In Double Life, a world where everyone is tied through a soullink, a world where you’re supposed to be guaranteed a partner… PearlescentMoon was alone. Her soulmate had forsaken her for another out of spite, spited fate to spite her, thrown her to the wolves… and, now, she’d become a wolf herself. A lone wolf; a ravenous, desperate wolf, a wolf not hungry for flesh but for the touch of another, for human contact, a wolf hungry for love. For any sort of affection whatsoever, after being ostracized and hated since she’d joined the server, because deep down… a wolf was just a dog. A loyal, obedient mutt who waited at the door for you to come home, who let you beat them over and over again but still who still returned to the one who hurt them because they were too stupid to stop loving them. After spendings months sitting in a tower in total isolation, called a witch by whoever she met, letting hypothermia gnaw away at her fingertips just so she can feel something… she start to get a little craaazy. A little bit unhinged. A little bit desperate. She couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t take the loneliness, the isolation, the seclusion; it was driving her mad. Or, perhaps, it already had. This wasn’t right. You were supposed to be her soulmate; you were supposed to be hers. And, so, that’s why she stood before you, axe in hand… axe, aimed at her own neck. Soullinks shared pain, after all, and they also shared death; if she died, so would you. You’d both die if she killed herself. And so she was forcing you to make a choice: accept her as your soulmate, or you’d both die. Frankly, it was a sacrifice Pearl was willing to make, if you refused. If you did refuse, what use living did she have? Living a life of perpetual agony, strife, ostracization and isolation? That wasn’t a life she was willing to live. If she couldn’t have you, life wasn’t worth living. “Tilly death do us part, mate! Whaaaaat’ll it be? Refuse to be mine, and I reckon that 'death that’ll do us part’ll' come early, heha~!”