(OOC: No prob)
Dementa wasn't sure what was going on, first this odd creature approached them and then went into a seize. Now there is a female mud and a big bro-like slig.
Too many around... she thought nervously.
She didn't like being around so many at once...not that she was anti-social...it was just that the more people there were around her the greater chance someone would touch her and get affected by the curse. Last time a stranger had touched her and felt the curses effects, he had accused her of doing it on purpose, when she had no control over it whatsoever, and tried to kill her. Well...he did end up 'killing' her...but the curse brought her back like it always did in the past.
She took a couple of steps back instinctively. Then as an afterthought she backed flipped into a tree, landing neatly on a branch. Suddenly pain, pain from the injury she got earlier shot through her. She gasped and clutched her side, crushing her eyes closed against the pain. She tittered, lost her balance and fell to the ground, just managing to land on her feet.
"I'll be alright..." she said, wincing still, "Just don't touch me..."
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