Blissfully unaware of the unstoppable death whirling his way, Jazen pulled out of his latest cumbloated victim, but not before casually relieving himself in both of her cumfilled holes, grunting in relief as he emptied his bladder within the poor mouse.  He was considering eating her before his ears perked at a strange whirring and buzzing in the distance... that was growing closer.  He narrowed his eyes, cocking his head to the side and stepping to the side of the poor moaning mouse girl when suddenly the sound was much closer.  The whirling disk of death shot right for... the mouse!  His potent seed, the rubbing of his fur on her back and body, and of all things, his actual "scent" permeated from the poor girl before she was utterly annihilated by whatever the hell just tore through the city to find Jazen.  Oh hell.  She was pissed.  He didn't stop to see if that "taste" of his was enough to destroy the object, and simply ran for it.  It seemed he had his own scent to track, and quickly.  Even if the thing wasn't hunting him, she may just send a couple, and that wasn't a risk worth taking.  He sprinted along the streets and rooftops at a manic pace, trying to keep as much rubble and debris around him should another of the disks, or the same one come after him, in the meantime good fortune struck again as he sprinted up on a young girl being closed in on by several furs.  He scooped her up and dashed onward.  It would seem a few more of these "decoys" could come in handy as he hurridly speared the hapless girl on his girth, twisting her mind with erotic illusions till she was hurridly pounding her snatch up and down his member.   Meanwhile, he zoomed through the streets, following that elusive, feminine scent.  This was going to be tricky.  He silenty cursed himself again.  The immortals were never worth it.