Lust for the Crimson, Crave for the Ruby

A hard skull meets his muzzle. Pain sends waves up his face. The dark male had dodged him. Good. He doesn't want an easy opponent. This male should be a challenge. The red mark is proof of that. His head shakes off the pain. A glint of joy shows in his crazed eyes. He will enjoy this. Win, the voices command. Destroy, they cry. Determination sings through him. This wolf will feel the sting of his fangs. His head twists around the side of the wolfs head, forelegs rearing up to try grabbing his opponent.

Will his blood lust take over? Killing this wolf will do him no good. Blood excites him though. It is hard to control evil. The sight of red usually blinds him. At that first sign will he lose himself? Perhaps. But this wolf may be able to hold his own. Murders. They both crave death. That would make them both strong? Fighters, the voices tell him. Lust, they say. Yes, they should both be good. With death in their veins how could they not? But this wolf. Does he give in to his lust?