Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30921738-20180813175759/@comment-26510374-20180817180040

Gizzern had caught, well, something. A y tiny little black thing with tentacles. It smelled funny, but it was something. Presently the black octopus(?) thing was struggling under his claws and making odd noises. Then Gizzern jumped. The stupid thing had shocked him and now it was getting away! Snarling with anger, he bounded after it, pinned it down and ripped into the back of its head with his teeth.

It wasn't flesh, or it didn't taste like flesh. Gizzern spat it out immediately, sputtering with rage. Awful! With a loud roar, he threw  temper tantrum in the form of ripping the goop thing. He didn't care if he drew attention to himself. Who was around, anyway?

Gizzern stomped on the bits of goop before taking a few deep breaths.

(the phantom is a pet phantom of six's, it wandered off, got lost, and is now incredibly dead)