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[seeingbloodred]

Who; Namae [c_racked] and Red [seeingbloodred]
What; Red doesn't like wolves. Namae doesn't like Red. ALL OUR PROBLEMS CAN BE SOLVED WITH VIOLENCE, APPARENTLY.
Where; One of the more isolated/abandoned areas of the city
When; FOREVER. I lie, just after Red's arrival.
Warnings; Lots.....of violence? And psycho people? |D

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[c_racked]

She probably never heard him approaching - wolves have the ability to pad down concrete roads almost silently - but he heard her every movement from a block away, ears keened forward, catching the faint traces of rustling. It had been all too easy to trace the signal from the sidekick here to one of the more abandoned areas of the city. And that was all too well, he'd been itching for a fight. They called this city in a state of war, ha, yeah right. Give me a fucking break. This wasn't a war without the proper bloodshed and chaos

[seeingbloodred]

Maybe Red's senses weren't as acute as Namae's, but she had hunted wolves ever since....that day. When he approached, she knew he was there, and she just waited for him to come to her.

She wasn't even startled when he spoke. She just turned around, smiling, the old madness showing in her eyes. "Is that so? Good thing I stopped being a 'brat' long ago."

Pipe, claws, whatever he carried wouldn't be good enough. Maybe it would be good, but not good enough. She never held back with a wolf. They didn't deserve the courtesy.

Not that she really held back a lot anyway.

She dropped her basket - wouldn't be needing it for now - and hefted the axe easily, ready the instant he attacked. "So, why don't we see if the pup has fangs to match his talk? Or is this 'brat' not good enough a challenge for you?"

[c_racked]

Eyes narrowed as the axe was hefted, and Namae smiled - yes, he'd guessed right - this girl wasn't just a joke. Little Red of the fairy tales, good by, this girl was used to killing. How he'd missed the adrenaline rush of a blood-laden fight - and if he died? Poetic justice dealt to the big bad wolf at the hands of an insane little girl. Not a bad way to go, and a blessed relief from the boredom of this fucking city.

A howling laugh with just the right touch of mania - he'd long since lost touch with his sanity - and Namae never dropped that feral smile. "Ladies first, don't they say?" stance lowered, and calloused fingers warped into claws, lean and sinewy, bristling with gray-black fur. Teeth? Elongated into fangs, and a trace of gold leaked into his eyes. "I'm still a gentleman, and it would be all too rude to attack first."

[seeingbloodred]

Underestimating her, offering the chance like this. They always did. No matter.

Red didn't answer the wolf-boy. She wasn't fond of talking anyway, and there was no need to say anything more. Action would do.

She burst into movement, bringing up the axe as she came up on a level with him. She snapped it out towards his unprotected right side as she dropped into a crouch, careful not to extend her arm completely; he was probably stronger than her, could snap her elbow like a twig if she was foolish enough to let the joint lock into place. It had happened before.

Just concentrate on this, on the moment, on blade sinking into flesh. That was everything in this instant. Stay alive.