Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20170105235307/@comment-27039035-20170113062141

Diabolos stalked over to them, like a shadow gliding across the forest floor, before coming to rest beside Squeak's limp form. "Dead?" he sniffed the air for signs of decay, but didn't smell anything. Must be the early stages of decomposition. "Why?"

Roscoe's face turned pale. "Because . . . uh . . . well, you see, she attacked me! Here I was, minding my own business, when she leapt out of the bushes, like a lunatic, if I dare add, and tried to snatch my squirrel. Naturally, I had to teach the Omega a lesson." He stuck out his muzzle out haughtily. "I didn't know her neck would break so easily." He was sweating. A lot. Diabolos ''is trouble! If he found out the truth, he'd use both of us as lining for his nest! ''(Roscoe was also internally screaming a lot -AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH- during this time.)

"Is that so?" Diabolos nudged her "body," and leaned in real close to her face. "Hmm."