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Amy rested in the wagon, letting Adara lead the horse for once. She was tired after last night, spending it plunging through the woods in pursuit of a thief. The thief was caught and killed, much to her enormous pleasure. It did leave her needing to sleep though. The section Kohaku normally occupied now found itself piled up and made so that Amy could comfortably curl up, Kohaku given a toy to play with to stay out of her way.


She didn't sleep long. Waking up Amy hopped out of the wagon. Making sure Adara knew she was clear to keep going Amy left, wandering off to find herself a bath to wash off the remaining blood coating her body. It was disgusting, matting into her golden fur. Amy always took pride in her appearance, knowing that she was beautiful. Amy wasn't going to let blood ruin it. Not when it was easy enough to clean out. A good grooming usually took care of such things.


Finding a nice lake nearby Amy glanced around. It didn't look like anyone was in view. She was more cautious about her baths now, making sure that she wasn't left completely vulnerable. A blade remained in her grasp, as well as the ring containing poison. She wouldn't be caught twice. Stripping her clothes off Amy stepped over into the water. Humming she moved around and rapidly began to scrub it off. She didn't want to remain in there for too long.


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OOC: She's always bathing when he fucks her over, it's quite funny.

It'd been so long since he was able to breath! To run, to be free! Mars' life had been turning upside down, for the better, and so Hurricane was barely 'needed' anymore. He found this to be dissatisfying to him, and finally he had been able to get out, and take the body out to wherever. He was quick to leave the packlands that he did not really know all that well (and it was surprising that he actually was able to get out of the pack) and he ended up tracking someone. Tracking someone that was so close by that it was ridiculous. He also knew the scent, for the scent never seemed to fade from his mind. He only stopped tracking the female to bathe his scent and blacken his pelt with soot and soil. It was a habit of his, for he did this mostly without thinking, and once he was done, he would continue on with his tracking of the female who had such a strong scent at the moment. The naturally curled tail of Mars was now flat and he;d in a 'relaxed' position, with the tip pointing down at the ground, but it still wagged lightly as his nose went to the ground and he sniffed around. He caught the scents of others too, but he remembered last time that she had a slave, so it could have been them he guessed, but he didn't realize that one of them was the scent of a pup. Hurricane could care less. If he saw the pup, he more than likely would have killed it right on the spot.

He slithered like a snake through the forest, his body tense, his hands ready to kill. The anger within him had been less intense than it had been when he attacked that giant, but now, his anger was more like jealousy. Why should Mars have a perfect life while he rot in the back of Mars' mind? Hurricane felt the need to destroy something beautiful. In more ways than just one. Slowly, he sniffed around a wagon that came into view, but the scent he was looking for was not present, so he slowly slunk away without a sound of his presence. He walked away from the wagon and towards a lake, something that he was not fearful of in any way. He was very much unlike Mars in so many ways, that it seemed all too ridiculous. Then again, in some way, they were both completely different beings.

Soon, his eyes found her, bathing, like she had been last time he ran into her. Her scent was not as strong then, and the male did not give her a second look, but this time, there was something on the woman that smelt....delicious. He stepped forward from the brush that covered him, once flat tail now curled and wagging, and a devilish grin touching his lips as he stalked forward, each step predatory. Figured you'd be dead by now. growled the beast with a deep baritone voice as the smile grew on his maw and he closed the distance between them, but he was aware of her weapon, for it sat at her side. She obviously learned from last time they met. It kinda made him flattered. Do you remember me? the man asked as he approached a shoreline and he dipped his feet into the water, soon, the soot and soil starting to cloud the water.

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Amy spun around, hackles raised. She knew that voice far too well. The dog's face contorted with anger, gripping the knife in her hand. She hated him, she truly did. For what he did to her, Amy wished to kill him. To show him the absolute humiliation of what he'd put her through. You. He was covered in dirt again, his tri-colored fur black. Even the scars that marked him were more difficult to see. You always look like you need a bath when I see you. She moved as he approached the water, measuring for a weakness she could take advantage of. She wasn't just going to let him push her around the same as he had last time.


The question was met with another snarl. There was no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how many times she had dreamed about his body, broken at her feet. How many times she had thirsted for his blood, wishing she could take him down. The water began to darken, the dirt coming off his body. It wasn't the color she knew it to be yet, though she hadn't gotten a very clear look last time either. Half drowning tended to make seeing a person a lot more difficult than it normally was.


