M - I'm ready for my Soul
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ooc: Amy; backdated to the 3rd of January

He was slightly sore. His shoulder hurt, and yet he still carried that burden of a weapon with him, the bat with the nails protruding from the end of it. The weapon that had many victims fall because of it's dangerousness. At least he was the one whom remembered what had happened to his shoulder, a long slash that was shallow, but long, created by a blade that, if he would have been slower in reaction, he would have succumbed to having only one arm. That would not have been a good thing for any of the personalities, because all three of them were pretty handsy people.


The male had been lucky to be in control for as long as he had been though, it was rare for him to be able to get around for as long as he did without the disturbance of Mars Russo, the dominant personality within the body, in which Hurricane had met before, and Hurricane was starting to realize that he was not very much of the only one living in this body, which is why sometimes, he would not remember things that he did days ago, but he could remember things from months, weeks ago that he thought had happened only yesterday. The only way that the stupid being had figured this out was because he had not been able to find the same fire pits he would dig when he was burning bodies, and the fact that he would walk by the same bushes and not recognize them now that they were grown out, but he would smell his own scent from when he had marked it or whatever, he also would notice the blood gone and his scent mostly faded away. The regular places he traveled was now different, and he got lost easier.


This lead us to where we are at now. A wounded, wandering delusional wolfdog that had no clue how or where home was. It's not like home would want him in the condition he was, but now, it was almost like he was in limbo, where none of the actual personalities had been particularly awake, yet none of them were asleep. Each personality fought to be the dominant one, but when Hurricane had his bat, Mars and Bartholomew were quite scared that Hurricane would be a dickwad and ruin everything for everyone. So they backed off. They let Hurricane sit in the captian's chair for now, but soon, the beast would be usurped. Mars would make sure of it if Bartholomew did not. It was more likely that Mars would take action over Bartholomew, but Bart was also known for fucking over Hurricane as well.


All Hurricane knew was that he was bored and lost, and hungry none the less. Hunger was a new thing for Hurricane, he never really felt an actual hunger to eat something rather than a hunger to just kill things. He knew about going about getting food, for he would need to find something to eat first. That was the priority on his mind at the moment, and what he ate would be dependent of what stupid asshole was stupid enough to cross his path. What would it be like to actually eat a luperci rather than just rabbits and deer? Mars himself didn't know, and neither did Hurricane, but perhaps there was a first for everything.


Hurricane was no tracker, so he had to be lucky for someone to cross his path this day. He was not concerned about not finding someone because that, in these lands, was not an easy thing to do. Luperci bred like rabbits these days.Maybe if he was lucky enough he would get a yummy pup to eat.

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Amy Sunders

Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


Finding a hot spring had been a pleasant surprise for the dog. In the middle of nowhere, with no signs of other canines around, Amy had quickly claimed the area as her own. Hadley had been set to work blocking off possible entrances, leaving just a single hidden one for her to use. He was so useful, now that he'd been broken. Amy could do whatever she wanted with him, and he would comply. The thought curled her lips in pleasure. It was such a delight to have that kind of control over another. Amy still wouldn’t trade her rogue life that she’d built for the luxuries in Europe though. Despite missing the pampering and power that she held, Amy very much enjoyed actually interacting with the customers, instead of merely through a front. That made the punishment and pain delivered hers to give, as well.


She stripped off her clothes, leaving her weapons in a small pile next to it. With it being in such an isolated location, Amy didn't take her usual precautions, only her ring remaining on her hand. Stepping in Amy sighed with delight as the heat soaked through her skin. The winter didn't penetrate her thick coat, but it was still a nice change. Amy pulled the elastic that kept her hair tied back out, letting it flow around loosely. It had been a long time since Amy had done anything like this, soaking in the heat and enjoying herself. She would take every moment of this. Her eyes closed in complete bliss, the thoughts about the day flowing away. Outside of the enclosure she’d formed she could hear Hadley resting near the wagon. She didn’t dwell on it though, instead allowing her thoughts to flow to the past, and the pleasures she had experienced there.


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ooc: Tell me if i should change this and i'll get to is asap.

A scent caught his nose, one that was female, and there was another one that was close by that was a male, but it did not seem all that much important to him, the female was the one he would go after, since the smell of the woman was so....sickly sweet. It was a drenched smell, one that was with a lot of water. He followed this scent, for it was the dominant one, even over the stench of the male that had also been around. Hurricane licked his lips as he stalked in the shadows.He did not want to be seen, nor heard by the male whom had been standing next to a wagon, so he was quick to stop moving if he accidentally made a sound, and he did not drag the bat along the ground like he normally did. He resisted giggling and snarling as he moved silently along, his heavy steps now light, and without sound. He also made sure to come from downwind of the others, so that they would not smell him until he was right up on them. He was hunting, and they were the prey, and sadly for them, they had no clue that they were the prey.

