Helianth pauses, taking a moment to catch their metaphorical breath. They produce a bottle of sunlight that was collected by Felix's machine, removing the cap and devouring its contents in a single instant.
"Well, that was exhilarating. Are you okay, Felix? You're not too hurt, are you?"
"Nope! Barely scratched!" He casts Cure Wounds on himself, bringing himself back to full.
"Wonderful! Now, the Spelljammer is ours!" It starts shambling to head inside the ship. "Let's have a look around, shall we?"
Felix is already chopping up the abomination. "I think you should do that for now. You're a lot better than me at that. This thing has so much energy in it I'm not sure what to think. So many unusual cuts, too..."
*Also, you're way better at sci-fi stuff, and I want to see your talents shine for a bit. Your writing brings me joy, and seeing you in your element makes it even more awesome.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth pauses, taking a moment to catch their metaphorical breath. They produce a bottle of sunlight that was collected by Felix's machine, removing the cap and devouring its contents in a single instant.
"Well, that was exhilarating. Are you okay, Felix? You're not too hurt, are you?"
"Nope! Barely scratched!" He casts Cure Wounds on himself, bringing himself back to full.
"Wonderful! Now, the Spelljammer is ours!" It starts shambling to head inside the ship. "Let's have a look around, shall we?"
Felix is already chopping up the abomination. "I think you should do that for now. You're a lot better than me at that. This thing has so much energy in it I'm not sure what to think. So many unusual cuts, too..."
*Also, you're way better at sci-fi stuff, and I want to see your talents shine for a bit. Your writing brings me joy, and seeing you in your element makes it even more awesome.*
*Wow, I'm honored. I'm glad I can share my talents with so many talented people!*
Helianth is greeted to a sight most would consider unnerving. The main central 'hall' of the vessel is entirely composed of a horrid mixture of biological and mechanical. The walls are composed of a flesh-like substance, with patches of metallic scale-like growths at uneven intervals and sizes. The ceiling is crisscrossed with veins and wires, and the floor is composed of tiles that resemble bony plates. There are three doors to either side of the hall, and one pair of doors at its end- doors intended for creatures at multiple times Felix's height, yet short enough where the sunflower must bend down to pass through. There are signs next to each door written in an alien tongue that Helianth can read despite never seeing this language before.
The sunflower seems fairly unfazed, crawling to the door on the hall's opposite end that reads 'Helm'.
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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)
Felix is extracting organs from the creature, finding its heart to be made of pure, corruptive, horrible radiance. "Oooh! Hey Helianth, ever heard of Ragnorra? I think this has a relation to her!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Felix is extracting organs from the creature, finding its heart to be made of pure, corruptive, horrible radiance. "Oooh! Hey Helianth, ever heard of Ragnorra? I think this has a relation to her!"
Helianth slithers out through one of the broken windows of the helm within the vessel's nautiloid spiral, crawling across its fleshy surface to see Felix.
"...I actually don't think I have. The name sounds familiar, but nothing else comes to mind."
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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)
Felix is extracting organs from the creature, finding its heart to be made of pure, corruptive, horrible radiance. "Oooh! Hey Helianth, ever heard of Ragnorra? I think this has a relation to her!"
Helianth slithers out through one of the broken windows of the helm within the vessel's nautiloid spiral, crawling across its fleshy surface to see Felix.
"...I actually don't think I have. The name sounds familiar, but nothing else comes to mind."
"See, in my studies, I've discovered some information about Elder Evils, and Ragnorra is one of them, known as the Mother of Monsters. She's a big lump of flesh and leaves and bacteria and hyphae. She's absolutely loaded with life energy, and any plane she lands on suffers from mutations kind of like this. She's from the Far Realm, and she turns everything around her into deadly predators with the sole purpose of surviving and... feeding..." he slowly turns his head to Heliana. "Oh. Oh, that explains some things, doesn't it?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Felix is extracting organs from the creature, finding its heart to be made of pure, corruptive, horrible radiance. "Oooh! Hey Helianth, ever heard of Ragnorra? I think this has a relation to her!"
