She tuts. "You don't move, boy. You run. You cower." She puts a hand to his throat, careful not to choke him, then holds out a hand to the remaining girl, who hands the Queen a potion. "What you need, dear, isn't talent, but strength. All good artists are confident enough to devour their oppressors."
'I have more strength than I look'. He twitches nervously, unsure of whether to show this strength
She hands the potion back, then moves both her hands to his shoulders. "Show me."
Feuerstein lifts the pan pipes to his lips again, before letting loose a folksy melody. The other of the queen's women, if not under a mind control spell, begins to dance, and several nearby animals join in
She hands the potion back, then moves both her hands to his shoulders. "Show me."
Feuerstein lifts the pan pipes to his lips again, before letting loose a folksy melody. The other of the queen's women, if not under a mind control spell, begins to dance, and several nearby animals join in
The Queen smiles. "Wonderful. But when they come looking for the children, what will you do?" She whispers the last part directly into his ear. Her breath smells like plum juice and burnt hair.
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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.
An impossibly gorgeous woman in a poofy, decadent purple ball gown sits on a throne outside the Sanctuary. Purple lipstick, purple eyes, purple nails, everything on her seems to be purple with flecks of gold here and there. Her hair is massive, a style you'd expect to see on a severed head during the French Revolution, but with added lolipops stuck in as a stylistic choice... probably.
She has a beautiful young woman on either side of her, and is picking the flesh off of one of their skulls and eating it after dipping it into a goblet of sauce. The young woman is straight-faced, seemingly unbothered by the slow, undoubtedly agonizing loss of her scalp.
*Ah, what a marvelous opening act! The air hums with excitement! Now, the next scene begins! Adeline, enter stage left!*
Adeline remains in the heart of the sanctuary, huddled close to the burrow's entrance and a nearby campfire, occasionally looking around her surroundings with panic in her eyes. She's still shivering, though whether it's from the cold or her panic or both is hard to tell. For a brief moment, she looks through a patch of the web-strangled trees at just the right angle, and for that split second, her eyes meet the Queen's. She is frozen in fear, like a deer in headlights.
The Queen purses her lips as she chews, then looks away. "She's done a number on you, eh?" She asks, mouth still full. She twists the young woman's head off with one long hand and lets it fall to the ground. The body remains standing until the Queen swallows. "Come here, girl."
The almost-fey(?) takes a step away from them, still just as frightened as well as somewhat confused. "Who... who are you? Why are you here?" She can't seem to stop making occasional glances at the now-headless now-corpse, though her attention remains mostly focused on the Queen.
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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)
The Queen purses her lips as she chews, then looks away. "She's done a number on you, eh?" She asks, mouth still full. She twists the young woman's head off with one long hand and lets it fall to the ground. The body remains standing until the Queen swallows. "Come here, girl."
The almost-fey(?) takes a step away from them, still just as frightened as well as somewhat confused. "Who... who are you? Why are you here?" She can't seem to stop making occasional glances at the now-headless now-corpse, though her attention remains mostly focused on the Queen.
"My, my. Calpe never told you about me? Your own mother? What else has she kept from you?" She slowly stands up to her full height. She must be ten feet tall. "Making me get up... what manners!"
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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.
The Queen purses her lips as she chews, then looks away. "She's done a number on you, eh?" She asks, mouth still full. She twists the young woman's head off with one long hand and lets it fall to the ground. The body remains standing until the Queen swallows. "Come here, girl."
The almost-fey(?) takes a step away from them, still just as frightened as well as somewhat confused. "Who... who are you? Why are you here?" She can't seem to stop making occasional glances at the now-headless now-corpse, though her attention remains mostly focused on the Queen.
"My, my. Calpe never told you about me? Your own mother? What else has she kept from you?" She slowly stands up to her full height. She must be ten feet tall. "Making me get up... what manners!"
Adeline grimaces at those words, taking another step back. "I'm not one for tricks. I know who my mother is, and you're not her." She spits in response, very much afraid but feeling that fear mingling with anger. "What do you want?"
