They are mostly obscured by the shadows of the room. However, what he can see besides her glowing lights in the place of eyes is the brim of her black sun hat, and a faint metallic glimmer from her claws.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have name but I sure feel sorry for you.." the room seems to shift and move as if The Traitor is getting dizzy. The feel any emotions they've repressed begin to boil upwards. The thing they are most guilty of forms in front of them.
Piercing eyes form from the dark corners of the room, all staring at the Traitor. The Seer's voice laughs from some unknown place. "I have everything I need to bring this world to ruin... and it's all because of you. This is all your fault, you know- I wouldn't even be here if you had only realized sooner!"
Traitor is visibly shaking at the illusion- she can tell there's something off about it, but it still strikes at some deep part of their being. "Wha- What's happening? Are you doing this?"
"It's not me, it's this house. The house where I died.." he says.
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Crusader has stumbled his way through the woods, found this house by pure fortune, or in his case, pure misfortune. Taking off his helmet and sword off his back, feeling a kind of familiarity from the house, resting all his weapons outside. He moves his sweat drenched hair from his face, walking inside the home. (If you want to know what his guilt is, it's his son and wife, who he abandoned when he became a Crusader to stave off starvation.)
Inside of the house, it looks pretty normal. The furniture looks clean. There is a bedroom down the hall alongside a bathroom, the kitchen and living room are one, and there is an staircase the descends down to a basement.
He sits down on the couch, looking to the middle distance, the armor heavy on his shoulders as he begins to take if off piece by piece. He gets up after all the armor is gone, and walks to the bathroom, turning it on to take a shower.
He finds the water is warm. Slowly but surely, as he steps into it, he begins to hear voices as he shuts the curtain. A little boy and woman.. that sound like his family.
For a moment he stops, just standing in the shower, staring at the ground. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve heard them, but I had to leave…I…’ He shakes away the thought ‘No it couldn’t be them, they just live here, they just sound similar.’ He finishes his shower, toweling off and getting dressed before going out.
He see's them, standing there at the couch. The TV is on but it's playing just static but they laugh as if watching a show. A boy is with them, dressed in insane asylum styled pajamas, the whitish-blue color. He is about 18 or 19 with lanky limbs, fluffy brown hair, and scarred skin.
He stops as he rounds the corner and sees them, seeing the TV static with slight confusion, but having a feeling that he has gone somewhere he should not have been. He felt compelled to come here, as if this is what the universe wanted from him. He makes a slight noise, moving near the couch.
The boy alone turns to face him, hands in the pockets "Ah.. thought you might be done soon but I didn't want to peep in."
When he hears the voice of his son, he grabs the couch tightly, trying to prevent any of reaction on his face, feeling absolutely shattered from the voice “Sorry… I… thought this house was empty.”
KK is continuing her work on designing her vessel.
Traitor is skulking about the woods.
Isaac is watching with interest
*Sorry for the delay*
KK looks back over at some of the sketches she made, before moving over to a large heap of discarded mannequin parts and fishing through them until she finds another intact hand, clambering back up her ladder and stitching it onto the monstrous concept.
"Hmm... it's definitely getting closer, but there's still something missing..."
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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)
They are mostly obscured by the shadows of the room. However, what he can see besides her glowing lights in the place of eyes is the brim of her black sun hat, and a faint metallic glimmer from her claws.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have name but I sure feel sorry for you.." the room seems to shift and move as if The Traitor is getting dizzy. The feel any emotions they've repressed begin to boil upwards. The thing they are most guilty of forms in front of them.
Piercing eyes form from the dark corners of the room, all staring at the Traitor. The Seer's voice laughs from some unknown place. "I have everything I need to bring this world to ruin... and it's all because of you. This is all your fault, you know- I wouldn't even be here if you had only realized sooner!"
Traitor is visibly shaking at the illusion- she can tell there's something off about it, but it still strikes at some deep part of their being. "Wha- What's happening? Are you doing this?"
"It's not me, it's this house. The house where I died.." he says.
"Can... can you leave this place? Or are you stuck here somehow?"
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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)
*A lot of things, actually. Though, after a while, it began to lose momentum, and I decided to let it naturally fade. I didn't want to see it just become a husk of itself, and it was difficult to carry on with the story we had because people left.*
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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)
*A lot of things, actually. Though, after a while, it began to lose momentum, and I decided to let it naturally fade. I didn't want to see it just become a husk of itself, and it was difficult to carry on with the story we had because people left.*
*i remember i watched but never made a proper character cause i was still in school :3*
so what if you restarted and tried to bring it back?