Helianth slithers out through one of the broken windows of the helm within the vessel's nautiloid spiral, crawling across its fleshy surface to see Felix.
"...I actually don't think I have. The name sounds familiar, but nothing else comes to mind."
"See, in my studies, I've discovered some information about Elder Evils, and Ragnorra is one of them, known as the Mother of Monsters. She's a big lump of flesh and leaves and bacteria and hyphae. She's absolutely loaded with life energy, and any plane she lands on suffers from mutations kind of like this. She's from the Far Realm, and she turns everything around her into deadly predators with the sole purpose of surviving and... feeding..." he slowly turns his head to Heliana. "Oh. Oh, that explains some things, doesn't it?"
Helianth is silent for a moment. "...Ah. Perhaps that's why the name felt familiar."
*Ooh, fun idea: Helianth becomes their own Elder Evil through devouring numerous stars...*
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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)
"See, in my studies, I've discovered some information about Elder Evils, and Ragnorra is one of them, known as the Mother of Monsters. She's a big lump of flesh and leaves and bacteria and hyphae. She's absolutely loaded with life energy, and any plane she lands on suffers from mutations kind of like this. She's from the Far Realm, and she turns everything around her into deadly predators with the sole purpose of surviving and... feeding..." he slowly turns his head to Heliana. "Oh. Oh, that explains some things, doesn't it?"
Helianth is silent for a moment. "...Ah. Perhaps that's why the name felt familiar."
*Ooh, fun idea: Helianth becomes their own Elder Evil through devouring numerous stars...*
*I love it. But... you know how I love making things worse? Well...*
"Well, a lot of this stuff seems familiar to you, right? These mutations, this corruption. You said it felt familiar. Hey, wait. What if we cooked her? Life energy is also known as radiant energy, and radiant energy is, you know, radiant... so she's full of light. And if she is urging you on, well, she won't be anymore! If she isn't, well, no problem! We can do this stars too, of course, but she's got more energy in her than most stars anyway, so... what do you think?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"See, in my studies, I've discovered some information about Elder Evils, and Ragnorra is one of them, known as the Mother of Monsters. She's a big lump of flesh and leaves and bacteria and hyphae. She's absolutely loaded with life energy, and any plane she lands on suffers from mutations kind of like this. She's from the Far Realm, and she turns everything around her into deadly predators with the sole purpose of surviving and... feeding..." he slowly turns his head to Heliana. "Oh. Oh, that explains some things, doesn't it?"
Helianth is silent for a moment. "...Ah. Perhaps that's why the name felt familiar."
*Ooh, fun idea: Helianth becomes their own Elder Evil through devouring numerous stars...*
*I love it. But... you know how I love making things worse? Well...*
"Well, a lot of this stuff seems familiar to you, right? These mutations, this corruption. You said it felt familiar. Hey, wait. What if we cooked her? Life energy is also known as radiant energy, and radiant energy is, you know, radiant... so she's full of light. And if she is urging you on, well, she won't be anymore! If she isn't, well, no problem! We can do this stars too, of course, but she's got more energy in her than most stars anyway, so... what do you think?"
*Oh. OH. That's DEVIOUS! I love it!*
Helianth pauses again, thinking. "...That sounds... sublime! To feast on the essence of an Elder Evil itself... oh, what a delectable feast that would be! Though, there is the one slight hiccup in that Ragnorra is incredibly powerful herself... We'd likely need the power of the stars to stand the faintest chance. Maybe then my hunger will be finally sated... but for now, it's an end goal to work towards. First the stars, then Ragnorra... and then, who knows what else! Perhaps we may dine on the very gods themselves!"
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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)
*I love it. But... you know how I love making things worse? Well...*
"Well, a lot of this stuff seems familiar to you, right? These mutations, this corruption. You said it felt familiar. Hey, wait. What if we cooked her? Life energy is also known as radiant energy, and radiant energy is, you know, radiant... so she's full of light. And if she is urging you on, well, she won't be anymore! If she isn't, well, no problem! We can do the stars too, of course, but she's got more energy in her than most stars anyway, so... what do you think?"