He found the secret entrance that had been hidden from view. He was lucky enough to find the thing right off the bat, rather than having to move too much around the closed off area to find someway to get in. It was a slightly tight fit, since it was a smaller entrance, and he put his bat before him, and he crawled along with it until he emerged on the other side. Icy blue eyes caught the sight of the woman bathing, and he did not hesitate. The beast barreled into the water, getting his bloodstained pants wet, and cleaning off the bloodied weapon. He swung his bat blindly at her, water splashing every which way as he attempted to attack the female. The ash that covered his pelt turned the water grey as it washed from his natural tri-colored pelt that Hurricane was under the delusion that he was a full black wolf rather than a tri-colored wolfdog.

He couldn't wait to see the blood of this woman. If she was lucky, then the male would also rape her, but for now, it looked as if the woman was just going to end up dead, because if Hurricane was anything, it would not be a necrophiliac. Dead bodies were not the way to go, he liked the struggle of a live body underneath him anyways, so maybe he would rape the woman, and then take her life from her. That sounded favorable to the male. Indeed it did.

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Amy Sunders

Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


Completely wrapped up in the warmth around her, Amy didn't notice something at the entrance. She ducked underwater, letting the warmth flood her before breaking back out. She took in a deep breath of air, smiling, before she heard the water breaking behind her. Thinking Hadley had disobeyed orders Amy turned around to discipline him. This was her private time. No one was allowed to intrude, not unless the wagon was in danger. Even then, the result would be a beating for being so careless. Amy opened her mouth to demand what the problem was, only to see that it was a complete stranger.


It was a really weird stranger too. Black dust coated the water, turning it grey as it revealed white and brown patches underneath. If the male was going to dye himself Amy could have suggested something much better. Her attention was seized by the fact that he was dragging a bat through the water though, and the blood dripping off him. Automatically her hand clutched to where her weapon should be. Nothing was there though. Cursing she glanced at the shore where her sword sat. The good thing was the water would slow him down. The bad thing was that it slowed her as well. Desperately she back pedalled, bumping up against the far side. She snarled at her assailant, trying to come up with a way out.


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ooc: lalalalala

The male rushed through the water after her, practically jumping through it rather than really plowing through the warm water now. He was trying to get as close to her as he possibly could. It did however, wash all the grit and dirt, and ash from his pelt, the only temporary solution that Hurricane had for the problem of dying his fur (that was not his) black to appear as he thought he appeared. The rolling in ash and dirt thing was also a very natural thing for him to do, he didn't think about how dirty he got and therefore, making his fur turn black. It was a weird way of how he marked things, or something like that, it obviously wasn't perfect, nor did it really have much of an affect other than to wash Mars' fur of the scent of Crimson Dreams, and to make the male smell like ash and burnt wood and dirt. He just smelt dirty really, not much like any pack.

Water splashed up and got to where it was washing the dirt from his scars, one of the biggest ones being the one on his stomach that had the name "MARS" etched into it. His tattoos were uncovered as well, the white of the symbol for Mars and it's two moons Phobos and Deimos on his cheek, and a black symbol on his chest of the planet of love, and beauty, Venus, this being a simple circle with two stems off of opposite sides of it, and then a smaller line that points to the left for the top stem and on the bottom it points to the right. There were others uncovered as well, such as the one over his right eye, the symbol for the Earth itself and the one on his right wrist, the symbol for Mercury, this being two m's intertwined, the simple planet of communication. Even his dark hair was turning light because of the water. Every scar and scratch from his last battle were uncovered, and some still red, and just scabbed over. Most were old though, the ones on his shoulders and his wrists were very old. Even his blue eyebrow ring had been washed of the grime that once covered it. He was completely revealed, though he still smelt of a loner now, since the mud had been there for some time before washed out.

He rushed to her though, and when she hit the side of the hot spring, she snarled at him, and he continued to struggle through the water, determined to get to her before she was able to get to the pile of clothing which he assumed that she must have had weapons in because she seemed to be trying to go for the clothing. Struggling will only make it worse! warned the male, a nasty warning that normally got people to stop in their tracks, but who knew if that was the case, either way, the male did not stop moving. He still moved through the water after her, and he still was determined to get to her before she got to her weapons.

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Amy Sunders

Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


More and more of the frightening male was revealed to Amy. Huge scars, bright colors and piercings. The effect was of a much light hearted person, something that chilled Amy deeply. If one could be so light hearted one moment and a killer the next it was way too close to Amy's own personality, gentle and happy and turning around killing with the same grin. The realization that she was up against so much like herself terrified Amy deeply. She won battles because she was the one willing to go the farthest. This male was probably willing to go just as far, but with the added bonus of being stronger and bigger.


