[OOC: So...That was as close to an evil ice pig as I could make. xD]

"Leetle gurls should nad be out all alone, da?"

Viktor's voice was heavily muddled by a thick accent - sounding vaguely russian, and yet it seemed disembodied, for Viktor was no where to be seen. Without warning, the calming sunset that Angora was enjoying disappeared behind a wall of blowing snow and ice. As the blizzard cascaded down around the cave that the mare was in, effectively trapping her, a thick and throaty laugh could be heard from outside:

"Hahh. Hahh. Haaaah"

(Just like that).

Viktor, was a 451lb ice-boar. He doesn't like to talk about his heritage, so don't' bother asking. Angora could likely hear the thick crunching of his steps as he moved towards the mouth of the cave; his hooves loudly thudding against the ground. The blizzard was whirling harder and faster now, creating every thing 5 feet of the cave and farther to disappear in a haze of white. The caves in the frozen arch were the perfect spot for Viktor to trap his meals - horses of all sorts wandered into to a dead-end, as if it were nothing, giving absolutely no regard to their safety. If he was lucky, he would trap a mother and her foal, or two lovers. He had eaten a large meal last week, and as he burned surprisingly little calories for such a hulking creature, would be perfectly satisfied from eating Angora.

"I will be ask-king the questions, nad you "

With a grunt which was unmistakably that of a pig, Viktor moved closer to the edge of the cave until his silhouette was visible despite the raging storm. Snorting again, trying to take in her scent and deduce what sort of meal she might be, he licked his chops in anticipation. "Come out, come out weir-ever you ahr " He called in a sing-song voice, looking to his left and right, as if he he didn't know Angora was corned right in front of him. Growing rapidly impatient, he began pawing at the ground. "Come oud so dat I can beginning to eat you. " He ordered, his tail briskly moving to and fro, slapping his pinkish skin. Then, with a smirk he called, "Oh look. Der is prinz charming come to rescue you. Oh no prinz!" Moving away from the mouth of the cave in a fake-scramble, he turned to call over his shoulder, "I am running avay from cave now. "

Hunkering down outside the mouth of the cave, Viktor waited impatiently, positive that Angora would fall for the trick. Equines were stupid, da? Greeted by only silence, Viktor frowned. Ahha! An idea! "I am prinz charming, come to save you " Viktor called in an entirely too feminine voice. But then again, how would a wicked ice-pig know what a prince sounded like anyways? Stifling a laugh, Viktor dropped his shoulders, tusks ready, absolutely positive this time, that Angora would come out.

He couldn't really tell if Angora had fallen for his prinz charming act, although he did hear her nicker softly. Did that mean she thought there really was a prince, who had come to rescue her? Good. With any luck, she was fat as well as dumb - she would be the perfect meal to tide him over for a few weeks. Just as he was about to advance further, he heard the sound of her hooves scrapping the icy floor, and the unmistakable wooomph, as her body struck the ground. "Da!" He called happily, imagining her unconscious within the cave; this was getting better and better.

With a boar-like squeal, Viktor charged through the halo of white which the blizzard had created, entering the cave. There, instead of seeing his meal laying fat and unconscious on the ground, he saw a scrawny mare cowering in the back of the cave. With a look of disappointment, Viktor sat down on his hefty haunches, frowning. "Vat is dis? You arh all skin und bones." Licking his yellowed tusks, Viktor sighed as he stared at Angora. "Ahr you not eeting vell, leetle gurl?" It was odd, but it almost sounded like there was concern in his voice. He certainly looked less threatening, sitting there on the ice with his hind legs splayed out to either side of his body, asking about Angora's nutrition.