OOC: sweet. I hope you don't mind him pinning her down.
The victim screamed out at the murderer, but there really was no reason for him to be aggressive like he was. She did nothing but sit there and mind her own business with her stallion. Hurricane grinned with satisfaction when the woman had fell back away from him, though he seemed to have only grazed her arm with his delicious bat of fury. He licked his lips, his hackles raising on his back as he stood there, his coal fur looking filled with dirt. It was double-coated charcoal that stuck to his fur, making all white fur turn gray and black, giving the optical illusion that he was simply a black wolf. Even his brown hairs had been covered with the black so his normally brown hair was tinted darker brown/black because of all of the charcoal. Hurricane did not speak to the woman, she deserved no answer, and instead of say anything, he let out an entertained cackle before he had moved over the woman, his steel eyes looking down at her. Maybe there was something deeper to his attack, but with a mindless demon like Hurricane, there was no one who was safe. The only ones who were safe were the wicked who were like him. The demon was just that, a demon, and it was hard to talk sense to the man, and if he could just find someone to randomly attack, it didn't look like he was in the market for sensible talking.
He approached the red and white dog woman (Hurricane was too stupid to realize she was a coy-dog because she looked more dog than anything) and he looked down at her, a wicked look in his eyes and a evil grin twisted on his face. How would you like it if I told you that you were gonna die? the man asked, cocking his wicked looking head, a grin on his maw the whole time, his steel eyes having a crazy look in them, where one eye was contracted all the way, and the other was dilated all the way. One could wonder how easy it was for him to see. He could see perfectly with those demon eyes of his though, and he saw all of this woman who was beneath him. You look delicious enough to eat. he whispered as he put his face towards hers, but he kept them about a head or two apart, him leaning on the butt of his bat over her.
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