf simply… Closed her eyes.​

 

[Darth Sephi]

"How bloody.", Sephi mused to the figure next to him.

His gaze moved to see their reaction, but noticed the dead expression that fell upon their features. Jaw agape, eyes sunken - a true and honest corpse simply seated next to him. A glance to his right and there was another two - along with a few seats of space all around him. It seemed nobody else appreciated his guests - forcing a wicked grin on his expression. Only moments before he had kept them visually alive, manipulating their corpses like puppets to see if he could - but it seemed he got distracted by the throat tearing and lost his concentration.

A shame, now they started to smell.

He sighed as he stood, a few giving him a desperate glance as they moved away. Sephi raised a hand as he strode out of his line of seats, calling out to the announcer and his lackeys;

"Oh, good sir, I must request a fair lady's chance at combat.", over the top and annoying as usual, the Sith Spawn beamed as others grew slightly confused. Yet none questioned him, standing well over seven feet tall with horns out of various bones, and large claws on each hand, none really had the means to simply stop him.

After a quick discussion if he was sure, understanding the rules of the engagement, and Sephi stripping down to his underwear much to everyone else confusion, they opened the shield gate and permitted him entrance to the arena. The shields came up with a snap as he moved past them, eye'ing the wolf who could no doubt feel his presence - smell him on the air.

Dark and sweet, he felt like overtly fake candy - with a hefty dose of cyanide on the nose.

"Sweet wolf -", he said, showing her his own fangs, "- would you like to be freed of your boredom?"

Redd

 

[Redd]

DEMON WOLF
Tags: Darth Sephi

The rules were, there were no rules. It was up to the victor to decide whether their prey lived or died and so far, many had died. Every competitor got told as such before entering the arena. That if any so chose to, then the wolf was likely to rip out their throats. Her mind though, was elsewhere, as it lingered upon the emotional turmoil that brought her to such a world in hopes of burying such a painful reminder. One that always seemed to linger upon Naboo of the fact that she had lost not only twins, but a mate. The woman had been hurt, had felt loss so strongly that she wanted to hide deep within the wolf. However, after six months, her brother Gerwald has seen to the fact that the human was brought to the surface once more and she had felt such losses as if it was just yesterday. So she had thought that being inside of an arena might help. That unleashing her pain into the act of killing might help to dampen the pain.

Instead, she had only been disappointed by her competitors and nothing had been a real challenge for her. So when another had entered the fray, the wolf had barely paid too much attention to the scent that the man had exuded. What did grab her attention was the man’s connection to the force. Ears flickered forwards towards the man as she listened, but her mind focused upon the darkness that seemed to pour from the man in waves. Quietly, she felt the fur upon the back of her neck stand up as Redd felt the power that he possessed. It was unlike anything that she had felt before and slowly, golden eyes opened to watch the man as he entered her temporary kingdom. One filled with death as the sickly scent of copper drifted within the air, while the sand underneath their feet was soaked in blood with varying degrees of colour. The older it was, the darker it was. A more brownish red, while the newer, was still a vibrant crimson red.

Redd took in the man’s appearance and was only briefly puzzled as she noted that he was dressed in only his underwear, however it was the rest of him that had caught her attention. Especially considering that he too had fur and fangs. Quietly, she angled her head slightly to the right, but only for a second as she rose up from her resting position upon the ground, onto four paws. What was curious, was the fact that the man had called her sweet. A sweet wolf. How could a wolf be sweet when covered in the blood of those that she had killed? Even now she could feel her fur lightly pull at her skin due to the fact that the blood had matted it. The wolf, however, could sense that this man was unlike those that had come before her and her ears flickered back to press against her head.

This man was a real competitor.

A low growl rumbled from the wolf as she listened to the announcer continue on with his spiel while she listened to the sounds of credits exchanging hands within the crowd. With the lull of noises that washed over them, it was miraculously drowned out as her mind zeroed in upon the man. She could smell the sickly sweet scent, which was a great reflection of the man’s voice. It was almost honied in her opinion as her tongue darted out to lick her bloodied muzzle. Redd could also scent the smell of poison within the air and she wondered if only for the briefest of moments, if this man would poison her. Kill her even. Such thoughts didn’t linger for long as she reached out through the force, to the man and used a telepathic link. ”I would love to be free of boredom, but I’m not sweet; I’m a demon wolf, a beast.” She said as she lifted her muzzle ever so slightly so then her golden eyes could focus upon the man’s own eyes. ”And I won’t be going easy on you.” The wolf followed up with, as she channeled the force into her paws once again.

No. She wasn’t about to let this man win without a fight and she had originally stepped into the arena with the full knowledge that she might die. However, the wolf didn’t have anything left, nothing except the wanton need to kill. To display her grief in a way that was almost as if she was trying to purge herself of it. So when the announcer finally said the magic words to start the match, the wolf blurred forwards in a sprint. Her body twisted to the right as she took on a different approach, but the goal was still the same.

