Dementa suddenly cocked her head and sniffed. An unfamiliar scent on the breeze.
Smells mainly mudakon...but not quite.. She thought to herself. Now she was getting a bit annoyed, all these people seem to be drawn like a magnet to her and Svag for some reason.
Her tail twitched in agitation, she could help that; her moods have always seemed to switch about, almost with out notice, mainly due to having lived a life of misery due to the curse on her.
She noticed Svag turn around and point his gun at something. Dementa turned her head to look over her shoulder and spotted two blue mudokons, both armed.
Just what we need... She thought, scowling slightly, To paranoid muds.
"You two muds in there." She called out, "Are you friend or foe? Best speak up quickly before we decide for ourselves."
She normally wasn't this harsh, it was just that all these unknown people around her was making her nervious...not that she had to worry about dieing...or at least...staying dead....
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