just keep digging

Okay, Artisan was clueing in now. This man didn't want to eat him, he wanted to take his hole. Oh hell no. Artisan stood, placing himself stop the hastily dug pit and peeling back his muzzle defensively. "This is my fucking hole buddy, go make your own." He snarled, blue ooze dripping from his nose and down into his gums as he bared his teeth to the man. "You get that? Mine!" An already possessive man, paranoid Artisan would not allow this stranger two feet from his fucking sanctuary. If he had to he'd go gather every pirate that roamed Boreas and sick them on the man all at once for daring to take what was his.

He planted his feet firmly, lowering his head between his shoulders and snapping his teeth out in a mock bite. While he may not have been much of a fighter, Artisan was controlled now by the sickness that had already done it's work in convincing him that his hole was his salvation.

"Speech"