Jenni the Neon Necromancer

Poking at the wilting flower the young girl frowned as one of the gentle violet petals drifted down to the dirt it had been planted in.  Looking around the light seemed right to her, and with a quick sticking of her finger into the dirt, it shouldn’t be a water problem.
Frustrated she slapped the makeshift pot she was using.  With a clatter the jawbone of the skull come pot bounced and made a racket before stopping a few metres away from her.  Standing up and sighing she dusted off her knees, before going over and stopping just short of some poison trap with the jawbone precariously sitting on the switch plate for.  If she was clumsy and set it off, without a doubt she would be killed by it.
On the positive side, Jenni could be certain that a death so near the flower would cause it to come back to full health in a few hours or less.  The downside was such a pain for her, loosing two days just working her way through some deathless void and then a month of feeling like she was hung over.  Not something that she wanted.
Even as she gingerly plucked up the jawbone she couldn’t help but wince and shut her eyes as some part of her expected to be enveloped by the deadly gas.  After standing there tensed up and eyes closed she dared to open her eyes.
When she did she was met not with the empty dungeon she had closed her eyes to, but one with a skunk of all things just sitting at the far end of the poison trap, on its hind legs while cleaning its face with its front paws.
With its well-known stench able to turn even the dead, something she knew only too well, plus with it’s V shaped face and warning strips.  It was safe to say that Jenni had fallen in love with the precious little critter.
Slowly and careful not to scare off the skunk Jenni started making her way past the many trap plates that would set off the deadly gas trap. With each step the skunk continued to clean its face.
Nearly there Jenni raised her hands ready to snatch up the darling when she heard a clatter.  She’d forgotten about the jaw bone she’d been holding.  Looking down she saw that it was laying on the trap plate, hitting just hard enough to cause a hiss to start somewhere behind her. 
The skunk, evermore clever than Jenni could hope to be on the best of her days had already started to scurry off to higher ground. With the pastel plum coloured gas now starting to fill the section of the dungeon Jenni was suddenly filled with remorse over her hair’s nuclear yellow and neon pink highlights was clashing with the gas.  This is what drove her most as she chased the skunk and ran from the deadly gas that was only too happy to, for the moment, release her from her mortal coils.
Now running after the skunk, she came down the joining hallway of the dungeon with the gas nipping at her heels, and more importantly biting at her nose.  She watched as the skunk looked back at her as it stepped on a new trap plate, this time for an arrow.  Instinctively Jenni covered her head from the incoming shower.  She could feel the wet thuds against her forearms as she continued to run.  Once they stopped thudding against her she brought her arms down to find that she’d become a porcupine.  Normally she’d be aghast and stopped to correct this fashion faux pas, but with the gas behind her and the adorable skunk in front, she had to continue on, quills and all. 
She watched the skunk run in front of her, slowly she was managing to gain on it, each step taking her a few millimetres closer. She just needed to keep this up, and have enough luck that it not spring any further traps.
With the skunk’s path around the various raised stones in the dungeon floor Jenni found herself suddenly making even greater gains on it.  She was so elated she’d forgotten to watch her step and hit a trap plate with the heel of her foot, causing the entire section of the floor to crumble away into the spiked pit some ways below.  Hitting the wall of the pit she by some chance found her fingers grasping onto a small rock that would have made a good hand hold for any elf or halfling that had come in to be a nuisance to her.  She made a mental note to come back and check her pits for hand holds to be removed, even as she used it to save herself, pulling up and then using it to stand on as she hopped up to grab edge of the pit.
As she pulled herself out of the pit she could breath a small sigh of relief as the gas would take some time to fill up the pit, but there was still the matter of the skunk. She looked for it, and was greeted with its face peaking out from the next corner in the dungeon.
Slowly she started towards it, trying her best not to startle it. Closer and closer she got until she could almost feel it’s fir in her hands. But just as she was about to plug it up to cuddle with, it took off once more.
Cutting across the hall to the far side its plump little body hit one of this section’s trap plates.  Jenni could hear the trap starting into motion even before she could be sure that the skunk had hit the plate. The grinding of stone followed by the sound of a two metre high bolder rolling from behind her caused her to pause and look back.  The impending doom was of little concern to the skunk who was waddling down the side of the wall and had the boulder pass it by without having so much as a hair put out of place by the massive weight of the boulder.
With no time to think Jenni dove for the same corner the skunk has so easily scampered through. Her arm still looking like a porcupine it caught on something. Before she had a chance to move there was a crunch from her side as the boulder went by her. Caughing on the dust thrown up by the boulder Jenni looked around and didn’t see anything out of place until she finally looked down at her arm. The boulder had done a number on her arm, likely breaking every bone in it.
Normally she’d be upset at such a turn of events but that skunk was just so cute she’d let it slide.
Picking herself up once more and going after the skunk she was now accompanied by the ‘flap flap flap’ sound of her crushed arm slaping against her own body.
Coming around a corner she slid on her heels and saw the skunk sitting once more cleaning its face. She wouldn’t let it get away from her again. She ran, throwing all caution to the wind. Once she was close enough she lept into the air and landed nearly ontop of the skunk, her good arm half wrapped around him.
As she relaxed certain in her victory her chin pressed down on one of this halways trap plates. As she lay there still relishing her victory a buzzing sound could be heard from somewhere below her. A saw blade then popped up infront of her and the skunk who looked at it and with a simple hop, jumped over the blade, even as the sound of a saw moving through flesh came from behind Jenni. She had a sinking feeling as the sound faded. Once the buzzing was gone she did her best to get back on her feet but quickly found she could only manage one foot, while the other layed like a precious little angel on the ground, waiting for it’s own Dr. Frankenstine to come along for it.
This was getting redicoulous even for such a lovely skunk. Jenni’s only saving grace is that she had no beliefs about sunk costs so she was free to continue on after her lovely skunk.
Hopping down the dungeon she came to the next section, a place thankfully with no traps but, and she realized this with some concern for the poor skunk, some of the best skeleton warriors a necromancer could make.
Despite her worry what she found was not a skunk in any kind of mortal danger but rather a skunk that was rather content with itself after stealing the fibula from one of Jenni’ s skeleton warriors. Hopping over to the happy skunk, Jenni stole the hand from a different one of her skeleton warriors and offered it to the skunk.
As the skunk went to take the hand from Jenni, she slowly pulled it back so that it would have to come closer, until finally the skunk was pawing at her remaining leg. Its little claws tickled her skin causing her to laugh and fall over. The skunk seeing it’s chance scampered over her body to take the hand, and curl up on her while it chewed on the bone hoping for a taste of sweet sweet marrow.