*Oh. OH. That's DEVIOUS! I love it!*
Helianth pauses again, thinking. "...That sounds... sublime! To feast on the essence of an Elder Evil itself... oh, what a delectable feast that would be! Though, there is the one slight hiccup in that Ragnorra is incredibly powerful herself... We'd likely need the power of the stars to stand the faintest chance. Maybe then my hunger will be finally sated... but for now, it's an end goal to work towards. First the stars, then Ragnorra... and then, who knows what else! Perhaps we may dine on the very gods themselves!"
He grins, bearing his sharp little fangs as he does his little happy-stim dance. "What a brilliant idea! And after we finish the gods, who's to stop us from just making more stars?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I love it. But... you know how I love making things worse? Well...*
"Well, a lot of this stuff seems familiar to you, right? These mutations, this corruption. You said it felt familiar. Hey, wait. What if we cooked her? Life energy is also known as radiant energy, and radiant energy is, you know, radiant... so she's full of light. And if she is urging you on, well, she won't be anymore! If she isn't, well, no problem! We can do the stars too, of course, but she's got more energy in her than most stars anyway, so... what do you think?"
*Oh. OH. That's DEVIOUS! I love it!*
Helianth pauses again, thinking. "...That sounds... sublime! To feast on the essence of an Elder Evil itself... oh, what a delectable feast that would be! Though, there is the one slight hiccup in that Ragnorra is incredibly powerful herself... We'd likely need the power of the stars to stand the faintest chance. Maybe then my hunger will be finally sated... but for now, it's an end goal to work towards. First the stars, then Ragnorra... and then, who knows what else! Perhaps we may dine on the very gods themselves!"
He grins, bearing his sharp little fangs as he does his little happy-stim dance. "What a brilliant idea! And after we finish the gods, who's to stop us from just making more stars?"
*These two just keep getting more and more deranged as time goes on... PERFECT!*
"Exactly! We'll be able to use all of our acquired knowledge, and this godly power, to create... the perfectdelicacy. The feast to end all feasts, one that makes the finest chef's most exquisite foods seem like little more than gruel! Once we reach that point, we'll finally, finally... actually, there might not be anything for us to do beyond that point. But that means we'll have reached the pinnacle of our might!"
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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)
He grins, bearing his sharp little fangs as he does his little happy-stim dance. "What a brilliant idea! And after we finish the gods, who's to stop us from just making more stars?"
*These two just keep getting more and more deranged as time goes on... PERFECT!*
"Exactly! We'll be able to use all of our acquired knowledge, and this godly power, to create... the perfect delicacy. The feast to end all feasts, one that makes the finest chef's most exquisite foods seem like little more than gruel! Once we reach that point, we'll finally, finally... actually, there might not be anything for us to do beyond that point. But that means we'll have reached the pinnacle of our might!"
*F r i e n d s h i p*
"We can retire knowing for certain that we've done our very best and given the world something so beautiful that there is no denying our value! Perfection must not stop with cuisine! It must suffuse the very self! And with the flesh of the gods in my stomach, and their light in yours, we will achieve that perfection!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He grins, bearing his sharp little fangs as he does his little happy-stim dance. "What a brilliant idea! And after we finish the gods, who's to stop us from just making more stars?"
*These two just keep getting more and more deranged as time goes on... PERFECT!*
"Exactly! We'll be able to use all of our acquired knowledge, and this godly power, to create... the perfect delicacy. The feast to end all feasts, one that makes the finest chef's most exquisite foods seem like little more than gruel! Once we reach that point, we'll finally, finally... actually, there might not be anything for us to do beyond that point. But that means we'll have reached the pinnacle of our might!"
*F r i e n d s h i p*
"We can retire knowing for certain that we've done our very best and given the world something so beautiful that there is no denying our value! Perfection must not stop with cuisine! It must suffuse the very self! And with the flesh of the gods in my stomach, and their light in yours, we will achieve that perfection!"
