To absorb them!...

To eat them!...

To cause them to disappear!..." Ulysses beheld her as on that first day near the temple of the poet, possessed with a fierce wrath against men, longing extravagantly for their extermination.
Their digestion finished, the polypi had begun to swim around, and were now horizontal skeins, fluting the tank with elegance.

They appeared like torpedo boats with a conical prow, dragging along the heavy, thick and long hair of their tentacles.

Their excited appetite made them glide through the water in all directions, seeking new victims.
Freya protested.