"You evil swine of the darkness, don't run from me!" shouted a voice outside the manor, using a fairly unusual english accent. "I swear by all that is good in this world, I WILL destroy you." the voice said to, a butterfly. Yes indeed. A butterfly. It was a young Sligoo, with an unusual red little spot along what could be defined as this shell-like apparatus on his back. It was running around just shouting at a butterfly, chasing it for no true reason at all. There was nothing else for it to do, it was the only entertaining thing it wanted to do in that moment. The body of this Sligoo was slimey, quite slimey, to the point where it DID look as though it were completely made of slime. Swagger was the name of this little oddball.
Soon after it had managed to corner the butterfly near one of the many trees outside of the manor, it kept jumping up to catch it in its small hands.