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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 drow woman is examining a tree, a knothole in the center exuding some sort of magic. She wears drow noble robes that are very beautiful and delicate looking, with designs of rats, their tails entwined into a rat king. Her long, wavy white hair is tied back in a bun, her crimson eyes staring down at her book that she scribbles in. A rat sits on her shoulder, its amber fur shining in the low sun, eyeing her with its beady little black orbs.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"My, my. Calpe never told you about me? Your own mother? What else has she kept from you?" She slowly stands up to her full height. She must be ten feet tall. "Making me get up... what manners!"
Adeline grimaces at those words, taking another step back. "I'm not one for tricks. I know who my mother is, and you're not her." She spits in response, very much afraid but feeling that fear mingling with anger. "What do you want?"
The Queen is upon her in an instant. She puts one of her massive hands under Adeline's chin, squishing the nymph's cheeks. "Girl. I sent you to that insect because I felt she was better equipped to raise you at the time. Now look at you." The Sugarplum Queen slowly lifts Adeline up as she speaks, examining her. "She implanted her true essence into your flesh against my will. She wants you to become a feral, violent creature, like the rest of her children. You will come with me, to your ancestral home, and we will cure you." She drops go of Adeline. "Pack your things... assuming she allowed you to have things in the first place."
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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.
A drow woman is examining a tree, a knothole in the center exuding some sort of magic. She wears drow noble robes that are very beautiful and delicate looking, with designs of rats, their tails entwined into a rat king. Her long, wavy white hair is tied back in a bun, her crimson eyes staring down at her book that she scribbles in. A rat sits on her shoulder, its amber fur shining in the low sun, eyeing her with its beady little black orbs.
A beautiful, 10-foot-tall woman in a purple ball gown and a massive, elaborate haircut seemingly manifests before her, moving into view from just out of sight. "Such a beautiful little girl... you have a fondness for rats?"
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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.
"My, my. Calpe never told you about me? Your own mother? What else has she kept from you?" She slowly stands up to her full height. She must be ten feet tall. "Making me get up... what manners!"
Adeline grimaces at those words, taking another step back. "I'm not one for tricks. I know who my mother is, and you're not her." She spits in response, very much afraid but feeling that fear mingling with anger. "What do you want?"
The Queen is upon her in an instant. She puts one of her massive hands under Adeline's chin, squishing the nymph's cheeks. "Girl. I sent you to that insect because I felt she was better equipped to raise you at the time. Now look at you." The Sugarplum Queen slowly lifts Adeline up as she speaks, examining her. "She implanted her true essence into your flesh against my will. She wants you to become a feral, violent creature, like the rest of her children. You will come with me, to your ancestral home, and we will cure you." She drops go of Adeline. "Pack your things... assuming she allowed you to have things in the first place."
When she's lifted up by the Queen, Adeline is livid, attempting to claw and bite at her hand to be let go. When she does drop the nymph, they skitter a few feet away closer to the burrow's entrance, her antennae attempting once again to send a signal Mother Moth's way- she knows that's not their intended purpose or function, but it's worth a second try, especially in a situation this tense.
"...What? Okay, you have a lot of nerve to think I'm going to be going anywhere with you, especially without my mother!" She hisses in response, still not believing anything the Queen says, though the fledgeling roots of doubt are starting to creep in. "Why do you even want me back, assuming you ever had me to begin with- which you didn't? What do you plan to make of me?!"
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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)
The Queen is upon her in an instant. She puts one of her massive hands under Adeline's chin, squishing the nymph's cheeks. "Girl. I sent you to that insect because I felt she was better equipped to raise you at the time. Now look at you." The Sugarplum Queen slowly lifts Adeline up as she speaks, examining her. "She implanted her true essence into your flesh against my will. She wants you to become a feral, violent creature, like the rest of her children. You will come with me, to your ancestral home, and we will cure you." She drops go of Adeline. "Pack your things... assuming she allowed you to have things in the first place."
When she's lifted up by the Queen, Adeline is livid, attempting to claw and bite at her hand to be let go. When she does drop the nymph, they skitter a few feet away closer to the burrow's entrance, her antennae attempting once again to send a signal Mother Moth's way- she knows that's not their intended purpose or function, but it's worth a second try, especially in a situation this tense.