Amy's eyes narrowed at his words. They were so similar to what she said when torturing someone. This wasn't just a simple kill. He'd enjoy drawing the pain from her. A single plan of desperation lodged in Amy's mind. Clinging the edges Amy waited, muscles tensed for a push. He got closer, and closer, the bat a warning to not let him get too close. Desperate times called for desperate measures though, and just short of the bat's range Amy leaped at him, growling. Her claws slashed forward, ready to mar his body and do all the damage she could in close range.


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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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Amy Sunders

Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


Amy's eyes blazed with anger. She was not someone to take lightly. This mutt would come out with at least as many wounds as he gave to her. Despite his superior strength Amy kept fighting. She watched the bat swing from the corner of her eye, relieved that she'd pushed past it's range. Instead an arm reached up. Her claws slashed through flesh, and the smell of blood wafting from his body stirred a lust inside her. Fear still dominated, but she had drawn first blood, something that made her more than happy. She tried to keep her hands dug in, ready to tear further in, but hot water had caught in her eyes. Unable to see clearly she was moving blindly, only able to trace her enemy by his scent, and the sounds of the water around them.


His hand closed around her neck, and Amy squirmed in his grasp, trying to snap at the arm that held her. She couldn't reach though. Fear rose off her, fighting as he pushed her down. Amy took a breath as she hit the water. Unwilling to give in, even as things began to fade in her mind, Amy lashed out, clawing for where she knew he stood. Her legs kicked towards him, aiming for his balls. If she had her hands free she would be trying to scrape them off him, leaving him incompetent. Hadley wouldn't come. She had trained him to only come when call. Her own kills had made the sounds of struggle far too common. Spots swam before her eyes as she struggled for breath.


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ooc: lalalalala

There was a recognizable emotion coming from the eyes of the woman, but he was unaffected. Rather, his own anger burned a thousand times brighter than her own, if only because Mars had so much pent up anger and energy that Hurricane just fed off of it like a vampire bat to the blood of a wounded cow, or horse. Icy eyes were on the woman the whole time, and he liked the anger he was seeing in her eyes, it meant that she had some fight in her. His maw was twisted in a crooked smile as he was able to get her straight in the eyes with the steaming water, giving her temporary blindness. This gave him the chance to grab her. and his efforts were not in vain, for he was able to grab her around the neck. She tried to snap at him and he twisted to where she was not able to reach him and then he forced her head under the water.

The bubbles that came up from her was entertaining to him, as were the lashes and the kicking. He dug his clawed hands into her neck, trying to control the woman. He noticed that she had tried to kick him in between his legs, and he was lucky enough to be able to catch one of her legs right before it hit his precious body parts that he needed. Her arms though had been scratching at his belly, and drawing blood, but he was all to thrilled with the fact that she was slowing down with her plight, and she was struggling to breathe, he could see it in her face. He held a nasty grin on his maw and right before her life would slip away, he lifted her head above the water, and let her breathe. He chuckled maniacally about what he was doing before he had plunged the head of the woman underneath the water once more. He then started to claw at her with his other hand, not really bothering to look and see where he was clawing, but just doing so to feel her flesh in his claws.


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Amy Sunders

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She felt herself scrape at something, though she wasn't sure what. Angry Amy's head swam, making everything swim. It was her family, her victims, her rivals, all those that would love to see her fail, standing above her and holding her down. Amy was just about to black out when she was lifted up. Gratefully Amy gulped air, listening to the maniacal laughter. Her face was contorted into a smile, but she didn't have time to think before she was ducked under the water again. Twisting underneath the water Amy managed to dodge the claws that slashed towards her, though a small cut on her cheek formed from it.


Unable to open her eyes in the hot water Amy reached her hand up, feeling where his claws dug into her throat. Expertly she moved along, air fading as she gripped her hand in, working on prying the hand away. Time was passing, and Amy hadn't gotten enough air from her trip to the top. Her movements slowed, then stopped as she lost the battle, mind closing down. The last thing she thought of before she died was how much she longed to give him one more scar, one he would remember her by. Feebly a hand reached up, clawing in his direction, and she was gone.


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He knew that he had not brought her up for enough time to get an effective breath of air, but he was enjoying himself either way, and her fight had died down some, which was got for him because they both were in too close of a range of each other for them to be missing strikes out at one another. Her hand went to where his black and brown hand was wrapped around her neck, and she clawed there, trying to get his hand away. He took a deep breath himself and ducked his maw in the water and tore through the water to get to that prying hand. He wanted to break it, maybe get a finger or something. She continued to fight though, even though she was losing air, and time was running out for her. He was growling and laughing as he gripped his maw around her hand and he shook his head as if he was giving her hand the death shake. When she stopped fighting, he dragged her limp body from the bottom of the water, and he threw her onto the rocky shore.

