Turning his head to look up at 'Smith' from his quadropedal posture, the Evolutionist Mutt chuffed, causing otherwise invisible, gill like slits on either side of his neck to puff out. Then, looking to the girl and the steak she brought, he pushed off the ground, coming to a bipedal stand, fists clenching and chest swelling. Needle like teeth were bared and the quills on his back(some as much as two feet long) flared up, before abruptly lunging foreward, head splitting open in two to show a deep, wide gullet and long, wiry tongue.<br/><br/>The sound which escaped was the stuff of nightmares. A<a class="externalLink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLyiHHEHylw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">ROAR</a>that echoed across all of Mundina nade, shaking the wall with the positively savage force it exuded! Spittle flew, people were startled, and by the end of it, the girl holding HIS plate of bloody, raw meat shivered, blinked, and collapsed unconscious. Preferring  thoughtlessness to the cold horror which was staring her down... The beast in question huffed again, claws flexing before dropping back to all fours and grabbing his meat.<br/><br/><span style="color: rgb(179, 0, 0)">Weak bitches were bad for breeding...</span><br/><br/>Snapping the slab of uncooked flesh in his 'maw', Shak'arg slunk under the table to ear in peace, quills scratching the table's underside audidably, glowing eyes glaring out from the darkness as a slow, uncivilized series of tearing and smacking sounds could be heard...<br/><br/><span style="color: rgb(179, 0, 0)">Fools interrupt food...</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>