ooc: lalalalala
There was no fear within Hurricane, only anger and lust. He wanted to kill and to fuck. This was his primary purpose in life (so he believed) since he was not only just one person, but many people stuck in one body. He did not know how many others there were, but he knew that he did share a body with at least two others. He knew one of them to be a man named Mars, and then there was another one named Bartholomew, both of them very different in nature compared to each other and himself. He still held the delusion that he was a black pelted wolf with only the scars that the Infernian princess had left on his maw, while there were many different scars that truthfully littered his body. He held no regard to them though, for there was no truth to him that they were actually there, because he could not see them. He looked down at himself and saw nothing but black fur. Nothing else but black fur and his white pants.
He clambered closer and closer to the woman, the water was the only thing slowing him down. He growled in frustration at the warmth of the water in contrast to the cold air that seemed to be sinking through his thick fur, and he was really beginning to feel it. He still continued though, not wanting to show any weakness, plus, he wanted to get the fuck out of this water as fast as possible. Or maybe he could use the water to his advantage, and drown her halfway and torture her that way. He thought about the slave several times, and knew that the being would more than likely hear the commotion and come to investigate. Hurricane was more than happy to take care of two birds with one stone though, and plus, after all of this, he would have some good bodies to burn so that he could blacken his pelt once more.
He was not expecting what was to come next though, when she had cornered herself and then she launched herself at him. She came rushing at him, and she had gotten too close for him to swing his bat at her and embed the needles into her skin, so he had taken his free hand and he struck out at her, trying to knock her back. He also splashed the heated water towards her, trying to temporarily blind her so he could get his shit together. Her attacks were not in vain though, for she had caught his arm with her claws and she ripped through fur and flesh to the muscle below, which she did not get past. He grabbed at her then though, and he was determined to get her somewhere where he would be able to control her, and force her head under the water, in attempt to drown her, or at least get it through her head that there was no way that she could win this, and it was better to just let things happen, and hope to the gods that Hurricane turned back into Mars, and he left this place. Right now though, it did not seem like this would be the case.
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