((Ever since your birth, everyone you knew treated you as an abomination, all because of that forsaken power of yours, as anyone you touch is fated to ruin, their bodies converted to stone before ultimately turning to dust. You've tried to mitigate this, wraping your arms in dozens of layers of cloth, but even then you were hated and despised. With no where else to go, you would wander aimlessly, until you found yourself inside a cold and lonely painted world. However, you weren't alone. Among the beings trapped in there was the crossbreed Priscilla, another being branded as an antithesis to life, and your first and closest friend.))

Priscilla sat in front of you with her back turned to you, her scythe laying on the snow beside her. Even while sitting down, she was still a fair bit taller than you. You start combing her hair with your hands.

"Thy touch... it is truly a gentle one."

She wraped her tail around your waist, pulling you against her back and you arms around her neck. She then intertwined her fingers with those of your cloth-cladded hand. You wished you could actually touch her with your hands, but even if you couldn't, the mere intention of her actions made this cold world a little less cold.

"Thou art truly important to me. I can no longer fathom a world without thee."

You felt her fluffy tail wrap a little tighter around you, unwilling to let go of you, the one who keeps her loneliness away.