<what happens when hes touched? >
W-who? *she rubbed her face*
<It’ll be explained soon, no worries~ Would just rather share the exposition through RP rather than OOC.>
> She’s picked up by the back of the shirt by an Urmahlullu; it’s like a centaur, but with a lion body instead of a horse body.
> Nergal’s lusus.
“Did yøu tøuch my bøy?”
> It can talk. Having a normal head and face is useful like that.
Y-yeth m-ma`am *she was begining to cry scared and in pain*
> The lusus kneels down on the ground, sets the little girl on her legs, and starts licking off her scratched face.
“Døn’t dø that again. Nergal is VERY sensitive tø tøuch. Even trying tø wear cløthing hurts his skin.”
> Nergal is still hiding behind the rocks, sniffling.
*she winced as her wounds were licked*
What happened? thats no fun then who can kiss him goodnight?
“Nøthing happened tø him. He was just… hatched this way. And nøbødy kisses him.”