Aim for the throat.​

 

[Darth Sephi]

"Any beast that has to claim it, isn't much of a beast.", Sephi mused as the wolf began its movements.

To her surprise, he didn't move - nor even raise his hands in defense as she strove for the neck. Her teeth would meet a black blood that tasted of rot, and Sephi's hands would gently rest against her pelt as he was tore to the ground - shaking as alchemized flesh was rended free of his muscularture. Yet as she would look up, he would only be smiling with a knowing, smug look in his eyes; mouthing something simple -

"Tighter."

She would hear the snap of his neck, feel it in her teeth - but with his death would come the sudden taste of ash in her mouth. His skin, his flesh, his muscle, all would slowly fall into the nothingness that was ash on her tongue - ruining the iconic flavor of blood she was used to. It would almost make it hard to breath, to taste, or to smell; giving Sephi the perfect chance to surprise her with a whisper -

"Boo.", he offered with an evil laugh as he appeared behind her. The ash was still there, but the marks on his neck were missing. All that was left of their encounter was that iconic look in his eyes - knowing and smug, confident in his ability to kill. She would recognize it as a predator staring down prey; something she was no doubt used to.

His clawed hand tore upwards along her ribs - driving deep, and very likely tossing her across their arena. The crowds, on the other hand, didn't seem to know if they should cheer or be fearful of what was occurring - a few making the most of the moment with their cheers and jeers while the others stared in confusion - while a few seemed to leave. Even the announcer's words were being drowned out the mix of emotion, only meeting deaf ears.

Redd

 

[Redd]

IMMORTAL?
Tags: Darth Sephi

The man had never moved, which had surprised the wolf and when her jaws clamped down upon the man’s throat. They toppled to the ground due to her size and weight and still as golden eyes looked upon him, she noted the snug look and she pinned her ears back when she heard his single word. However, what had caught her attention was the fact that his hands gently rested upon her pelt and made no move to grab or rip her off of his body. He could have but all he wanted was for her to tighten her grip and she obliged. A growl rumbled from the female wolf until she heard the inevitable snap, but she held on for good measure. She didn’t know why, all that she knew was that something wasn’t right, even when she could taste ash upon her tongue which took her back to padding through a land filled with ash and soot.

Then slowly, his body began to disintegrate and she released her hold upon the man, just as confusion settled in. The woman knew naught of what this was. Had never seen it in her entire life and she took a step back away from the pile of ash as she coughed up the ash that had managed to worm its way down her nose and throat. She shook her head as she drew a paw up to paw at her sensitive nose and did not realise that the man had reappeared till it was too late. Till he had whispered in her ear and the wolf jumped back with a surprised snarl. Who was this man? The Red Demon questioned as golden eyes looked to the pile of ash, only to look back at the man; to take in his unchanged appearance even after the fact that she had bitten him. She knew that his neck should look like a mess, but it wasn’t. Then, her gaze shifted to the man’s eyes and she did indeed recognise the look.

Suddenly though, the wolf was pulled out of such a frozen stare when she felt the slicing pain. She felt his claws slicing and ripping into her side and an uninvited yelp tore from the wolf while at the same time, her body was tossed across the arena into the wall.

Crack.

Redd heard the sound of potential ribs breaking at the force and yet even as the red wolf laid there dazed, she didn’t register the pain. She knew it was there as the wolf struggled to stand, struggled to breath and felt the blood flow freely from the savage wound. However, mentally it didn’t register with her, as her mind was distracted from her grief and sent reeling; but physically her body gave her away. Her nose dipped as she panted and her ears lowered to either side of her head as she wondered just as to who she was dealing with. Or more specifically, what? Who and what was this man and slowly she turned her head to see the damage. To watch the blood ooze and drip to the floor where her blood would finally join the others that she had killed. If she could have laughed, she would have. Instead, all that came from the wolf to show her amusement, was a short bark.

Maybe death might find me after all, Redd thought to herself as she slowly began to limp towards the man, only to begin circling him with a low growl. How could she even kill this man when clearly he was certainly on a different level. Why was he even here to begin with? She felt frustrated by this man who appeared to be immortal in every sense of the word. Oh she could try the same thing again, but do it differently? Except how? If she did the same thing but, darted away fast enough afterwards then maybe she could avoid the follow up attack from the man. Yet, even as that line of thought flickered through her mind, her golden gaze shifted to his neck once again; which revealed no previous wound.

