Porkdo: A Tale of Vengeance and Pickle Relish. (Spoiler)

A door creaked open and a new fang stumbled feebly out of the melding box. "Your name is Porcelius," announced an eerie voice. The voice's owner looked more closely, seeing the piggish features on his face and the crumpled wings sprouting from his back. She sneered disgustedly and a spasm of disappointment crossed her face. "This one is a reject," she said menacingly.

A gray fang roughly grabbed the limp fang and dragged him out of the melding room into the Throg dungeon leaving an unnoticed trail of luminescent fluid behind him.

Porcelius gasped as he came to. He heard the sullen groans of unknown creatures all around him, mirroring his own despair. He found himself very thirsty and wandered through the dungeon in hopes of finding water or finding an exit.

He had been wandering for what seemed like many hours, passing by other failed melding attempts when he passed two fangs who had passed through the blackwood on a perilous and unguessed mission of their master. They obviously had failed in whatever their mission had been and were in a foul mood.

"Hey Skap, what's this creature here?" the smaller of the two asked.

"I don't know Lyn; it appears to be a cloven of sorts," Skap replied.

"Will it make a convincing substitute?" Lyn asked.

"It will have to," said Skap, "the commander said that he would report us to the big boss himself if we failed."

"Then we'll have him," his partner replied, as he picked up his net and trident.

Porcelius quickly opened his until-then-forgotten wings which prevented the net from enveloping him. He pulled the net off of himself and dodged a blow from the spear. With a quick beat of his wings, he left the ground and circled around the two fangs grabbing a dead limb from the top of a tree and swinging the branch into the two fangs. He landed as the two fangs crumpled to the ground.

"Skap, this one is going to be too much trouble; we should probably let him go," Lyn said.

"No one topples a fang," his partner replied grimly, stringing an arrow to his bow.

Porcelius quickly grabbed Lyn's bow arm putting his right arm in the crook of the fang's arm and pulling back the hand. The fang shrieked as his shoulder dislocated and he crumpled to the ground writhing like a slain snake.

Skap started back and turned and ran back to the cave entrance disappearing into the tunnel narrowly dodging the trident thrown from Porcelius.

Porcelius turned to deal with the remaining fang but stopped at what he saw. The Fang's bow arm was shriveling as a lit newspaper starting at the hand and continuing into the rest of his body. The entire fang was soon reduced to a pile of ash.

Porcelius was stunned at what he had just witnessed. He hadn't dealt any serious injury to the fang so what caused it to disintegrate into dust? He turned, glancing back to see a malicious glare emanating from the cave entrance.