Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20170105235307/@comment-27039035-20170113195607

Diabolos opened her mouth and peered inside, looking for any sign of movement. Even a twitch or two would confirm his suspicions. Then he placed a paw on her stomach and pressed down, digging his claws ever so slowly into the soft flesh there. Still, he detected nothing. "Good. The best kind of Omega is a dead one. We'll just have to find another person to fill the role," he grinned. "I think I would be good at choosing."

Roscoe was ready to faint. "Yes . . . well, er . . . I agree! She was stupid. Looked like an overgrown rat. Smelled like roadkill. Now the bugs can eat her! Mwhahaha-"

Diabolos did not look amused by this.

So he quickly shut up.

"We'll have to bury her, you know," the black wolf said. "A rotting body can't stay so close to camp. It'll just attract the unwanted." Diabolos grabbed her tail and began to drag her through the forest.

Roscoe quickly followed after them, whispering "I'm sorry!" under his breath when Diabolos was looking the other way. "You're doing an awfully good job at playing dead, though. A-plus material!