Red wine will pour from the throat...

((OOC: Burn one more willpower, now at 1))

O-Yama races away from the three men on the stoop, focusing all his strength of mind to get away, and begins smashing the garbage can with his fist, hoping to burn the rage out of his system. He would deny the Oni as long as possible, seeking to stay the man, and not fall into his raging urges.

Narration:

With O-Yama's blood-enhanced strength, he makes short work of the big garbage, first punching and kicking it, denting it, then tearing it away from its mount and smashing it to pieces against the nearest light pole. Then, the Oni wanting more, he turns to the newspaper machines, kicking in the glass and punching the sides, leaving the machines bent and smashed open.

After a few minutes, finally the rage subsides, and O-Yama reasserts control. The Oni is not at rest - it is still hungry, demanding food, and O-Yama finds it difficult to keep from turning back to the men across the street - but for the moment the Man is in control.

Looking down, O-Yama ses that his hands are badly cut and scraped; if he were human, his blod not so thick, he would be bleeding a lot.

((ST Not: O-Yama sustained 1 Bashing damage taking out his frenzy on the street decor.))

I need blood, but I cant trust the Oni this night...O-Yama thinks as he looks down at his hands with regret. He struggles to cage the demon-beast and once he's sure he has it under control he grabs his phone out of his pocket. He looks at it reluctantly, then txts the Prince's cell as he makes his way to the Chapterhouse where his haven now resides after taking Shadow as his liege. He hopes the Prince answers quickly, not trusting himself completely this night.