*I don't know. Where I last left off, it would be kind of hard to just continue the narrative we already had. I might bring it back in some shape or form later on, but it won't be the same Spider Guild.*
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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)
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Crusader has stumbled his way through the woods, found this house by pure fortune, or in his case, pure misfortune. Taking off his helmet and sword off his back, feeling a kind of familiarity from the house, resting all his weapons outside. He moves his sweat drenched hair from his face, walking inside the home. (If you want to know what his guilt is, it's his son and wife, who he abandoned when he became a Crusader to stave off starvation.)
Inside of the house, it looks pretty normal. The furniture looks clean. There is a bedroom down the hall alongside a bathroom, the kitchen and living room are one, and there is an staircase the descends down to a basement.
He sits down on the couch, looking to the middle distance, the armor heavy on his shoulders as he begins to take if off piece by piece. He gets up after all the armor is gone, and walks to the bathroom, turning it on to take a shower.
He finds the water is warm. Slowly but surely, as he steps into it, he begins to hear voices as he shuts the curtain. A little boy and woman.. that sound like his family.
For a moment he stops, just standing in the shower, staring at the ground. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve heard them, but I had to leave…I…’ He shakes away the thought ‘No it couldn’t be them, they just live here, they just sound similar.’ He finishes his shower, toweling off and getting dressed before going out.
He see's them, standing there at the couch. The TV is on but it's playing just static but they laugh as if watching a show. A boy is with them, dressed in insane asylum styled pajamas, the whitish-blue color. He is about 18 or 19 with lanky limbs, fluffy brown hair, and scarred skin.
He stops as he rounds the corner and sees them, seeing the TV static with slight confusion, but having a feeling that he has gone somewhere he should not have been. He felt compelled to come here, as if this is what the universe wanted from him. He makes a slight noise, moving near the couch.
The boy alone turns to face him, hands in the pockets "Ah.. thought you might be done soon but I didn't want to peep in."
When he hears the voice of his son, he grabs the couch tightly, trying to prevent any of reaction on his face, feeling absolutely shattered from the voice “Sorry… I… thought this house was empty.”
The teen looks over, tilting his head "As far as guilty feelings go.. this is pretty out there." He comments, standing up and walking over.
They are mostly obscured by the shadows of the room. However, what he can see besides her glowing lights in the place of eyes is the brim of her black sun hat, and a faint metallic glimmer from her claws.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have name but I sure feel sorry for you.." the room seems to shift and move as if The Traitor is getting dizzy. The feel any emotions they've repressed begin to boil upwards. The thing they are most guilty of forms in front of them.
Piercing eyes form from the dark corners of the room, all staring at the Traitor. The Seer's voice laughs from some unknown place. "I have everything I need to bring this world to ruin... and it's all because of you. This is all your fault, you know- I wouldn't even be here if you had only realized sooner!"
Traitor is visibly shaking at the illusion- she can tell there's something off about it, but it still strikes at some deep part of their being. "Wha- What's happening? Are you doing this?"
"It's not me, it's this house. The house where I died.." he says.
"Can... can you leave this place? Or are you stuck here somehow?"
you could just make the story like after the downfall of the old spider guild you vowed to build it back up big and stronger than before and to make the spider guild known again
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Crusader has stumbled his way through the woods, found this house by pure fortune, or in his case, pure misfortune. Taking off his helmet and sword off his back, feeling a kind of familiarity from the house, resting all his weapons outside. He moves his sweat drenched hair from his face, walking inside the home. (If you want to know what his guilt is, it's his son and wife, who he abandoned when he became a Crusader to stave off starvation.)
Inside of the house, it looks pretty normal. The furniture looks clean. There is a bedroom down the hall alongside a bathroom, the kitchen and living room are one, and there is an staircase the descends down to a basement.
He sits down on the couch, looking to the middle distance, the armor heavy on his shoulders as he begins to take if off piece by piece. He gets up after all the armor is gone, and walks to the bathroom, turning it on to take a shower.
He finds the water is warm. Slowly but surely, as he steps into it, he begins to hear voices as he shuts the curtain. A little boy and woman.. that sound like his family.
For a moment he stops, just standing in the shower, staring at the ground. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve heard them, but I had to leave…I…’ He shakes away the thought ‘No it couldn’t be them, they just live here, they just sound similar.’ He finishes his shower, toweling off and getting dressed before going out.
He see's them, standing there at the couch. The TV is on but it's playing just static but they laugh as if watching a show. A boy is with them, dressed in insane asylum styled pajamas, the whitish-blue color. He is about 18 or 19 with lanky limbs, fluffy brown hair, and scarred skin.
He stops as he rounds the corner and sees them, seeing the TV static with slight confusion, but having a feeling that he has gone somewhere he should not have been. He felt compelled to come here, as if this is what the universe wanted from him. He makes a slight noise, moving near the couch.
The boy alone turns to face him, hands in the pockets "Ah.. thought you might be done soon but I didn't want to peep in."
