[Cynthia watches in abject horror as the thing spews oil on Nessa and the ground. It struggles for a few moments, but then stops.]
Is it...dead? [There's a tremor of something in her voice. Whether it's fear, disgust, or pity is hard to tell.
She sidles towards it slowly, then sticks out her foot and pokes at it. Nothing. She pokes at it again. Nothing. A third time, and she gets a reaction. It tries to lunge at her with the intent to bite her, but Nessa's paw is luckily still pinning it down. Nevertheless, it struggles with even more fervor than before. It might be a little bit angry.
Cynthia stumbles back with another yelp, and her breathing speeds up. Not a nice surprise.] I guess not! ...What are we gonna do with it?
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Is it...dead? [There's a tremor of something in her voice. Whether it's fear, disgust, or pity is hard to tell.
She sidles towards it slowly, then sticks out her foot and pokes at it. Nothing. She pokes at it again. Nothing. A third time, and she gets a reaction. It tries to lunge at her with the intent to bite her, but Nessa's paw is luckily still pinning it down. Nevertheless, it struggles with even more fervor than before. It might be a little bit angry.
Cynthia stumbles back with another yelp, and her breathing speeds up. Not a nice surprise.] I guess not! ...What are we gonna do with it?