I AIM TO MISBEHAVE

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 05-05-2011, 10:49 PM

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Date: 06 May 2011 (forward-dated)

Setting: Ethereal Eclipse

Time: Sunset

Character Form: Optime

Character Mood: Easily angered, extremely violent and sexual.

Requested Participants: I would like one or two more luperci.

Participant Preferences: Anyone besides anyone in my pack. Loners are ideal, but if a pack member wants some drama then that's fine too Tongue

Thread Direction: Physical violence, perhaps scar making.

Ideal Participant Speed: regularly.

Ideal Thread Length: probably short. It's not meant to be a scrap that lasts for too long.

Word Count: 554

Game Points: +5

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OOC: Art© to MEL! <33 this thread has the potential to become mature because it doesn't take much (actually it takes nothing at all) to make Hurricane flip his shit.

Hurricane stole the body yet again. He had known what he had done to that woman the last time he had been around. He wondered how his seed was doing inside of her (he knew that he impregnated her, he had a feeling) but you could say that he really didn't care about the children, if they were alive or not, the only reason he wondered about the woman was because he knew she was still alive in that pack where he had found her at. In fact, when he woke up, he had been in that same house that he had found that woman at. She had not been there when he had woken up though, which made him wonder why he had been there in the first place. He was quick to find his baseball bat with the nails protruding out of the end of it, and he changed from these strange clothes that he had never seen before into his white, bloodstained jeans that he had found in the same place his bat was.

He left the packlands rather quickly and the first thing he had done was looked for ash, mud, soil, something to blacken his pelt. This body was not him, so he needed to make the adjustments. He did them automatically, often times without even remembering that he did them. He was lucky to find an fire pit outside of the packlands. He found that it had been used only the night before, and the ashes that were in there were not only wood, but also flesh of some kind. It wasn't wolf flesh, for he knew what that smelt like, but it was something else, something gamey, like a deer or something. The man wiggled out of his jeans and then plopped his body down and into the ash. He rolled around in it until his white hair had turned gray. He knew his fur was not dirty enough so he had gotten up and he looked around for his next solution. Mud. He had searched for some time for some puddles, and then also some river banks so he could smear mud on his white chest, which would stick to his pelt, dirtying it. Watching him do it was like watching someone with a fetish of like chocolate being rubbed all over their body. It was quite a weird sight this was for sure. When the muddied beast had finished with this, he stalked through the forest, his nail studded bat dragged along the ground.

He was headed south west, into this unknown land he had found himself in. He wondered what there was to do around here, you know, besides decapitation. The bitches he had been finding when he had been out and about were okay looking, the one mutt with no tail being the prettiest one, and the ulgiest being that one stupid red and white bitch who didn't deserve to live. He forget what he had even done to her. Did he kill her and burn her? It sounded like something he would do. The man actually stopped to think about it for a moment, and when he did not find anything the muddied beast continued on walking through the forest, a frustrated and bored grunt coming from his maw as he stalked along.

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