Originally Posted by
ThirdEmperor
Dave and Clarissa's House
The moment Clarissa's hand gets in range the rat makes a grab for it, trying to sink those sharp little claws into her flesh and cling on, although it will attempt no offensive action. Nor will it resist being pulled free from the wreckage for that matter, not that it could if it wished, because it's lower half is, well...
I'd rather not describe it in too much detail, but suffice to say that the creature's lower half is so thoroughly mangled as to make it impossible to identify one broken, extruding bone from another, and that it's quite certain that the poor rodent will never walk again.
It's ears flatten when it's petted, looking more surprised than ever, surprise turning to dim-witted suspicion when she claims it's master is dead. "Wut? No no... Can' be ded... The rat is quite sure that it's master still lives. If he was dead... No. Impossible. But... The mental compulsion prevents the creature from simply calling her a liar and demanding the password once more, makes it want to tell her what it knows. What little it knows. Words still her. Can' be ded or words gone."