-How many nights?-

The air was tucked in with a heavy white blanket of fog, rolling and rising throughout the trees. It wasn't impossible to see through it. If enough effort and focus was exhausted by one they could see ten to fifteen feet. There was an aura of eeriness in the air, uncoiled like a snake lying on a thick branch. -How many nights?- had passed since that brawl with the huntress, ticking away in that chained prison? So many things had happened since then, one such event. He had been freed from that helmet prison and for once his powerful jaws opened wide.

"Pleeaa-"

A hushed exhale from someone who's life had all but drained away. The flash of an outstretched arm, fingers splaying open as if the sap were reaching for a God. "K-Ki" Yes, in due time. He stood there on that rock, breeze rolling over his short black hair. The newly rebuilt mask sat gripped in his right hand as he stared at the falls. It had been willfully removed by a special blacksmith. Then broken down and reformed into a new type of weapon. Leather straps were installed to the back of it, and along the jaw for the sheer purpose of getting cinched down. The gold and onyx black head ornament had received fresh serrated fangs.

"Que c'est beau" -How beautiful.-

Victor spoke out gleefully and his arms outstretched as he gave praise to the waterfall. The muscles in his biceps and the ones that ran along his ribcage flexed heavily. "Sav….ee…m-m-ma." That's right. The blacksmith who had helped him in so many ways, gorgeous long blonde hair, freshly tan skin… and tantalizing green eyes to match. That man had changed him. "I must thank you. Mon Amour." -My love.- A flash of glowing pink iris' flared across the white mist as he turned to the body. A bright gleam of hunger savagely burning inside those sweet colored orbs. "You are but the second. To gift me freedom. However, such as the first one. You rolled fucking poorly."

With delicate hands the cannibal lifted the mask once again to his scarred skull. Chuckling as the chilled metal kissed his cheekbones, tightening the straps along the back one by one. Victor's eyes peered through the sockets once again and he looked down upon the Smith. A gorgeous painting splashed against that bright gray stone. "Freedom and a meal." The unforgiving rasp of his baritones set the mood, stepping toward the oozing flesh heaps.

The smith was littered with gashes as he struggled to inhale and exhale. There was a stream of vibrant red running over the left corner of that opened mouth. The demon crouched down on all fours like a feral ape. Slowly taking over the body as he grabbed the torn leggings of the man, running a sharpened nail over his jawline.

-W–hhh-y-

"All creatures deserve to eat. Do they not?"

The voice bled through the air as he cut the seams quickly, crouching between the set of thighs as he inhaled deeply. Quickly, Brutally, Savagely? There were no words as curved metal tore into the fatty flesh of that left thigh. It was the sound that was grotesque, flesh popping. The sounds of metal snapping against metal.

-Clang. Clang.

A ghostly cry as the blacksmith let out one of his final breaths, hands washing themselves in blood as that monster sat on his stomach. The leg was lifted in the air as he used his right hand to cover the mouth, until it stopped moving. -How many nights? Since a real hunt had been finished.-

Time stamped, before Vaddix traveled to lady Belsante

There had been rumors of a treasure hidden away on this island. Yet, none of the stories had given any precise location to it. They were all but whispers upon the wind, none to be taken seriously by any true pirate. What kind of man would he be had he not sought it out with his own crimson eyes? The captain of Hell's Tundra stepped into a clearing as he explored further. It was a serene evening and a veil of moisture had engulfed the island. He had always been a man of high quality offerings.

Tonight was one such occasion. All the sounds of nocturnal wildlife, water rushing through rivers and streams. It all set his heart on fire, but that flame was nothing compared to her. The memories of the evening on that ship, her scent, taste, and body's delicate grooves…. Left a wildfire burning within his titanic body. The titan stepped softly over a bushel of flowers, taking but a moment to allow his fingertips the delight.

"Grow strong."

The brutish man spoke softly as he removed his helmet, pressing red lips against the bright purple petal. Then he rose up again and redonned the ash black helmet. Tonight wasn't just a journey for treasure, nye, it was a dusk meant for self reflection. Finally, Vaddix found himself at a waterfall, walking slowly as admiration filled his body. Though it was quickly disturbed due to the sounds of flesh splitting from bone. The glistening crimson orbs flashed over a purely brutal canvas.

Hunched over another man was one feeding upon the thigh meat. His head tilted as he slung the heavy dual edged ax over his right shoulder. Letting his wrist wrap idly around its hilt, approaching the duo silently despite his size. The pirate captain looked down over the dead man and blinked twice, how unfitting, to die at the hands of the mentally insane. There was a note of the finely toned muscles within this creature's body, bending down behind him.

His left hand would come to rest softly upon his left knee, watching the metal fangs bore into muscle and tendon alike. There was something to be loved in all of Earth's beings, life had always deserved a chance at romance. -Not this one.- This one was beyond all second chances. While he once considered himself a violent man from a savage life, his soul had all since been washed of that past. Now, he was a man of civilized intent, violence wasn't a way of life; but a weapon.

The titan set his palm upon the stone and curled his right leg until it touched his right buttock. In the blink of an eye his leg snapped out, slamming into that metal accessory on the creature's head. The shockwave and force behind that kick sent a bloody mist to mingle in the air with water vapor. Both the beast and the corpse were sent flipping into the pond below the fall.

He chuckled out and set his behemoth ax head first onto the stone face of the rock at his feet. His violent eyes filled with a vicious glaze as he readied himself for retaliation.


"Naslazhdayus' uzhinom, dvornyaga?" "Enjoying supper, Mutt?"


Combat: Health 200
Damage:20