"Inferno, my dear...." The white lion cooed out with a voice filled with too much honey. Too much care. His eyes widened ever so slightly as he led the way toward where he wanted them to go. For the sake of being chummy he was being nice, placid like that of a mirror like lake. It was fine. He was fine. Even after having the knowledge of what transpired with Tanglewood, it was fine. They would both learn to do it right, do it better. He killed and mutilated to his liking and they could too but only if they were smarter about it. Laid out their plans better. It was the only reason he was angry, the only reason he even cared about it at all. "I've made a course for us today. Yes, I too will be participating. We will be changing our scent and running and dodging our lovely little flytraps. They can get flying horses you know." He continued sounding ever more amused as he went along.

The chains that draped and wrapped around his ankles rustled with ease, shifting along his alabaster pelt. They felt comfortable and kept him somewhat seemingly sane. Always seemingly. As he came upon the course he would pause then at the starting point and he could see them. The Malus Flytraps of various sizes but mostly huge and imposing lining the path that showed with stones to mark it. A bucket of blood was present and he motioned to it. "You can douse yourself in it or just paint a little on yourself. Whichever you prefer. Tell me when you are ready to start. Hopefully none of us gets eaten. Evasion is a good skill to keep up."

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The lion glanced down at the other, clear amusement in his gaze. A good question to ask, smart to be perceptive to ask it. He found himself thoughtful got a moment before his silken voice responded with ease. "Now, now, Inferno. I can't give away all my secrets. But let's just say I borrowed it from some fishes." Revolting fishes as they were. His tail swayed as he watched her go about getting the blood on herself and he would wait his turn. "Of course, I don't plan on cheating. The course is meant for the both of us after all." His tail swayed back and forth once more as she finally finished and he dunked a large paw into the blood. It splattered out of the bucket and he withdrew it to place it upon his body and smear it over his face. Once more and he smeared the thick red against his chest and legs. Getting some on his sides as well. It was almost calming in a way before he smiled casually. Two felines covered in blood. What a sight this would be to see.

After that he turned then to look at the course, the Malus flytraps were wiggling, smelling the scent of a different blood. Opening their mouths. They were hungry it seemed. "Oh and before I forget..." Choices and paths that he had taken led him here. Just a bit more chaos to throw into the pot. Just a bit more trouble to create a bigger festering wound. It would make him happy to have another to call daughter. A son and a daughter. "Welcome to the family, Inferno. I've decided to treat you as my own. My daughter so make me proud." Then without a thought he aimed to pick the smaller cat up and toss her onto the course, moving after a second to also step paw on it.

To say he was a little surprised was an understatement. No one had dared to touch him so casually, so jokingly. It was so strange and yet...he found it welcoming. A thought to think on more later as more of the blood was splattered onto his once pristine white coat. Shifting a little he gave a brighter grin, wore it proudly as he gave a small shake of his massive form and then the plants were snapping. Getting that bloodlust in them. The plants were hungry he supposed and so was he but not for their flesh. For something more that would take time. Still as Inferno called out to him in her cowering he tilted his head a bit and chuckled lightly. Uncaring of the danger he began to move forward, eyes only on the other as he tilted his head. ""Inferno, what are you doing, exactly? You are a Malus now, a Harbringer, we do not cower from our enemies. You fight back or you evade and look for a chance to strike!" His gaze was suddenly swallowed up by the pitch black of his pupils, leaving no color at all.

His claws flexed and as one plant attempted to grab at him his paw lashed out suddenly with brutality and cold. The strike unhinged the bottom jaw of the plant, throwing it across the ground and left the malus flytrap flopping. "Do you want to be a part of this family? Because if you do, you will get moving or I can simply watch you get eaten." He began to move then, away fron the other and down the course. Each movement practiced and well taught. He dodged when it was necessary, shifted his paws accordingly and struck down the plants that tried to grab at him.