A snarl fluttered across the painters lips as the pig trapped beneath his claws let out another whimpering squeal. It was a fine pig, plump and ripe for the picking. Of course, it wasn't Eloakasin's pig, but that was precisely why he had chose it for a nice afternoon meal. No, this was one of the fool pixie's hogs. It had seemed so happy to roam about the grass hut with its master snoozing nearby, so...contemptuous. He'd made up his mind in an instant, swooping silently down to snatch away the hog, smothering its squeals of protest with a hook-clawed paw.So now he had the pig. Surely Kitxoone would miss it before long, but by then there would be nothing left to find, not even a hoof...The striped painter snickered at the cowering pig, tracing his blue tongue over his neon teeth. "Such a tasty morsel...It would be a shame to waste you, but perhaps my cause would be bettered by a little magical experimentation instead..." He leers at the pig, thoughts of testing acids, black holes, beams of energy on the animal...Of course, that would mean finding dinner elsewhere.
"A pity," He drawled, "That I can't do both." Obviously sick with fear, the hog let out a wild squeal before crumpling slack beneath the painter's thick forelegs. Elo' chuckled at the poor thing, pawing roughly at it while he considered the best thing to do with his captured prey.
