Various little blurbs about Kochev

The rage from the parasite that welled within him was hard to subdue. Unfortunately when it was moody, he would be moody too and vice versa. It was never a great situation in that regard. He was feeling like he should rip someone apart, and who else should he do that to than the little bastard who got in his way and dared to bring harm to him and his forest with his two now-dead fools. It was so easy- far too easy to teleport him, but the tortle's quick reaction to his command and the excellence of its execution pleased him quite a lot, enough to cause him to grin in such a sick and twisted manner that hinted at more to come. He was going to reign hell upon this reptile. Strip him of his flesh- heal him- and then do it again. Break each toe and finger, and then poof! Regenerated. To be in the hands of a torturer who can heal you would be a fate worse than death. He was going to make this disgusting maggot bleed for eternity. Keep him at the bare minimum of alive. Enact such pain that reflected many, many weeks of suppressed anger and rage onto him. The others of the group do not matter to him. If they try to stop him, he will have the tortle remove them. As much as he would adore them to be under his command as well, he doubted they shared the same views as him and the tortle...Truly. What a surprise it was, but pleasant indeed. For once someone understood the forest and wished to join it on their own volition. Such kindness would be rewarded nicely when they were to return.