KK's smile drops a bit, and she looks back down at the blank paper in front of her. "It's been... chaotic, but in a good way. Though, today's been kinda stressful for me too."
"what is on your mind?"
"...You know, I'm not really sure." She starts. "Today just feels... off, somehow. Like I forgot something important, is the only way I can really describe it."
"is there something that you missed today?"
"I don't know... I don't think so..." She trails off, thinking. "It almost reminds me of... no, that wouldn't make sense."
"in my experience, some things that don't make sense do"
"I understand that- I mean, a lot of my job is making things that don't make sense- but... that really wouldn't make sense. No one in their right mind would try to bring back..." She trails off, not wanting to finish her sentence.
"you'll be surprised at the insane stuff some people do, myself included"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"So there I was, with me ship and me crew. We were about to make for port to divvy up the loot we got from raiding an imperial ship when a cannonball flies over the deck and into the water on the port side! Turns out, that ship was part of a pair, and its mate was out for our heads! Locked us in a battle the likes of which the world has never seen! But when we took out their mast, it smashed through their deck!"
He seems decently interested in the story, drinking his rum as he laughs at them getting caught of guard by the second ship, leaning forward, "What did ya do next? Gut 'em and take their loot too?" He says with a monster's smile.
"Partly. I'm no monster, and i'm not much of a killer either. Rather rubies than blood, or so they say. We tied'em up and took their gold. Why'dya think I'm offering rounds?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"So there I was, with me ship and me crew. We were about to make for port to divvy up the loot we got from raiding an imperial ship when a cannonball flies over the deck and into the water on the port side! Turns out, that ship was part of a pair, and its mate was out for our heads! Locked us in a battle the likes of which the world has never seen! But when we took out their mast, it smashed through their deck!"
He seems decently interested in the story, drinking his rum as he laughs at them getting caught of guard by the second ship, leaning forward, "What did ya do next? Gut 'em and take their loot too?" He says with a monster's smile.
"Partly. I'm no monster, and i'm not much of a killer either. Rather rubies than blood, or so they say. We tied'em up and took their gold. Why'dya think I'm offering rounds?"
"Because your as generous as you are a good pirate. Where did you leave 'em? I might know the place, and the route you took to get here." He says, tapping the counter.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"So there I was, with me ship and me crew. We were about to make for port to divvy up the loot we got from raiding an imperial ship when a cannonball flies over the deck and into the water on the port side! Turns out, that ship was part of a pair, and its mate was out for our heads! Locked us in a battle the likes of which the world has never seen! But when we took out their mast, it smashed through their deck!"
He seems decently interested in the story, drinking his rum as he laughs at them getting caught of guard by the second ship, leaning forward, "What did ya do next? Gut 'em and take their loot too?" He says with a monster's smile.
"Partly. I'm no monster, and i'm not much of a killer either. Rather rubies than blood, or so they say. We tied'em up and took their gold. Why'dya think I'm offering rounds?"
"Because your as generous as you are a good pirate. Where did you leave 'em? I might know the place, and the route you took to get here." He says, tapping the counter.
"Oh, they must have gotten untied by now, but it won't matter. My first mate has this great spell, made them forget it all"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"So there I was, with me ship and me crew. We were about to make for port to divvy up the loot we got from raiding an imperial ship when a cannonball flies over the deck and into the water on the port side! Turns out, that ship was part of a pair, and its mate was out for our heads! Locked us in a battle the likes of which the world has never seen! But when we took out their mast, it smashed through their deck!"
He seems decently interested in the story, drinking his rum as he laughs at them getting caught of guard by the second ship, leaning forward, "What did ya do next? Gut 'em and take their loot too?" He says with a monster's smile.
"Partly. I'm no monster, and i'm not much of a killer either. Rather rubies than blood, or so they say. We tied'em up and took their gold. Why'dya think I'm offering rounds?"
"Because your as generous as you are a good pirate. Where did you leave 'em? I might know the place, and the route you took to get here." He says, tapping the counter.
"Oh, they must have gotten untied by now, but it won't matter. My first mate has this great spell, made them forget it all"
“Ha! A victimless crime, not common for pirates, but that sounds like a clever one.” He really is enjoying the story, despite how little he shows itZ
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
Once inside, the little shadow stays close to whatever light sources there may be in there, not daring to be within reach of the dark again.
Merabelle notices and casts light, shining through out the cave as she sits down on the bed and begins to cool "Omori... I want ya ta do somethin' fer me. Okay?"