A growl of frustration worked its way from the wolf as she began to pace and with every step she took, more of her blood dripped from the wound with ease. ”Why are you here?” Redd finally snarled as it made no sense as to why an immortal man would even bother with such an arena. ”Why do you bother with such an unlovable beast?”​

 

[Darth Sephi]

"Oh, sweet wolf -", Sephi offered in a low and dangerous tone.

"Don't fear the reaper."

She could feel him feeding on her pain, her sorrow, her fear - everything that ran through her mind oozed into the Force like a thick miasma that Sephi's own body seemed to absorb in droves. A reactor of emotions, turning both of theirs into his power; a true master of the Dark Side and a dangerous opponent for anyone on Korriban or farther.

White teeth glistened as he watched her dance around him, waiting for a moment to strike - even taking a few notes on her eyes dancing to his throat. He was curious if she'd try for it again, what with it being his most sensitive area, and that wolves often went for such a place; but to do the same move twice could mean her death if she weren't careful. All of this transpired in Sephi's mind before he lowered himself to her eye level - his face never losing that mocking smile of his.

"I come for joy, I come for pleasure. I come for all that I've missed - and you just so happen to be here now. It isn't personal, sweet wolf, it's simply fate.", he mused as his arms rested on his knees.

"Would you fight fate itself? Please. Surrender yourself, and I may yet you live - or don't, and I end your life."

"Pick quickly, I might change my mind.", he said as his tongue licked at his lips.

Redd

 

[Redd]

SURRENDER
Tags: Darth Sephi

Would she fight fate?

The answer was yes, she’d always fight fate. However, when she had lost her cubs… Had lost her mate. Her heart had torn. Her will to fight had been sapped and she had wanted nothing more than to hide. Had she even lost the will to live? For some reason, the wolf had returned to the one thing she knew best and it had never eased the emotional pain that she felt. It was as if she had been split in half and the rest had been forever lost, but here? Now? It was almost as if she was finding something new and the red wolf growled in response. Paws paced as she listened to the man’s words, but it was almost as if he was pulling from her broken soul. Almost as if he had cracked her open like an egg and was drinking from it. She could feel it through the force and she wondered for a brief moment if he could read her thoughts too. If he could see that there was still that tiny piece of her that still wanted to live?

Could he see it?

Redd hadn’t even been aware of it till this very moment. For she had been ready to die. Ready to fall to someone greater than her, but instead she found that her curiosity had won out. Had begun to question the man instead of going for that second attack.

Admittedly, she was tired. Mentally mostly, but physically, she could feel that her body was dying even now. If she didn’t stop, she would die and natural curiousity saw that her interest had peaked. She wanted to know more about this man before her, to learn more and he had offered her something once more. What that was exactly, she didn’t know, but she wanted to know and she couldn’t find out if she was dead.

With that, the growls died down, as both of her ears flickered towards the man who spoke with such honeyed words. After that, a paw took a step towards the man and when she took such an action she realised one thing. The arena had fallen deftly silent. Even a deaf man could hear a pin drop and her nose lifted, along with her line of sight to look at the stunned silence. Even the announcer seemed to stand there with his lips parted as if he was going to say something, but was stunned into his current silence. It was strange, to say in the least, but her gaze shifted back to the man that stood in the arena with her and she lowered her head. With every step she took, it was almost as if she could feel the force thrumming with new life. Could she dare to dream that maybe she could find a new purpose? One that wasn’t based around the old, but something new entirely?

Could The Red Demon seek to find something new with the reaper who called himself Fate?

All these questions were circling within her mind as she slowly closed the gap between the two. If he killed her, she could accept that. If he didn’t, she could accept that too and with that thought she stopped just a millimeter away from her nose touching his hand. Golden eyes peered up into the man’s own as she drank in his smug expression. There was something about him. Something that she couldn’t quite place. Whether it was the eyes, the force, his expression or even his words that made her believe that there was something else that he wasn’t telling her. Perhaps it was the way he continued to call her sweet when all that anyone ever saw was her feral nature. Her lack of refinement. Perhaps it was that very same nature, the one that saw to her mate leaving her when she was physically experiencing the gut wrenching loss of their twins.

Either way, for a moment she stayed still, if only for a moment and then she withdrew slightly as the change took over. It was quick as the wolf withdrew and surrendered to the human within. Bones broke and reformed while the fur seemingly retreated underneath pale white skin. Red hair tumbled around her shoulders as she fell to her knees before the man. The woman was naked as the day she had been born, but now she didn’t have fur to slow any kind of bleed and so the savage wound in her side was free to bleed freely. However, she paid no mind to the pain; instead, golden eyes stared at the man as she slowly angled her head to the right and exposed her throat to him.

With slow even tones, Redd spoke only four words.

