OOC: Hurricane wanted to ruin a party. Sorry. This thread is dated on the mar28th, you also didn't pick a location or time, so i took the liberty to set the scene.
Day two: Survival in the real world. It'd been so long since the demon had found air, he almost forgot what it tasted like. A sharp inhale of the fresh air and the beast had been out of his room in the ship. He burned the bodies of his victims from the night before, his pants blood-soaked from the tedious chore of doing so (luckily it was only spots of blood rather than just drenched. He really didn't care about the pants really though so it didn't matter to the murderer.) and when the burned bodies had become ashes, the man had made it a chore to roll in the ashes and charcoal to blacken his pelt. He had not slept, for sleep was when he would be locked away into the cage again. Hurricane did not want to be in that cage again, no sir, not Hurricane, not right now at least. Maybe later when he was tired of dealing with these mortals. He held his spiked bat in his right hand, and he let it drag across the ground as he moved over the terrain, looking for his next kill, his next thrill. An evil grin formed over those coal lips as he moved, the sound of him dragging his bat and his heavy footsteps being heard on the deck of the ship he had taken refuge to. He held that evil snare as he dragged his spiked bat against the old steel of the old shipwreck. It was almost as if he was a ghost of the ship, but no. He was the murderer of the ship.
He found where he could get back to the shore from the ship, and he took this route slowly, creepily as he moved, almost zombie-like. His steel eyes looked around, trying to find a target, and when he did, he found himself looking at a woman and her horse. The horse did not seem to phase the thoughts of the murderous male, he still walked slowly, the bat now dragging along the sand as he moved with his heavy feet across the sandy terrain. The sun was high in the sky still this afternoon, and already the bats were out to cause chaos. Hurricane said nothing to the woman as he had come up to her view, he looked at her glorious pelt, looking already partly covered in blood. Hurricane thought that she could use some more, perhaps a broken paw or two. Fangs glistened in the light, his coal fur dull because of the ashes and charcoal he had rolled in to make his fur ash and completely black. He rose his bat to where it was on his shoulder. Then...He launched at the woman suddenly, aiming to hit her with his spiked bat wherever he could.
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