When he hears the voice of his son, he grabs the couch tightly, trying to prevent any of reaction on his face, feeling absolutely shattered from the voice “Sorry… I… thought this house was empty.”
The teen looks over, tilting his head "As far as guilty feelings go.. this is pretty out there." He comments, standing up and walking over.
He can’t make eye contact with the child, looking to the group or the static on the TV “What do you mean? Guilty feelings? I was j-just taking a shower.”
They are mostly obscured by the shadows of the room. However, what he can see besides her glowing lights in the place of eyes is the brim of her black sun hat, and a faint metallic glimmer from her claws.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have name but I sure feel sorry for you.." the room seems to shift and move as if The Traitor is getting dizzy. The feel any emotions they've repressed begin to boil upwards. The thing they are most guilty of forms in front of them.
Piercing eyes form from the dark corners of the room, all staring at the Traitor. The Seer's voice laughs from some unknown place. "I have everything I need to bring this world to ruin... and it's all because of you. This is all your fault, you know- I wouldn't even be here if you had only realized sooner!"
Traitor is visibly shaking at the illusion- she can tell there's something off about it, but it still strikes at some deep part of their being. "Wha- What's happening? Are you doing this?"
"It's not me, it's this house. The house where I died.." he says.
"Can... can you leave this place? Or are you stuck here somehow?"
"I can't, which is unfortunate honestly."
"Is there any way I can help? This place doesn't seem like the most pleasant spot to be trapped in forever."
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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)
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Crusader has stumbled his way through the woods, found this house by pure fortune, or in his case, pure misfortune. Taking off his helmet and sword off his back, feeling a kind of familiarity from the house, resting all his weapons outside. He moves his sweat drenched hair from his face, walking inside the home. (If you want to know what his guilt is, it's his son and wife, who he abandoned when he became a Crusader to stave off starvation.)
Inside of the house, it looks pretty normal. The furniture looks clean. There is a bedroom down the hall alongside a bathroom, the kitchen and living room are one, and there is an staircase the descends down to a basement.
He sits down on the couch, looking to the middle distance, the armor heavy on his shoulders as he begins to take if off piece by piece. He gets up after all the armor is gone, and walks to the bathroom, turning it on to take a shower.
He finds the water is warm. Slowly but surely, as he steps into it, he begins to hear voices as he shuts the curtain. A little boy and woman.. that sound like his family.
For a moment he stops, just standing in the shower, staring at the ground. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve heard them, but I had to leave…I…’ He shakes away the thought ‘No it couldn’t be them, they just live here, they just sound similar.’ He finishes his shower, toweling off and getting dressed before going out.
He see's them, standing there at the couch. The TV is on but it's playing just static but they laugh as if watching a show. A boy is with them, dressed in insane asylum styled pajamas, the whitish-blue color. He is about 18 or 19 with lanky limbs, fluffy brown hair, and scarred skin.
He stops as he rounds the corner and sees them, seeing the TV static with slight confusion, but having a feeling that he has gone somewhere he should not have been. He felt compelled to come here, as if this is what the universe wanted from him. He makes a slight noise, moving near the couch.
The boy alone turns to face him, hands in the pockets "Ah.. thought you might be done soon but I didn't want to peep in."
When he hears the voice of his son, he grabs the couch tightly, trying to prevent any of reaction on his face, feeling absolutely shattered from the voice “Sorry… I… thought this house was empty.”
The teen looks over, tilting his head "As far as guilty feelings go.. this is pretty out there." He comments, standing up and walking over.
He can’t make eye contact with the child, looking to the group or the static on the TV “What do you mean? Guilty feelings? I was j-just taking a shower.”
"Leaving your wife and kid behind... You know you left them for dead right?" He says, running a hand through his hair.
They are mostly obscured by the shadows of the room. However, what he can see besides her glowing lights in the place of eyes is the brim of her black sun hat, and a faint metallic glimmer from her claws.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have name but I sure feel sorry for you.." the room seems to shift and move as if The Traitor is getting dizzy. The feel any emotions they've repressed begin to boil upwards. The thing they are most guilty of forms in front of them.
Piercing eyes form from the dark corners of the room, all staring at the Traitor. The Seer's voice laughs from some unknown place. "I have everything I need to bring this world to ruin... and it's all because of you. This is all your fault, you know- I wouldn't even be here if you had only realized sooner!"
Traitor is visibly shaking at the illusion- she can tell there's something off about it, but it still strikes at some deep part of their being. "Wha- What's happening? Are you doing this?"
"It's not me, it's this house. The house where I died.." he says.
"Can... can you leave this place? Or are you stuck here somehow?"
"I can't, which is unfortunate honestly."
"Is there any way I can help? This place doesn't seem like the most pleasant spot to be trapped in forever."