The crooked flower laughs its jovial laugh. The sky briefly darkens once more. "Ah, and that perfection shall be glorious! Though, we still have a long journey before then. Once we have this ship in- well, in ship shape- the rest will follow!"
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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)
He grins, bearing his sharp little fangs as he does his little happy-stim dance. "What a brilliant idea! And after we finish the gods, who's to stop us from just making more stars?"
*These two just keep getting more and more deranged as time goes on... PERFECT!*
"Exactly! We'll be able to use all of our acquired knowledge, and this godly power, to create... the perfect delicacy. The feast to end all feasts, one that makes the finest chef's most exquisite foods seem like little more than gruel! Once we reach that point, we'll finally, finally... actually, there might not be anything for us to do beyond that point. But that means we'll have reached the pinnacle of our might!"
*F r i e n d s h i p*
"We can retire knowing for certain that we've done our very best and given the world something so beautiful that there is no denying our value! Perfection must not stop with cuisine! It must suffuse the very self! And with the flesh of the gods in my stomach, and their light in yours, we will achieve that perfection!"
The crooked flower laughs its jovial laugh. The sky briefly darkens once more. "Ah, and that perfection shall be glorious! Though, we still have a long journey before then. Once we have this ship in- well, in ship shape- the rest will follow!"
"Once I finish up studying this guy's anatomy, I think I'll be able to help with that! I can identify what's wrong with the ship's own anatomy and heal it!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He grins, bearing his sharp little fangs as he does his little happy-stim dance. "What a brilliant idea! And after we finish the gods, who's to stop us from just making more stars?"
*These two just keep getting more and more deranged as time goes on... PERFECT!*
"Exactly! We'll be able to use all of our acquired knowledge, and this godly power, to create... the perfect delicacy. The feast to end all feasts, one that makes the finest chef's most exquisite foods seem like little more than gruel! Once we reach that point, we'll finally, finally... actually, there might not be anything for us to do beyond that point. But that means we'll have reached the pinnacle of our might!"
*F r i e n d s h i p*
"We can retire knowing for certain that we've done our very best and given the world something so beautiful that there is no denying our value! Perfection must not stop with cuisine! It must suffuse the very self! And with the flesh of the gods in my stomach, and their light in yours, we will achieve that perfection!"
The crooked flower laughs its jovial laugh. The sky briefly darkens once more. "Ah, and that perfection shall be glorious! Though, we still have a long journey before then. Once we have this ship in- well, in ship shape- the rest will follow!"
"Once I finish up studying this guy's anatomy, I think I'll be able to help with that! I can identify what's wrong with the ship's own anatomy and heal it!"
"Marvelous! I'll keep exploring the place to see where repairs need to be made!" It crawls back through the broken window of the helm.
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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)
Felix is already chopping up the abomination. "I think you should do that for now. You're a lot better than me at that. This thing has so much energy in it I'm not sure what to think. So many unusual cuts, too..."
*Also, you're way better at sci-fi stuff, and I want to see your talents shine for a bit. Your writing brings me joy, and seeing you in your element makes it even more awesome.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wow, I'm honored. I'm glad I can share my talents with so many talented people!*
Helianth is greeted to a sight most would consider unnerving. The main central 'hall' of the vessel is entirely composed of a horrid mixture of biological and mechanical. The walls are composed of a flesh-like substance, with patches of metallic scale-like growths at uneven intervals and sizes. The ceiling is crisscrossed with veins and wires, and the floor is composed of tiles that resemble bony plates. There are three doors to either side of the hall, and one pair of doors at its end- doors intended for creatures at multiple times Felix's height, yet short enough where the sunflower must bend down to pass through. There are signs next to each door written in an alien tongue that Helianth can read despite never seeing this language before.
The sunflower seems fairly unfazed, crawling to the door on the hall's opposite end that reads 'Helm'.