Amy moved towards him, hips swaying. Pretending interest in him Amy let her eyes wander over his body. He wasn't bad looking, if he didn't fit her tastes. He was more the kind she would kill than the kind she would sleep with. At the last minute she swung the hand holding the knife forwards, striking to drive it into his chest.

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OOC: Sorry for the wait, I got too ahead with Mars over my other characters so i had to play catch up with them.

Hurricane had that sickly sweet grin on his face as he looked at the dog woman. If he was any type of wolf, he'd know that she was a dog, and little of much else. That was, if he even cared, which he obviously didn't. However, because he was a male, and he was part wolf, he was larger, and stronger than the woman would ever be. She recognized him and told him that he always looked as if he needed a bath when she saw him. It was true, but the woman did not know that he blackened his pelt on purpose, not only to smother the scent of the pack he belonged to, but also to lead on the appearance that his pelt was completely black, no white or brown like Mars and Bartholomew had. Ice blue eyes were on the woman, and his hackles were raised on his back, though the fur was all mucky and stuck together. Again, he came at her to where she could not easily get to the shore, it was a surprise what the woman did though. Instead of running, she came right at him.

Her hips sway deliciously, and her eyes seemed to glaze over in a seductive glare. He became slightly confused because only moments before the woman was snarling at him. His ears fell back on his head instinctually and his body tensed up. He didn't trust her, no matter what her scent told the instinctual male. She came in close, and once she did, she thrusted a knife towards him, in which he took the woman by the arm that was extended with the knife and he took his other hand and yanked it from her hand. Oh, really, you fucking bitch? You really are going to try to fucking stab me? I should fucking stab you, you stupid fucking whore. snarled the beast as he started to breathe heavily. This made her scent make it's way in and out of his nose several times, and he could feel the pit of his stomach start to heat up. He huffed as he held the woman by her one arm, (the one that had the ring) and he brought her close to him, putting his face right in hers. But, I'm not going to, because there's something more I want from you right now. a seductive growl accompanied a hand movement that had his other free hand boldly going to touch her waist, and he curved her hip with that hand and he ended with his fingers boldly going to the folds of the woman and he stuck his middle finger up there, as if to test the waters.

Deny me, and I'll make sure you're dead by the end of this. snarled the man, a wicked grin forming on his face only seconds after the snarl presented itself. He was planning on having fun tonight and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him.

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Her strike didn't work. He grabbed her arm, ripping the knife out. Snarling Amy twisted in his grip. There was no way she was going to let him beat her again. Her ears flattened back, listening to him snap at her. I'm the whore? I'm not the one that's all heated up from a single touch! Alright, so she was fairly sensitive at the moment. That did not mean that she was a whore. She had control, and she chose her lovers with care. This was not going to be one of them.


Drawn in close to him Amy bared her teeth, listening to him speak. I'm not up for grabs, you filthy piece of trash. She was not going to be taken by him. She wasn't afraid. Her pride didn't leave room for that. There were only a handful of times that she'd been afraid. When the Anathema medical wacko had almost made her deaf, when her brother had murdered her sister, and when she'd taken her first kill. This wouldn't be one of them.


Oh, this was beyond disgusting. She could feel the debris from his travels trailing over her body as he attempted to charm her. A single finger stroked her folds, and she snapped. Her jaws lunged up to grab at his face. Bringing her in so close to his wasn't such a good idea, giving her a nice little gap to go for the jugular. Her aim was slightly below that, planning on cracking his jaw. At the same time she kicked out with her leg, raising it to can him.

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OOC: I was absent for the past two weeks. That's why I didn't post. hope you don't mind the pp.

She called him the whore. He let out a long cackle in her face as he stared at her with his bright, yet icy blue eyes. His hackles stood on his back as he stood in front of her, his one hand that touched the inside of her had removed itself from there, and it gave him a free hand just as the woman decided to speak again about how she wasn't up for grabs, and how he was a piece of trash. Hurricane's smirk broadened at the statements. Who cared if she was up for grabs or not? Certainly not Hurricane. He'd take what he wanted, when he wanted it, and he wanted it now. There was little way that the woman would be able to get out of this. He'd make sure she was either pregnant or dead by the end of this night. This was for sure.

She snapped at his face, and he was quick to pull his face away, but not without her clipping his neck, giving him a small cut on his right side. He could imagine that she got a lot of mud and ash in her mouth from biting him though. When her leg popped up to kick him, he took his free hand and he grabbed her thigh mid-kick and then he pulled her thigh towards him, in attempt to throw her off balance now that he had one arm and one leg, he pushed at her arm and pulled at her leg to try and make her tumble down to the ground, so he could take what he wanted.

