Belladonna groaned when she woke up, wriggling her toes and her fingers to test how much she still had left. Part of her was surprised that she had more than she did when she had left, but another part of her was not.
It just meant that she had died and respawned. Considering how things were looking before she was forced out of Dawd, that really shouldn't have been surprising. However, she didn't remember the respawn area being so soft, warm and fluffy.
She nuzzled into the bed a little bit more, when it suddenly shifted out from underneath her, dumping her onto the ground, before a wet sheet of sandpaper slapped her in the cheek and started to drag across her face.
"Ugh god. Enough, enough. I yield." She sputtered, pushing the sandpaper away, covering her hand in thick saliva and black blood. The smell of the second caused her nose to twitch at the curious scent, as she quickly sat up and opened her eyes.
