Kill It n' Grill It

With the woman out of the hold and Oxx shaking off the clinging dirt, he was ready to go. Due to her fat, err... pregnant... state, the woman wouldn't be chasing the elk with him. Oxx shrugged and rolled his shoulder. "Be ready, I guess." He didn't know what she would really do, but as long as she did something, he'd let her have a bite.

Striding off into the trees, Oxx put his nose to work. He scented the elk and his mouth began to water. The anticipation was real. He wanted so badly to sink his teeth into some nice, red meat. If the hunt went south, perhaps he'd bite the purple woman instead. Wouldn't be the first time that he'd sampled that particular flavor.

With his nose to the ground, Oxx tracked the elk. He could hear them rutting and scraping antlers against trees in the distance. Hopefully they would run rather than turn and try to fight him. Stupid deer.

"Oxx Carpathius"