He snarled as he got her to tumble down to the ground, and he pinned her when she was down, his legs locking her hips to the ground, and his hands went to her arms, and he pulled them above her head so that he could get both of her hands controlled by only one of his arms, and use the other to spread her legs for himself because he knew that she wasn't going to willingly spread them. I told you, resisting is futile. snarled the male as he tightened his grip on her arms to keep her from struggling.

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She tasted blood, as well as the disgusting mixture that he used to turn his fur black. Smiling slightly she twisted, only to have her leg caught. Pulled closer Amy struggled, snarling as she fought the awkward motion he induced. Alas, it wasn't to be. She was thrown to the ground, his body slamming into her roughly to stop her from fighting against him. Snarling she continued to struggle, even as her arms were slowly being forced up to make it easier for him to hold her. A twist of the wrists ensured a wide grip would be needed if he was going to do that though.

She didn't bother speaking anymore, lunging up to snap at him again, aiming to tear at any part of him and just hurt him. She wouldn't go down easily. She wasn't going to be taken like this! Striking out as hard as she could Amy twisted her wrists, moving it so she could slip them out of his grip. Baring her teeth she struck out, claws moving to tear across his flesh and draw the blood that she'd already tasted. She was stronger now. It wouldn't be like last time.
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Halalalalaaa.


He was too distracted by the woman and her scent to even feel the pain of the cuts in the side of his neck caused by the woman. He saw the expressions on the woman change from confident to angry, a look that suited the woman well. Hurricane loved to wipe that smug look of confidence of her fucking face though, for he had done it before, and it was amusing to him to do so. Maybe this time he would finish the job, he hoped to either see her dead, or that stupid look of smugness to go away forever. .He wanted to break her, entirely. He wanted to destroy something that thought it was beautiful. He was determined to destroy it.


He was still over her, his legs pinning her hips against the soft earth beneath them. It was not the best place to have her to do such an act, since the water made the earth soft and muddy on this part of the shore, but Hurricane did not think about this right away. Hurricane was more focused on getting control of the woman rather than him paying much attention to where they were at on the shore. Sure, he did feel the water on his thighs, but he didn't realize that's what he was feeling on his leg. He still was trying to get her wrists together and in one hand when she twisted and that one wrist came loose from his hand. He growled in frustration, and she went up and lunged at his face again, which resulted in Hurricane raising up and to get away. Her reach did not get him this time, but her free arm rose up after that and she grabbed at his chest, and three of her claws caught his skin and ripped through the flesh there. He rose his free arm to her with his hand balled into a fist and he came down upon her several times, each time he aimed for her face. Rage was beginning to take him over, and he would only stop to take a look of the damage that has been done.


He took to not even speaking as well. He didn't need to speak anymore really. At least, for these short moments he didn't need to speak. A sadist smile was cast over his lips and a crazed look stayed in his eyes as he just continued to go at this woman. It all stopped when he caught a glimpse of metal in the sand beneath them. It was her knife that he disposed of. He quickly grabbed it and held it to her throat. Hit me again, scratch me again, and I'm going to cut out your trachea and eat it. the man snarled in her face, his voice dominant, threatening, crazed, and over-all...serious. He even started to put a pressure on her throat with her own sharpened knife. This can be easy, or it can be hard. I....I like it both ways.. snarled the beast as he sat on top of her, a cackle coming from his maw and his curled tail wagging in between her legs.




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The hybrid jerked away from her, blood dripping from his chest. Amy licked her lips at the sight, a dark triumph on her features. Amy wasn't going to go down as easily as he imagined that she would. She would give as good as she got. Worse, if she had the chance. Amy slithered, twisting to break the one arm free of his grasp. Hopelessly she twisted, almost appearing to shimmy at the end of the length of his arm. Again and again she moved to strike at his arm, working to free herself so she could finally get out. Perhaps she could draw a dagger on him. If she could reach one.


Her eyes widened as his fist came forwards. Amy ducked the first blow, but she didn't get as lucky the second time. Painfully Amy sagged down a little, trying to keep fighting. The blows didn't stop though, each time just as painful. Blood dripped from her face now, her teeth bared in an ugly snarl. He only slowed when he found her knife. Her knife! Having it turned against her was humiliating. Amy laid still, watching him, disgusted by his actions. She spat in his face, but didn't struggle beyond that. If he was going to take it, she wasn't going to allow him any pleasure from it. As soon as he finished Amy was going to make sure he couldn't father anymore children.


