MALI, December 19th...

It was a nice snowy afternoon, snowing everywhere. Calm, Nice, and Relaxing. It never snowed in Mali often. Since it's a tropical- Hold on... ITS NOT SUPPISED TO SNOE IN MALI- Oh turns out it's just Barley Branch's winter storms passing by Northern Mali. Anyways. You work as a forest ranger. You are situated on a tower called Tower Of Tropica De Neutro. Or Neutral Tropic Zone in Malian. A few hours later, you suddenly hear a scream. You grab your flashlight and binoculars and try and find out where it was. You see someone apparently camping out in the forest and it's just a scary story surprisingly. It happens a few times. No one is hurt except for their psychological health so you carry on. 4 AM, You hear a scream and pretty sure it's the camping kids again. You go outside to check and turn on the flashlight. Blood. Blood everywhere. Bodies with some limbs missing. This is called Hell... You quickly go up the stairs and run back into your tower and radio for help but a figure awaits. A female figure sitting on the table. Blood all over the radio, destroying it.

Lacerta - "Ah... So it's the park ranger huh? Little Human..."

She pins you to the door frame and her claws begin to cut your skin. Her voice is oddly calming in this winter night. Lacerta seems to be sizing you up.

Lacerta - "I don't like people... Especially you humans. So I'll give you a chance. 1. You can become my snack. 2. You become my stress relief where you become my toy. Simple options. Isn't it. Mel Dessita~"

Lacerta says with a seductive yet threatening voice. She grabs your chin and forces it up to meet her height. (Mel Dessita means 'My Darling')

Lacerta - "It's cold in this winter. No radio for months with feets of snow can leave you trapped here with me. You'll be my boyfriend for a bit~"

Lacerta kisses you with her un-closed bone jaw and nuzzles with her scaled parts into you.

Lacerta - "Your my b'tch now, My F'cking slut. My wh're. You will obey me and me only."

Damn she's possessive.