@sordidscriptures ( Sheep )
in response to this.
".....Were you expecting any different?"
In a sense, the ammonite was correct in their assessment. The annihilation of these soldiers would put him in a better mood, soon enough. Their soft white fur tore easily between his gnashing teeth. His hammer beat senselessly on their fluffy bodies as if he were merely playing a game of whack-a-mole. Viscera exploded across the length of his coat, painting the merciless octopi in an even darker shade of red. He was to bask in the gore of their opponents until his cognizance blackened from the massacre and carnage of it all. An intoxicating escape from seemingly endless troubles looping in his brain awaited him. Brutal killings such as these, without any hesitation, were capable of fulfilling an itch he was never able to scratch in the Blue Sea. His once hidden desire, the unexplainable urge of a Kraken, to maim and slaughter could only be satisfied in the divine Sea of Death.
Once their burden was no more, Fukami breathed out a contented sigh. Sweat fell from his brow as a sickeningly sweet smile appeared on his face, clearly proud of his hard work. His tentacles were still twisting and turning around broken off limbs. The anger had drained from his face throughout the battle; criminal stimulation caused his annoyance to ease away. Instead, he lingered in a state of euphoria: the high that kept him in such a deep state of loyalty for the red sea.
Still, he could not help but stiffen ever so slightly when Sheep draped themself over his shoulders. They were almost as light as a feather, so much so that it brought a single hand upward to caress one of Sheep's cheeks to be sure he was not imagining the embrace. After all, it wouldn't have been the first time he dreamt of being held.
Their touch was welcome. Physical interactions of any variety were always his weakness. Affection was hard to come by. He acknowledged how starved he was of it. No one in their right mind wanted to touch a monster. And yet, their fellow denizen clung to him without a care. Only two other people had ever dared to touch him so casually; one of them was the witch killed by his hands while the other was the ambassador who offered him such a path of deceit in the first place.
He removed his hand from Sheep's cheek before continuing their patrol. "Hm, something like that," Fukami finally answered, as his eyes danced across their surroundings; idly checking to see if there were any fighters he missed on his rampage.
“I shouldn’t be complaining. At this rate, I will never be bored."
Fukami shrugged. "One day, I can thank Princess Tosatsu personally for being so generous...... I've lost track of the body count."