"I don't need help." He mutters as the hallucinations begin to get worse for the Traitor.
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Crusader has stumbled his way through the woods, found this house by pure fortune, or in his case, pure misfortune. Taking off his helmet and sword off his back, feeling a kind of familiarity from the house, resting all his weapons outside. He moves his sweat drenched hair from his face, walking inside the home. (If you want to know what his guilt is, it's his son and wife, who he abandoned when he became a Crusader to stave off starvation.)
Inside of the house, it looks pretty normal. The furniture looks clean. There is a bedroom down the hall alongside a bathroom, the kitchen and living room are one, and there is an staircase the descends down to a basement.
He sits down on the couch, looking to the middle distance, the armor heavy on his shoulders as he begins to take if off piece by piece. He gets up after all the armor is gone, and walks to the bathroom, turning it on to take a shower.
He finds the water is warm. Slowly but surely, as he steps into it, he begins to hear voices as he shuts the curtain. A little boy and woman.. that sound like his family.
For a moment he stops, just standing in the shower, staring at the ground. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve heard them, but I had to leave…I…’ He shakes away the thought ‘No it couldn’t be them, they just live here, they just sound similar.’ He finishes his shower, toweling off and getting dressed before going out.
He see's them, standing there at the couch. The TV is on but it's playing just static but they laugh as if watching a show. A boy is with them, dressed in insane asylum styled pajamas, the whitish-blue color. He is about 18 or 19 with lanky limbs, fluffy brown hair, and scarred skin.
He stops as he rounds the corner and sees them, seeing the TV static with slight confusion, but having a feeling that he has gone somewhere he should not have been. He felt compelled to come here, as if this is what the universe wanted from him. He makes a slight noise, moving near the couch.
The boy alone turns to face him, hands in the pockets "Ah.. thought you might be done soon but I didn't want to peep in."
When he hears the voice of his son, he grabs the couch tightly, trying to prevent any of reaction on his face, feeling absolutely shattered from the voice “Sorry… I… thought this house was empty.”
The teen looks over, tilting his head "As far as guilty feelings go.. this is pretty out there." He comments, standing up and walking over.
He can’t make eye contact with the child, looking to the group or the static on the TV “What do you mean? Guilty feelings? I was j-just taking a shower.”
"Leaving your wife and kid behind... You know you left them for dead right?" He says, running a hand through his hair.
His eyes begin to fill to tears at his stares at his own feet, his fist tightening even more “How- how could you have known that? I did what I had to do.”
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"It's not me, it's this house. The house where I died.." he says.
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
When he hears the voice of his son, he grabs the couch tightly, trying to prevent any of reaction on his face, feeling absolutely shattered from the voice “Sorry… I… thought this house was empty.”
*Sorry for the delay*
KK looks back over at some of the sketches she made, before moving over to a large heap of discarded mannequin parts and fishing through them until she finds another intact hand, clambering back up her ladder and stitching it onto the monstrous concept.
"Hmm... it's definitely getting closer, but there's still something missing..."
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)
"Can... can you leave this place? Or are you stuck here somehow?"
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)
*So I'm going to be making Cursebutcher more... comforting. Like a big, fluffy dog you can hug.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ah yes, a big fluffy dog covered in blood and smelling of death. I love the idea of a cutesy person named the Butcher.*
*Sounds like fun! I imagine they'd be fun to interact with the more unhinged characters with.*
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)
so what happend to the spider guild?
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*A lot of things, actually. Though, after a while, it began to lose momentum, and I decided to let it naturally fade. I didn't want to see it just become a husk of itself, and it was difficult to carry on with the story we had because people left.*
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)
so what if you restarted and tried to bring it back?
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*i remember i watched but never made a proper character cause i was still in school :3*
*I don't know. Where I last left off, it would be kind of hard to just continue the narrative we already had. I might bring it back in some shape or form later on, but it won't be the same Spider Guild.*
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)
The teen looks over, tilting his head "As far as guilty feelings go.. this is pretty out there." He comments, standing up and walking over.
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
"I can't, which is unfortunate honestly."
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
you could just make the story like after the downfall of the old spider guild you vowed to build it back up big and stronger than before and to make the spider guild known again
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He can’t make eye contact with the child, looking to the group or the static on the TV “What do you mean? Guilty feelings? I was j-just taking a shower.”
"Is there any way I can help? This place doesn't seem like the most pleasant spot to be trapped in forever."
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)
"Leaving your wife and kid behind... You know you left them for dead right?" He says, running a hand through his hair.
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
"I don't need help." He mutters as the hallucinations begin to get worse for the Traitor.
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
His eyes begin to fill to tears at his stares at his own feet, his fist tightening even more “How- how could you have known that? I did what I had to do.”