11th Cylus 717
With his new prized possession in hand, Fridgar made his way through the iced-over streets. A bronze boar under his arm. The beast squealed what Fridgar perceived to be happy noises. "Yes, piggy. I know. You can't wait to go home, can you!?" Fridgar lifted the beast from under his arm, holding it in front of him while he spoke like people normally do to babies. The creature oinked with a snort. "Who's a good piggy? You are! Yes you are!" spoke the inherently mad Lothar as he walked down the street. With a grim smile, he tucked the creature under his arm. The piggy was going to die and make a lovely snack for Fridgar, it's bronze hair would make a nice trait for borrowing. All of this was unknown to the pig, and he'd best keep it that way.
He plucked one of the beast’s hairs as he walked, earning a screech and some thrashing about from the helpless beastie under his arm. Hair made of metal, all that could come to mind was shifting into a were-bear with lightweight, flexible armour all over his body. He shuddered with delight, it was a brilliant idea. One that he could even apply to the Ryon, though with its already thick mane, adding more armour almost felt like over-kill. Still though, he had to first get home with the creature. No time to spare, especially not with what happened with the Anaconda a few trials ago.
While walking, a thought came to mind. Could the beast understand him? Only one way to find out. He held the boar out in front of him and looked it dead in the eyes. "Bacon." He spoke, hunger in his tone. The creature squirmed, thrashing wildly with horrific squeals. Fridgar laughed, tightening his grasp on the boar. "Mwahahaha! What's the matter, Piggy? Everyone likes Bacon!" Fridgar chuckled, putting a lot of weight on the final word. The beast had apparently had enough and bit Fridgar's arm, sinking its tusks into his flesh. Fridgar gave a very delayed roar of pain and immediately dropped the boar.
The creature immediately got up to its feet and scampered off into the darkened city, squealing ferally. "GET BACK HERE, PIG!" Fridgar snapped, turning to chase the creature only to slip and fall, flat on his front. He watched as the outline of the pig disappeared into the darkness, disappearing. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He cried out, sitting himself up in the snow. He waited in silence, anger overcoming his features.
he stood himself up, on the brink of exploding and charged a nearby house, punching its stone walls in a flurry of fists, growling with hatred. "STUPID PIG!" he roared, clearly unimpressed. His punches slowed down to a point that his temper quelled with him. Tears began to stream down his cheeks. "Stupid... Pig..." he whimpered. A final punch connected the wall before he slid down to his knees, resting his head on the random building as he began to cry, whimpering and blubbering like a really big baby.