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)
*Very nice!*
Felix is extracting organs from the creature, finding its heart to be made of pure, corruptive, horrible radiance. "Oooh! Hey Helianth, ever heard of Ragnorra? I think this has a relation to her!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth slithers out through one of the broken windows of the helm within the vessel's nautiloid spiral, crawling across its fleshy surface to see Felix.
"...I actually don't think I have. The name sounds familiar, but nothing else comes to mind."
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)
"See, in my studies, I've discovered some information about Elder Evils, and Ragnorra is one of them, known as the Mother of Monsters. She's a big lump of flesh and leaves and bacteria and hyphae. She's absolutely loaded with life energy, and any plane she lands on suffers from mutations kind of like this. She's from the Far Realm, and she turns everything around her into deadly predators with the sole purpose of surviving and... feeding..." he slowly turns his head to Heliana. "Oh. Oh, that explains some things, doesn't it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth is silent for a moment. "...Ah. Perhaps that's why the name felt familiar."
*Ooh, fun idea: Helianth becomes their own Elder Evil through devouring numerous stars...*
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)
*I love it. But... you know how I love making things worse? Well...*
"Well, a lot of this stuff seems familiar to you, right? These mutations, this corruption. You said it felt familiar. Hey, wait. What if we cooked her? Life energy is also known as radiant energy, and radiant energy is, you know, radiant... so she's full of light. And if she is urging you on, well, she won't be anymore! If she isn't, well, no problem! We can do this stars too, of course, but she's got more energy in her than most stars anyway, so... what do you think?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh. OH. That's DEVIOUS! I love it!*
Helianth pauses again, thinking. "...That sounds... sublime! To feast on the essence of an Elder Evil itself... oh, what a delectable feast that would be! Though, there is the one slight hiccup in that Ragnorra is incredibly powerful herself... We'd likely need the power of the stars to stand the faintest chance. Maybe then my hunger will be finally sated... but for now, it's an end goal to work towards. First the stars, then Ragnorra... and then, who knows what else! Perhaps we may dine on the very gods themselves!"
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)
He grins, bearing his sharp little fangs as he does his little happy-stim dance. "What a brilliant idea! And after we finish the gods, who's to stop us from just making more stars?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*These two just keep getting more and more deranged as time goes on... PERFECT!*
"Exactly! We'll be able to use all of our acquired knowledge, and this godly power, to create... the perfect delicacy. The feast to end all feasts, one that makes the finest chef's most exquisite foods seem like little more than gruel! Once we reach that point, we'll finally, finally... actually, there might not be anything for us to do beyond that point. But that means we'll have reached the pinnacle of our might!"
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)
*F r i e n d s h i p*
"We can retire knowing for certain that we've done our very best and given the world something so beautiful that there is no denying our value! Perfection must not stop with cuisine! It must suffuse the very self! And with the flesh of the gods in my stomach, and their light in yours, we will achieve that perfection!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The crooked flower laughs its jovial laugh. The sky briefly darkens once more. "Ah, and that perfection shall be glorious! Though, we still have a long journey before then. Once we have this ship in- well, in ship shape- the rest will follow!"
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 I finish up studying this guy's anatomy, I think I'll be able to help with that! I can identify what's wrong with the ship's own anatomy and heal it!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Marvelous! I'll keep exploring the place to see where repairs need to be made!" It crawls back through the broken window of the helm.
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)
*Not sure where to go from here. I think I need some time to come up with something cool.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*My goodness...*
*I look away for just a few hours and now you're made plans to eat an Elder Being and consume the universe.*
*I'm terrified of what I'll find when I get back from Scotland.*
*You already answered your question. You will find nothing, cause the universe got consumed. XD*
*I'm gonna be honest... I'm also terrified. Helianth planning on becoming an Elder Evil and eating all of reality was not on my bingo card lol.*
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)
*I'm not terrified.*
*I was the instigator.*
*I wanted this.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Although if it makes you uncomfortable I'm happy to find a diversion for the duo.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.