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Halalalalaaa.


Sooner or later, after much fighting, Hurricane was able to get control of the woman. The fists to the face seemed to work their charm, for the woman slumped down, but she still had that ugly snarl on her maw, along with blood, dripping down her face. She looked like a mess. Hurricane liked it, for some reason. He felt like he was destroying some piece of Art that some famous painter did a long time ago. He grew so excited about this whole thing that he really didn't think he could fight anymore, even if he wanted to. He just wanted to fuck, so bad now and her scent did not make his urges any better. No. They really didn't. The woman beneath him spat in his face but made no other movement to try and leave, nor did she speak to him. He liked it when she shut the fuck up. It was a lot better than her talking, because he didn't particularly enjoy her voice. Something about the pitch. It just made him angrier when she talked, so it was a good move for her to just stop everything.


When she spat in his face though, he took his hand and smacked her across the face. Don't fucking spit on me either, bitch. snarled the wolfdog as he finally started to realize that they were not on dry land. There was still some water beneath them, and so he carefully grabbed both of her wrists and he got up, and then dragged her against the ground until she was on the shoreline to where they'd be at least somewhat dry, and once she was there, kicking and all, he quickly found his way back on top of her, and he pushed her legs apart. He continued to hold one hand up against the woman's neck with the blade, and the other hand went down to his pants. His legs wedged against her own so that she would not close her legs, and once he was able to unzip his pants, his dick easily found itself excited.


He growled lightly before he pushed himself roughly into her, and he pulled out slightly and pushed back in. He was no gentle lover, never was, never would be. He thrusted into her, and he went as roughly as he wanted to, taking no heed for any growls, or yelps in objection to his actions. Nor did he forget to continue to hold that knife at her neck to remind her that he would and could easily end her life right here, and right now if he so chose to. Honestly he should have killed her the first time, but for some reason she did not die. He didn't remember why she didn't die, but she didn't and not only was that frustrating to him, but for some reason it made him even more sexually attracted to her. Too bad nothing else was really all that attractive to him though. Maybe they could have been a sadist couple on a rampage or something if he had seen any other value in the woman, but he didn't, so he continued to fuck her senselessly.





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The slap to her face was demeaning, a bright burning sensation through her face. Amy glared up at him, eyes burning with hate. She hated him deeply. Hated that he was more powerful, hated that he had a knack for finding her when she was her most vulnerable. Amy responded to the hit by spitting again, refusing to back down. She might have her life threatened, but that didn't mean she had to do everything he requested. Besides, she had a feeling he didn't really want to kill her.


The beast stood, and Amy took the opportunity to get to her feet. The knife was still at her throat, but she still thrashed. Control kept her upper frame steady, body heaving with exertion as she kicked out at him, trying to damage him. The blows rained against his body, but it didn't stop. She wasn't able to get enough force in her blows to break loose from his grip and get away from the knife. Again she was forced to the ground, this time out of the water. Snarling she tried to hold herself still, to keep herself from bending as he wished.


He was much more powerful than her though, and her legs were forced open. Bare to the world Amy stared at the sky, keeping herself perfectly still as he roughly thrust into her. The rough movement was just the kind she loved, but there was no response. No moans, no cries, no growls, just him pumping into her body. He might as well have been doing something that was dead with all the response she gave, biting her lip on occasion to halt what cries tried to escape.


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OOC:I figure we can close this soon. My next post will be him leaving more than likely.


If Hurricane didn't like warm bodies to fuck, then he probably would have just killed Amy the second time the bitch spit in his face. He had more of a brain than that though. He knew that there was no fun in fucking a dead body. There was no fear in the eyes of a dead woman, only that stale, cloudy look of death. He wanted the emotion, the fight of it all. This was why he kept her alive. His intentions were not at all clear this time around though, for he actually was doing this for a reason. Reason?! Hurricane? Reason? This is a huge developement, children. Yes, Hurricane had a reason behind what he was doing now, and it was all because of Mars' actions, and Mars' life. Now that Mars was becoming happy, Hurricane was starting to do things to purposely have Mars' family, and his happiness fall apart. Hurricane didn't realize that there would be a downside to his manipulation of the body, that affected Hurricane himself, but come on guys, Hurricane couldn't possibly come up with a genius plan. He wasn't a thinking type. He was a brute type that could think in pieces. In spurs, in complete instinctual reasoning. Amy was right in a sense that she thought that he did not want to kill her. He would not kill her, since last time it didn't quite work. This time would be different. He was going to be expecting to see her around a few months from now.


