Thumps her tail against the ground. Thump thump. Bored half breed noises.

Thumps her tail against the ground some more. Bored Crossbreed noises.

She is wiping her eyes, ebbing tears from her glowing hues, a light sniffle, she takes a deep breathe to calm herself in private. She was called unique, beautiful. It was the first compliments she had recieved. She wasn't a monster to them.

"What? No, that Aldrich fellow did not consume me, I simply allowed thee to borrow thy scythe." Nodnod.

Her bed? She doesn't have one. Simply a soft pile of snow.

Curious Crossbreed noises. What a strange world she's stumbled into.

Priscilla's reaction to being complimented--

Thumps her tail against the ground. It shakes a bit.

"No, thine'st doth not, 'lay eggs'." She spoke, arms folded.

Throws a massive snowball at.

Squinting at all the lewd sin on this post. She does not care. She is a virgin, no need of such frivolous desires.

Looks left. Looks right. Looks left again. Thumps tail against ground.

Brushing her tail. Yes, she does that.

What is this about slaying...goblins? Tiny creatures like that pose no threat to her. Seeing as to how she can reap them like crops.

She runs a hand through the piles of fluffed snow at her feet, a cold wind billowing through the halls. She sits on a cold patch of stone, looking down at her feet. Burying them into the snow, she closes her eyes, and tries to sleep away the isolation. Alone, in her painting.

Sees a lewd little chosen undead approach her. Lifts up her foot. Stomps on it.

Sits down on some soft snow. Thumps her tail against the ground. The ground lightly shakes.

Breathes ice all over the TL. Scoops some up, until she creates a soft pile of snow. Quietly lays on it, putting her scythe down beside it.