(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

A smear of cold blood and embalming fluid dragged along my shoulder as
Ei-Vene tugged at me, spinning me around to face her. She clicked her
talons, and to my surprise, she extended her hand and dragged her claws
along my arms and chest. It tickled numbly through the puckered
half-healed skin.
"Uh, it's not that I'm not flattered, but..."
Morte snickered, "Heh. Looks like you've got a new friend, chief. You two
need some time together, or...?"
"Stow it, Morte. "
As she traced my body, it suddenly occurred to me that she was examining
the scars. Ei-Vene withdrew her talons, clicked them twice, then bent
forward and examined some of the tattoos on my chest. "Hmmph. Who
write on you? Hivers do that? No respect for zomfies. Zomfies, not
paintings." She sniffed, then poked one particularly prominent gray slash
along my belly. "This one bad shape, many scars, no preserfs."
Her talons hooked into the thread I brought, and lightning-like, she jabbed
another claw into the skin near that big slash. However I got it, it must've
been fatal. Probably spilled my guts into the street, too.
Aside from the sudden shock of getting stabbed with a talon, it felt barely
more than a pin-prick. The sensation was curiously painless as Ei-Vene
began to stitch up that long, unhealed wound.
When she finished, she sniffed me, frowned, then stabbed her fingers into
the embalming fluid. Within minutes, she has dabbed my body with the
fluid... it was slick, cold, and my skin tingled where the harsh preservatives
were smeared, but strangely enough, it made me feel better somehow.
Morte seemed to wince at that, "This may be the second time in my life I'm
thankful I don't have a nose. "
Ei-Vene put on the last touches, nodded, then made an awkward shooing
motion with her talons. "Done. Go - go."
"Wait a minute," I made the motion of a key turning with my hand, "I need
an embalming room key. Do you have one?"
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