He found his bat, the bat halfway floating, the nails in the top of it making it sink halfway to the bottom and the handle side being bouent enough for it to float. He grabbed it and then he went to the shore himself. He stood over the woman for a moment, and then he kicked her straight in the stomach. The force itself should have been enough to get whatever water that was in her lungs to eject. He stood there after though, just staring at her with his head cocked. He would decide to kick her again. And again, and again, until he heard her cough, and once or twice more after that. He wanted to take a trophy from the female, like he had done to Shawchert, but he was unsure of what he wanted from this woman. The only appropriate thing for him to take would be a hand, or a finger, since he already had an ear, and a tail.

His curly tail wagged back and forth as he thought, and as he thought, he kept an eye on the woman, making sure she did not get up from her spot, and when she tried to even move, he kicked her. "Stay the fuck down, bitch." the male would tell her over and over and over again, these moments never seeming to end. He then sighed lightly. "Now you got me all worked up. I just wanna fuck now...FUCK!" he spoke, growling as he started to tap his bat against the ground. He quickly bent down to her and came face to face with her, he grabbed her by the hair and made her look him in the eye. "You stupid fucking bitch. All you had to do was die, and you failed at even that. You'd probably fail at providing any type of good spawn." the male spoke to her, and then threw her back to the ground and he stood up again. "Stupid fucking bitch. You stupid fucking bitch. I should fucking kill you. I should, I should." Hurricane spoke in his gruff voice, trying to persuade himself to just drown her again, since her looking like a drowned rat was making him not want to fuck her. He wanted to fuck, just not her. If she was dried off, then sure, but no, now she was just a drowned rat, so he didn't even want to bother.


He kicked her again, in the ribs this time, and he thought about smashing her face in, but for once, he could not find himself wanting to do so. He flicked his tail and growled again. Seemingly, from nowhere, Mars and Bartholomew showed up, both in their secui forms and their fangs bared. They got inbetween Hurricane and the girl, and worked for a good few minutes to scare him away. The two made the male run back through the way he came, and never turn back. There were no words other than that between either of the personalities. It was just Hurricane on the loose to get some pussy now since apparently, the one he picked out before was off-limits according to Mars and Bartholomew.



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Amy Sunders

Word Count → 000 :: was wondering about a possible next thread after this, one where amy tracks down Mars and beats him for revenge over Hurricane...


Pain struck her chest, and Amy coughed to life. From the feel it wasn't the first time he'd hit her. A couple more blows growled, soliciting a growl from the weakened dog. She was not going to go down like this, weak and feeble. She was stronger than this. At least she had thought so. Shakily she pushed herself up with her hands, only to be struck at again, forcing her down to the ground. Amy rolled across, chased and kicked as she attempted to get up, to be able to fight. At last her body simply gave out, no longer responding to her commands to stand, to do something to hurt this vicious creature standing over her.


Grabbed by the hair Amy yelped. Forced to face her captor Amy bared her teeth, snarling. The features were memorized. If she survived this Amy would get stronger, and the next time they met, for there would be a next time, Amy would return double the pain he had given to her. Failing at dying brought a sneer to her face. I'd say you failed in killing. The one at fault was him, if things didn't go the way he wished. That was how she survived, how she learned. If something didn't go the way one wished it was their own fault for not being strong enough. Amy had always been at the top where she came from. Now she had to come down from that illusion, and work her way up. She would. Amy was a top dog, always would be. Amy would reclaim her spot as quick as possible. Her voice was hoarse and weak, but it was still there, defiant where she should have been meek and frightened.


Thrown to the ground Amy collapsed down, wishing that she had been more prepared. That she had bothered to learn how to fight, instead of simply relying on her assassin skills to help her survive. It was foolish, her defiance, but Amy wasn't one to break and submit, even if it killed her. It looked like this time it probably would. Kicked again Amy curled inwards, biting back a groan of pain. She refused to give him that satisfaction. Her eyes were dim slits, unable to focus. Time moved on in her agony before the sounds of her tormentor faded, chased away. Sighing Amy fell into a restless sleep.


Hadley had been rather worried when he saw a male run out, looking rather frightened. He was unsure of what had happened, and didn't come in. When Amy didn't emerge after a couple hours the slave finally gathered his courage to look in. The sight was stunning. The bedraggled dog stood tall, still held proud. Bruises marred her flesh, limp and shaky in her movements. Clothes were clutched in one hand, but she still had the poise of a queen. Glancing to Hadley she threw him her clothes. Reaching the wagon she crawled inside, grabbing paper. He'll pay. Roughly she sketched out his appearance, the word MARS appearing boldly along the top. He will not get away with this. Defiantly Amy glared out, declaring her intention to fight to the last to the world.


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