Call it old-fashioned
Supernatural Drabble Challenge, words: crapulous, grumpish, jargogle, elflock, gorgonize, cockalorum, brabble, beef-witted, fuzzle.
Summary: It might feel good to be a deadly hunter. It feels even better to be dead-on with the research.
The creature sat beyond the flickering light of the campfire, its shadow dancing on the desert sand together with those of huge saguaros and rocks. It watched the two men brabble about eating baked beans from the can or from the plate, and frankly, the creature was jargogled. In couldn't care less about their table manners, as long as they were as juicy and nutritious as they looked.
A shout made the beast crouch, muscles tense, ready to attack. Ah, the beef-witted human had burned his hand on the can, sitting grumpish on the ground while the other one was trying to hide his laughter behind silky elflocks. It relaxed, fuzzled with the anticipation of warm blood and tender meat.
"Having fun with my boys?"
It swung around, hissing.
"Yeah, I know they look like idjits – but they ain't."
The creature bared gleaming fangs, the gorgonizing effect of its deadly smile a satisfying certainty. This cockalorum looked chewy, but well hung he'd be…
"Don't even think about it, you crapulous son of a gun."
The arrow made from molten sand dug into its heart with the blistering heat of a thunderbolt.
There wasn't even time for a last indignant growl.
A/N: Darn, I totally forgot groak – it would've fitted perfectly. Well, imagine the poor creature groaking the boys… if that's the correct way to use it ;-)