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It bored him, the same thing every day. Killing SilverFurs and other common creatures left and right. he wanted something something new, something that would provide even a slight thrill to break his apathy and indifference. Even his life as a hunter was dull, too many low class villains to count.

His stomach was protesting, calling for food. He sighed, not much wanting to head into town. He was very well-known, and attracted much attention, not just with his reputation, but with his looks as well. Girls and boys alike swooned over him, following him, wanting to "spend time together." Thrash had no interest in any of them. Besides, all they wanted was sex, and he was not providing it.

His stomach whined again, getting annoyed at his disobedience. Giving in, he headed towards the nearest town, Kuriken.



No more than a few steps past the town gate, and already there were people staring, some crowding. Lusty demons and Drakens, the people of the Black World, surrounded him. He continued walking, ignore them and they'll go away. Or at least he wanted it to work that way. But no such luck.

Just as he was ready to give up and go back to eat the remains of the dead SilverFur, there was a high pitched scream, coming from the market. His fans scattered in fear, forgetting about their obsession. Without hesitating for even a half a second, he ran towards the scream.

The usually noisy and bustling market was now silent as they watched the unfolding scene before them. A small girl, crying. She seemed to be asking her mother to buy her something, and her mother was denying. The child was throwing a fit, and drawing all sorts of attention. People were whispering, and the mother looked frustrated.

Thrash, seeing no danger, began to turn to leave, as another scream split the air, this one urgent. People were gasping. He faced the scene once again, but there was something different this time.

There was a large, hulking man there, like an ominous wall of sweat and hair, holding up the small girl by one of her arms. The girls mother was horrified, the girl more so.

"What a whiny li'l runt she is." The man grunted, jerking the girl from side to side, more terrified screams escaping from her. The mother pleaded with him to release her, but the man would not comply. Rather, he continued his cruel act. He swung her around, then let go, sending her flying towards a stone wall.

((Ho Ho ho. the suspense.))