What's Black and White and Red All Over?

Gut wrenching laughter tore from his vocals as the pained squeals of a creature littered the air. The helpless bird was pinned, bitten, then released as the beast watched is try to struggle away from him. Like a puppy, he would crouch down with his hindquarters in the air, tail wagging as the penguin struggled to its feet time and time again in a vain attempt to get away from the predator. Diablo brushed his face in the snow, viper gaze following every movement of the flightless bird until it was able to reach a distance of a few pitiful feet before he launched into action again. He bounded after it like a kitten on a catnip mouse, batting it over like a pin and his large paw the bowling ball. With a distressed squawk, the penguin fell on it's side as it turned to peck at Diablo's muzzle, getting in one good jab at his lower jaw until he held it's head down with right paw. He giggled again, drool dripping onto the birds matted feathers as he nibbled at it's wing. Yes, he was eating it while it still lived, enjoying every second of it's slow death. He'd tortured creatures before, but penguins were fun to play with. Their fat bodies were pumped with blubber, so this would be quite fun. Yellowed fangs would gnaw on the birds wing, the male now crouched as he muffled the birds cries between snow and flesh. Hopefully, nobody would come by to ruin his fun. He would guard this bird until he was done playing with it, until his thirst for blood was satisfied...for the day at least.

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