Sci-Fi RP Negotiating the Way of Space Elven Connections

She looked back as he praised her, her tail starting to wag as she did so “Good Pretty girl!” She cheered, even as she looked side to side “Uh… where now?” She asked, clutching the sparkly gem into her bosom as she did so.
 
As she asked for his directions, clutching her gem, she felt it tingle on her chest, like a gentle affection touching her heart. Mala'konzo however grabbed her by the back if her neck firmly, leading and hitching her along towards a cut out statue in the wall of a hunched beast at a empty bowl.
 
She didn't notice the glowing eyes, walking towards the stairwell with a smile on her face, reaching out to brace herself on the gargoyle, her blood smearing against it more as she passed, looking down into the gloom "All the way down?"
 
"Uh?!" She paused as the stair buckled beneath her, her hands going to the walls to stop her falling, even as the walls began to rumble "Whats... What's happening?" She asked, turning her head back, only to see him still stood at the top of the stairs.
 
As sge looked back, he folded his arms as the walls rumbling thunder to a stop, something dropped between them, tight metal bears stabbing into the entrance. "You've found a trap, oh dear...I'll have to find another way down" He said as the walls seemed to creak.
 
"Trap?" She asked, looking up as the walls creaked, her eyes widening in fear as the imagined them collapsing on her, her legs wobbling before she turned to run down the steps, looking for the end of the stairwell, ignorant of the fact she was likely running straight into yet more trouble.
 
As she turned to hurry down the stairs, the fear of collapse on woukd grow. The alls show
OK and behind her, metallic clattering and crashing as the plates seemed to dump themselves on the stairs. A rushing moisture nipped at the air briefly, an acidic, noxious smell chasing her as a vicious slime rushed down the stairs, splashing on her exposed furry like thick glue as it swept under her and dragged her , pushing te rest of the way. She was dropped on the bottom floor, thrown atop a grate that was draining its contents.
 
She screamed as the liquid swept her up, but the sound was silenced swiftly as her head was immersed in the viscous slime, air bubbles permeating it as she thrashed and struggled, until she was unceremoniously dropped onto the grate with a wet splat, her fur matted and sticky with the glue like substance, even as she tried to sit up, her head aching from where it had struck the grate, adding yet more confusion ontop of the drained effect that had already reduced her IQ.
 

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