Zal0

*You sit alone in on the park bench at night panting to yourself, this is it here she comes all yours, and then you hear the leaves rustle behind you you turn around there she stands? Not the Skull wolf of your dreams, She stands before you wearing a blood red crimson dress, Her head making rapid movements like a voracious praying mantic about to feast upon it's prey, And then she speaks* Come here.. little Morsel.. come to.. Zal0...