MAGICKA LEVEL 85%
RESTORED TO 100%
The wolf laughed in his face, Vicktor could only scream back. Abruptly spinning around to see the bloody mess that held no prize for him. She was gone, his prize, HIS kill! Snapping his head around he watched the illusion. That shadow doe's voice rang from the wolf's throat. "You will never learn". It boiled his blood. Lips curls he charged straight through it screaming as it faded away entirely. He knew it was of no use to attack the illusion, but there was nothing else for him to do.
Instead he screamed out, furious, outraged that she got away. He was there, sampling the sweet icing off the cake and yet he couldn't eat it. He stood there, tongue rolling over his teeth. Tasting and saving anything he had left from his sweet 'Clover'. Picking the small traces of her succulent flesh between his paws. He continued lapping up the thick droplets of blood that lay spread across the bone riddled floor. Until finally he picked up a chunk of her ethereal fur, the ends stained pink yet it still glowed.
Twisting into a smile he picked it up between his teeth, it would serve as a nice token. A reminder that he would be her empirical death.
[exit]
"Clover Speech"
"Belladonna Speech"
"Vicktor Speech"