She can't really look near the light, but stays close to it regardless. "Okay... what is it?" She asks, looking back at her.
"I need ya ta stop carin' 'bout me. I got a feelin' things ain't gonna go well when I confront yer maker, an' I don't want ya gettin' hurt cause o' me, okay?"
"...I'm sorry, but no- I can't do that. If you're going to confront her, you're not going alone."
"Omori, I ain't love ya all these days, teachin' ya how ta be a druid an' enjoyin' meals with ya, givin' everythin' I got just ta lose ya. Please." She leans down, holding their shoulders, "If... If anythin' happens, run, an' take Oliver with ya."
She is silent for a while. "...Okay. Just... I still don't want you to confront her alone... okay?"
She slowly nods, holding them in her arms for a moment before saying "Ya can come with me, but I'm gonna teach ya somethin'." She takes out her star map, handing it to them "If ya want ta help, we're gonna need ta unlock yer star form at the least." She begins to prepare.
"Star form?" She asks curiously, helping her mother prepare as much as she can.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Once inside, the little shadow stays close to whatever light sources there may be in there, not daring to be within reach of the dark again.
Merabelle notices and casts light, shining through out the cave as she sits down on the bed and begins to cool "Omori... I want ya ta do somethin' fer me. Okay?"
She can't really look near the light, but stays close to it regardless. "Okay... what is it?" She asks, looking back at her.
"I need ya ta stop carin' 'bout me. I got a feelin' things ain't gonna go well when I confront yer maker, an' I don't want ya gettin' hurt cause o' me, okay?"
"...I'm sorry, but no- I can't do that. If you're going to confront her, you're not going alone."
"Omori, I ain't love ya all these days, teachin' ya how ta be a druid an' enjoyin' meals with ya, givin' everythin' I got just ta lose ya. Please." She leans down, holding their shoulders, "If... If anythin' happens, run, an' take Oliver with ya."
She is silent for a while. "...Okay. Just... I still don't want you to confront her alone... okay?"
She slowly nods, holding them in her arms for a moment before saying "Ya can come with me, but I'm gonna teach ya somethin'." She takes out her star map, handing it to them "If ya want ta help, we're gonna need ta unlock yer star form at the least." She begins to prepare.
"Star form?" She asks curiously, helping her mother prepare as much as she can.
She begins to set up everything needed, once she’s done, she sits down, taking off her shirt to reveal her constellations in full and taking their hands “Ya see these stars?” The same inky blackness from before covers her, making the stars shine brighter before channeling that starry power into her slowly.
Once inside, the little shadow stays close to whatever light sources there may be in there, not daring to be within reach of the dark again.
Merabelle notices and casts light, shining through out the cave as she sits down on the bed and begins to cool "Omori... I want ya ta do somethin' fer me. Okay?"
She can't really look near the light, but stays close to it regardless. "Okay... what is it?" She asks, looking back at her.
"I need ya ta stop carin' 'bout me. I got a feelin' things ain't gonna go well when I confront yer maker, an' I don't want ya gettin' hurt cause o' me, okay?"
"...I'm sorry, but no- I can't do that. If you're going to confront her, you're not going alone."
"Omori, I ain't love ya all these days, teachin' ya how ta be a druid an' enjoyin' meals with ya, givin' everythin' I got just ta lose ya. Please." She leans down, holding their shoulders, "If... If anythin' happens, run, an' take Oliver with ya."
She is silent for a while. "...Okay. Just... I still don't want you to confront her alone... okay?"
She slowly nods, holding them in her arms for a moment before saying "Ya can come with me, but I'm gonna teach ya somethin'." She takes out her star map, handing it to them "If ya want ta help, we're gonna need ta unlock yer star form at the least." She begins to prepare.
"Star form?" She asks curiously, helping her mother prepare as much as she can.
She begins to set up everything needed, once she’s done, she sits down, taking off her shirt to reveal her constellations in full and taking their hands “Ya see these stars?” The same inky blackness from before covers her, making the stars shine brighter before channeling that starry power into her slowly.
Omori feels the stellar energy slowly coursing into their being, and after a minute or so... there is a faint light. A tiny, gleaming mote of starlight manifests within one of the tendrils of her 'hair', which seems to be turning somewhat incorporeal as it turns to that same inky darkness around the ends. She doesn't seem to notice this, just focusing on the energy.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Once inside, the little shadow stays close to whatever light sources there may be in there, not daring to be within reach of the dark again.