”I surrender to you.”​

 

[Darth Sephi]

The sith spawn offered low and subtle laugh - only for it grow into a crescendoing echo that spread across the arena. In terror, the crowd looked upon him stand up to his full height once more and raise his hands in triumph - while Sephi beamed, fanged teeth wide across his lips. His fingers spread for a moment as a new weight would be felt by Redd - Sephi using the force once more.

"It seems I have won!", he said in an overly dramatic voice. There was something wrong with the crowd - as Redd would notice quickly that they had frozen in place.

"The new arena champion, Darth Sephi!", he coo'ed into the void - bringing his hands down to clap as he looked her in the eyes. His wicked smile only grew as in time with his claps, the entire audience did the same - every clap ushering in a collective clap that was excessive in volume. A simple move, but one that took the raw power of a master.

"Nude as the day you were born, you need some clothes.", he finally said when the clapping was finished. One of his hands rose in the air, and his own oversized robes fell into his hand from across the room. He offered it to, letting it dangle from one of his clawed digits.

"Come. My ship is waiting for us.", he mused as he started walking - the faces of the crowd still frozen as Sephi moved from the building.

 

[Redd]

REDD
Tags: Darth Sephi

Redd felt the inconceivable need to snarl and rip the man’s throat out once more as she listened to the laugh that seemed to not only echo against the concrete walls of the arena, but reverberate around inside of her brain. She wanted nothing more than to stand up and sink her pearly white teeth into that neck once more and taste the bitter taste of ash. The wolf within sank its claws into her brain as it rode the human hard. Tried to push it to forget its curiosity and give in to the desire to kill, but her golden eyes focused upon the fangs that glinted softly under the dim lighting of the arena and she couldn’t help but wonder as to what species the man was. He didn’t taste like anything she had tasted before and his scent was odd. Dark and sweet, but with an overlay of poison. So why did she feel drawn towards the man who made her want to kill him even more?

Golden eyes watched the man spread his clawed tipped fingers and she felt the heavyweight of the force descend upon her. Every instinct within demanded that she fight against it and slowly she lifted her head, but it was the stone cold silence that caught her attention. Her gaze shifted to view the crowd who had for some reason, fallen silent and remained silent, even now. When clearly most people would be gathering their earnings from the placed bets or cursing their luck at the loss that they had suffered. Instead, the same silence had remained even now when the strange man declared himself the winner. A fact that made her want to leap at him and wrap her arms around his throat till he choked to death. The last thing that she wanted, was another mouthful of ash again. Still though, she wondered about such a trick and how the man had managed to play it; for she was sure that she had killed him.

However, his gaze drew her golden one back to him and she listened to the man’s slow clap. Redd watched the smile as it only grew in size when the crowd began to mimic his slow clap movements. Oh she very much wanted to kill this man; to truly taste his crimson blood upon her tongue, but she had to play it safe for the moment. Had to play along with the game that he seemed to be playing and her tongue darted out to slowly lick her dried lips while she imagined the taste of his blood upon it. In her mind’s eye she was reminded of his dark and sweet scent, a scent that reminded her of apples due to the fact that the seeds of such a fruit contained minuscule traces of cyanide. A poison that wasn’t strong enough in such small doses to kill. However, she wondered if this man was just like an apple. A forbidden piece of fruit that she may never get to taste.

Blood thirst called to her to attempt once again, to leap for him, but she distracted herself as he spoke and slowly rose to stand. He spoke of clothing and she rolled her eyes. Pale fingers reached out to take the oversized robes and she wrapped it around her pale form. The movement caused her to wince from her sustained injuries, but she pulled the material close so then it could soak up the blood from the wound in her side.

The Red Demon was about to leave when he told her to come. Almost as if she was now his dog on a leash and it drew a growl from the woman. ”I am not a dog,” She spat out as her gaze trailed after the man who seemed indifferent to her anger. In fact, he seemed rather indifferent about a lot of things and she wondered if it was something that she could harness. A feeling of indifference that she could master so then she wouldn’t feel the hollow pain of grief that kept her awake at night. Her tired gaze watched him for a moment and slowly, her bare feet shifted and followed after him. With each limping step, she felt the dark weight of not only the robe that shrouded her frame in a thick blanket of material, but of the man’s dark presence. Almost as if it was trying to command and wear down a wolf that was still chomping on the inside. A wolf that still wanted to taste his blood.

Perhaps, when he sleeps, she could sink her teeth into that neck of his, Redd mused to herself as her tired brain made mental notes of certain landmarks just in case. ”You are a strange man,” she mused out loud and continued to speak even as she felt the heavy presence try to wear her down, a presence which only served to increase her stubbornness. The woman’s shoulders rolled back and her chin lifted; she would meet anyone’s gaze and from time to time, she growled at any onlooker that dared to stare for too long. ”I don’t know as to what you want, when I have nothing to give you.” She finally said as they arrived at his ship, ”So what is it that you want from me?”​