He continued his duty of thrusting into her with his dick, working to the point of no return from his perverted act. He cared not, for he performed this act several different times, in where the woman was not so lucky to live through it. She was making it hard for him though, the way she didn't scream, and she bit her lips to keep from moaning, or whining or making any sound really. He roughly pushed into her though, with no hesitation to push into her sharply, and even off rhythm a few times to make it as painful as possible. He wanted a scream, a howl, something for him to know that he was doing a good job at hurting her. The cold bitch didn't deserve to be happy under him. No one did. She wasn't happy wither because she spit in his face once more, and in return he gave her a pressure on her throat with the knife. It was enough pressure for him to feel any growl or gulp she made. What did I say about the fucking spitting?! snarled the man as he gave her a deep and rough thrust and he kept the pressure on her throat with the knife.


His strange gaze was down on the woman as she stared back up at him with hatred in her eyes. He loved the look, honestly, because that was the only thing that she was giving him. She didn't know it yet, but he was going to be giving her a gift. A gift that would literally suck the life out of her if she let it. He chuckled as he thrusted in her roughly, with each thrust he was getting closer and closer to busting, and once he was done, he was gonna get the fuck out of here. He had other things to do, which included beating someone over the head with his nailed bat. A few times his chuckling was interupted by grunts of pleasure that waved through him.




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OOC okay



The sudden pressure broke a small whine from her. Angered by the show of weakness she grew still again, even as a particularly painful jerk rode through her body. She didn't care what he wanted, just that she didn't want to give it to him, and was fighting the best that she could, even when she was forced to give up so much. Her body ached in pain, the laughter grating on his nerves. Such a low beast, yet he had managed to take her and rutting against her as if she was some common animal. Amy would never forgive him for that. She would never forgive anyone for thinking that she could be used in such a way without consequences.


The swelling sent a shock through her. Too late Amy realized what this could mean, remembering the scent her body had born. Usually she ignored being in heat, pushing it away and moving on as if there was nothing more to it. She wouldn't be a slave to her instincts. He was though, and his actions could have terrible consequences. Calming herself Amy decided to ignore it. It couldn't happen. Not with someone like this. He was too weak, too stupid.


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OOC: Hurricane should get the biggest asshole award. >.>' We can close this now. And again sorry for the wait, and thanks for putting up with my slowness. :]

The small whine that came from her was what he was looking for, but the amount of restraint that the woman had was ashtonishing for him. It made sense that she survived his attack, she wasn't that weak of a woman. He knew she was weak in a way, but for her to be able to take a pounding, both in the vagina and in the face, she had to have some strength in her. Hurricane still saw little value for the woman other than to now carry his seed. He normally would have killed the woman once he was done, he knew that he was not going to kill her. Hell, she had gotten away once, and he was sure that he probably would fail to end her life once more if he tried. Or at least this time he would actually have to make sure that she was dead. He was lazy though, which was to her advantage.


He continued to do what he was doing, thrusting into her and pulling out ever so slightly until he felt himself swell inside of her. His thrusts turned into a clusterfuck of thrusts, with little hesitation and much less any real good rhythm. Soon though he was done, and he released his seed into her and he huffed as he just let himself pulse inside of her. He knew he was stuck there for a good while until he was able to leave. He tried to will his penis to loosen up though so that he could leave this woman to wallow now that she would have the children of Hurricane growing inside of her. He couldn't wait to see the child in all reality. He wanted it to fuck Mars over so bad. He wanted the child(ren) to destroy the Russo family. Them being the children of himself and Amy, they were bound to have some sort of evil in them. That's what Hurricane wanted.


He huffed and just breathed as he waited for his penis to unswell. While he waited though, he looked down at Amy with his icy cold gaze. He also kept the knife up to her neck just to make sure she didn't try anything funny. Soon came the time for him to leave though, for his tool became unswollen enough for him to pull himself the rest of the way out (probably at the expense of Amy, for it wasn't ready to come out, but he pulled out anyways) and once the cold air hit his junk it began to retract more. At that moment he got up and he pulled his pants back up. He held the knife in one of his hands still, and he made sure to kick the woman once to make sure she didn't get up too fast for him. Once he finished with his pants, he was quick to wander off and far from this place. At least now Amy could finish her bath.


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