Merabelle notices and casts light, shining through out the cave as she sits down on the bed and begins to cool "Omori... I want ya ta do somethin' fer me. Okay?"
She can't really look near the light, but stays close to it regardless. "Okay... what is it?" She asks, looking back at her.
"I need ya ta stop carin' 'bout me. I got a feelin' things ain't gonna go well when I confront yer maker, an' I don't want ya gettin' hurt cause o' me, okay?"
"...I'm sorry, but no- I can't do that. If you're going to confront her, you're not going alone."
"Omori, I ain't love ya all these days, teachin' ya how ta be a druid an' enjoyin' meals with ya, givin' everythin' I got just ta lose ya. Please." She leans down, holding their shoulders, "If... If anythin' happens, run, an' take Oliver with ya."
She is silent for a while. "...Okay. Just... I still don't want you to confront her alone... okay?"
She slowly nods, holding them in her arms for a moment before saying "Ya can come with me, but I'm gonna teach ya somethin'." She takes out her star map, handing it to them "If ya want ta help, we're gonna need ta unlock yer star form at the least." She begins to prepare.
"Star form?" She asks curiously, helping her mother prepare as much as she can.
She begins to set up everything needed, once she’s done, she sits down, taking off her shirt to reveal her constellations in full and taking their hands “Ya see these stars?” The same inky blackness from before covers her, making the stars shine brighter before channeling that starry power into her slowly.
Omori feels the stellar energy slowly coursing into their being, and after a minute or so... there is a faint light. A tiny, gleaming mote of starlight manifests within one of the tendrils of her 'hair', which seems to be turning somewhat incorporeal as it turns to that same inky darkness around the ends. She doesn't seem to notice this, just focusing on the energy.
Merabelle doesn’t notice either, though her own constellations begin to glow even greater than they usually do, channeling all of the power that she can muster into them, feeling through the magic within Omori, opening up any way that she can for it to flow more easily and naturally.
It's somewhat tricky to actually channel the light magic into them, Omori being at least 20% shadow magic and all, but nothing goes awry. A few more tiny motes of light appear, thin lines of light connecting them in places. Her tendril hair has almost completely reverted to that writhing inky void, almost seeming more liquid than solid.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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"you'll be surprised at the insane stuff some people do, myself included"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Partly. I'm no monster, and i'm not much of a killer either. Rather rubies than blood, or so they say. We tied'em up and took their gold. Why'dya think I'm offering rounds?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
https://youtube.com/shorts/q-G90xINp2A?si=xebwowfiJq0Z8_Wq
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Because your as generous as you are a good pirate. Where did you leave 'em? I might know the place, and the route you took to get here." He says, tapping the counter.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Oh, they must have gotten untied by now, but it won't matter. My first mate has this great spell, made them forget it all"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Ha! A victimless crime, not common for pirates, but that sounds like a clever one.” He really is enjoying the story, despite how little he shows itZ
*Dog.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Dawg? Or Dog?*
*Cat.*
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*Dorg*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Star form?" She asks curiously, helping her mother prepare as much as she can.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Ah, I see. How’re you? Doing better?*
*Eh*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She begins to set up everything needed, once she’s done, she sits down, taking off her shirt to reveal her constellations in full and taking their hands “Ya see these stars?” The same inky blackness from before covers her, making the stars shine brighter before channeling that starry power into her slowly.
*That sounds about right, I’m sorry you feel that way.*
*It's fine, not your deal :)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Yeah yeah, but because it ain’t my business don’t make it fine. I just wish I could help.*
Omori feels the stellar energy slowly coursing into their being, and after a minute or so... there is a faint light. A tiny, gleaming mote of starlight manifests within one of the tendrils of her 'hair', which seems to be turning somewhat incorporeal as it turns to that same inky darkness around the ends. She doesn't seem to notice this, just focusing on the energy.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Merabelle doesn’t notice either, though her own constellations begin to glow even greater than they usually do, channeling all of the power that she can muster into them, feeling through the magic within Omori, opening up any way that she can for it to flow more easily and naturally.
*Cut*
It's somewhat tricky to actually channel the light magic into them, Omori being at least 20% shadow magic and all, but nothing goes awry. A few more tiny motes of light appear, thin lines of light connecting them in places. Her tendril hair has almost completely reverted to that writhing inky void, almost seeming more liquid than solid.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)