The waters have been peaceful for a while, not unlike the day when he arrived. The seas boiled with the whipping of the air, constantly frothing it into almost creamy whiteness. The under currents got affected as well, and as such, the monster had a hard time swimming through them, before he regained his bearing and eventually, returned to the island he had come to know and associate to as 'home'.

The beach was almost perfectly normal. The yellow sand reflected the color of his own eye, as well as glared hot at him when he had his head barely out to scan the beach. There was no one. Perfect time for him to resurface and try swimming half-submerged for a change.

He was almost about to do that when the mirage lifted and the girl came into view.

Ah, a typical girl who wanted to get out of the heat and into the cool waters. The dress she wore made up for one of the easiest, by far, to take off. Not that it was ugly, it hugged her form perfectly. It showed the monster more than he needed to see to convince him that his next victim was finally here.

As if chance was on his side, the girl waded into the water, knee-deep and almost wading into certain danger. He smiled, as a few of his tentacles began their long crawl towards prey.

He was going to go and grab her again, but had other plans.

He had never been into his favorite lair, just behind the waterfalls. It had green moss carpeting the floor, with a consistency almost unlike any other that it felt strangely like fine carpeting. It was cool, cold, and almost virtually unseen and unreachable.

Plus, it did seem like he needed a rest anyway. He did prefer trickery to any sort of thing, and he was feeling a bit peckish about forcing a girl right now.

So, he renewed his attack.

Without a warning he jumped out of the water, and never did bother to retract the tentacles that had come out. His towering presence was enough to make her speechless, but just to be sure, he bound her hands and her mouth, to avoid her from screaming.

When he was sure she was secure, his strong arms lifted her by the waist and flung her onto his shoulders. Sure of his bearing now, he began to run, jump, and leap inland, towards that little space in the middle of the forest that was his favorite zen spot.

She still managed to move despite being in the monster's clutches, or despite being flung over his shoulder and at high speed movement with the nimble fellow. She aimed for his crotch.

He did not know whether to laugh, or pity her, since the area where she aimed was the area where a large scale covered him up. She would surely hit this, but then a loud 'THUD' issued from the point of contact between her foot and the scale.

"..."

He did not feel anything at all, but the sudden movement of her feet made him lose his grip on her. And he was vaguely surprised by her initiating such a quick response after moving through the trees. He dropped her when he was so high up on a jump.

Sure enough that she would be wounded really badly when she fell, he followed after her. He wouldn't want a prize so callously injured to the point that it wouldn't be fun or she would not be pretty anymore.

In the midst of her free-fall Kouzakai watched the girl flip over in mid-air, in what perceived as instincts kicking. That weren't taught to the students here, that much he was sure. Still, he could not help but admire the girl's resiliency, even when clinging to the base of the tree he found out that the girl had no taste whatsoever for restricting garments known as 'underwear'.

That quick view of the tiny piece of eye candy between her shapely legs was enough to get him going, seeing that she would not need his help in avoiding injury, but rather would need to be recaptured once more.

That was the general notion. Upon landing on the ground she automatically hit it at a full-trot, running away from the monster, while he was still about to make contact with the ground.

Flashing some kind of brilliance as well, yet unseen by the girl, he tucked his legs in and made a turn in mid-air. As he hit the ground he had used his hand to raise him up in the air again, using a flip, and he landed a few feet behind the running girl.

That was enough for him. He shot out two tentacles aimed for the girl's sprinting feet and left the rest of the job to them.

Never did miss their target, those wondrous features of the monster's anatomy.

He started to quickly drag her, taking care not to drag her along the unforgiving ground. He wanted her unblemished; not with a fault. Specially when he saw the jewel which he sought to conquer.

Slowly he lifted her up, kicking and struggling, and resumed his trek to the forest clearing, which proved to be a short one.

(OOC: gah block...)

Now that's a million dollar question, that.

The monster dropped her roughly onto the grass covered ground, not paying attention to the fact that earlier, he had seen her glistening sex already moist with unknown anticipation, meaning she had no undergarments to cushion the fall. But that was not what he was after.

He made sure that any trail leading here was covered...and that no one would at least bother them.

The he returned to his prize. and looked at her, towering over her and blotting out the pale moon while looking at her body on the ground. It was such a highly inviting scene, with her skirt up to her waist as she sat on the ground.

" Hmm...I doubt that you have no idea of what I really want." he said, licking his lips, anticipating the 'meal' to come.

The island did offer diversity for the monsters, and every day a new one with a slightly different attitude from the other girls surfaced. One minute he got the demure pent-up hornprincess...the next he got the salivating bitch. And now here was another one with a different wiring.

Earlier he did enjoy chasing and trapping her, since she showed a bit of fear in the process. She seemed to want to run...and run she did, exceptionally. But it was, as always, in the end they always were meant to lose.

Now, here they were in the clearing, and it seemed fear was gone. The monster was honestly confused. In place of the girl's fear was a monotone emotion, seemingly devoid of emotion in actuality. She spoke as if she was hypnotized; though he knows, last time he checked, he did not have any pheromones nor powers of any sort, so he's genuinely sure that he was not the one causing this.

She asked questions in the same monotone, almost slightly dreamy voice.

" Me? Oh yes, you can say I'm a monster..." the monster answered in a pleasantly surprised voice. " As for my name, suffice it to say that I'm a sea monster."



Though of course, there always is that one question that gets him right in the pleasure center.

" Oh, a dream?" he looked at her pleasantly displayed honey box. " Yes, you might call it that." He offered a hand to help her up from the ground. From what he's seen, he gives a guess that this would turn out to be really enjoyable after all.