"...What? Okay, you have a lot of nerve to think I'm going to be going anywhere with you, especially without my mother!" She hisses in response, still not believing anything the Queen says, though the fledgeling roots of doubt are starting to creep in. "Why do you even want me back, assuming you ever had me to begin with- which you didn't? What do you plan to make of me?!"
Her claws and teeth do nothing but ache for all the strain she put them through. "Silence. I admire your spirit, but it is uncalled for. If you have any problems, please tell your stepmother. Where is she, by the way? Has she left you home all alone too? In this cold, with monsters about?" She tuts some more.
"I want to talk to her. She has clearly been treating you poorly."
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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.
A drow woman is examining a tree, a knothole in the center exuding some sort of magic. She wears drow noble robes that are very beautiful and delicate looking, with designs of rats, their tails entwined into a rat king. Her long, wavy white hair is tied back in a bun, her crimson eyes staring down at her book that she scribbles in. A rat sits on her shoulder, its amber fur shining in the low sun, eyeing her with its beady little black orbs.
A beautiful, 10-foot-tall woman in a purple ball gown and a massive, elaborate haircut seemingly manifests before her, moving into view from just out of sight. "Such a beautiful little girl... you have a fondness for rats?"
"I am not a little girl, I am over 400 years old." She says, not looking up from her writing, "What do you want?" She closes the book, setting it in the satchel by her feet.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A beautiful, 10-foot-tall woman in a purple ball gown and a massive, elaborate haircut seemingly manifests before her, moving into view from just out of sight. "Such a beautiful little girl... you have a fondness for rats?"
"I am not a little girl, I am over 400 years old." She says, not looking up from her writing, "What do you want?" She closes the book, setting it in the satchel by her feet.
"A young woman, then." She shrugs one shoulder. "Oh, I just wanted to meet you in person. Lolth told me about you. Her 'least favorite son,' she called you. Isn't that cruel of her?" She shakes her head. "So I gave you a blessing in her stead. I'm so glad you've enjoyed it so much. Rats really are better than spiders, aren't they?"
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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.
When she's lifted up by the Queen, Adeline is livid, attempting to claw and bite at her hand to be let go. When she does drop the nymph, they skitter a few feet away closer to the burrow's entrance, her antennae attempting once again to send a signal Mother Moth's way- she knows that's not their intended purpose or function, but it's worth a second try, especially in a situation this tense.
"...What? Okay, you have a lot of nerve to think I'm going to be going anywhere with you, especially without my mother!" She hisses in response, still not believing anything the Queen says, though the fledgeling roots of doubt are starting to creep in. "Why do you even want me back, assuming you ever had me to begin with- which you didn't? What do you plan to make of me?!"
Her claws and teeth do nothing but ache for all the strain she put them through. "Silence. I admire your spirit, but it is uncalled for. If you have any problems, please tell your stepmother. Where is she, by the way? Has she left you home all alone too? In this cold, with monsters about?" She tuts some more.
"I want to talk to her. She has clearly been treating you poorly."
Adeline is staring daggers at her from the entrance to the burrow, growling under her breath. "Like hell I'm telling you anything about my mother. I won't answer any questions you have until you answer mine first." She snarls, venom in her words- and, unbeknownst to Adeline, coalescing into droplets that cling to and fall from her fangs.
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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)
Her claws and teeth do nothing but ache for all the strain she put them through. "Silence. I admire your spirit, but it is uncalled for. If you have any problems, please tell your stepmother. Where is she, by the way? Has she left you home all alone too? In this cold, with monsters about?" She tuts some more.
"I want to talk to her. She has clearly been treating you poorly."
Adeline is staring daggers at her from the entrance to the burrow, growling under her breath. "Like hell I'm telling you anything about my mother. I won't answer any questions you have until you answer mine first." She snarls, venom in her words- and, unbeknownst to Adeline, coalescing into droplets that cling to and fall from her fangs.
The entrance suddenly seems to disappear. "Eyes on me, brat. It seems she hasn't disciplined you properly at all." She draws a weapon from her hair: a rusted, serrated, iron dinner knife. It looks normal for her size, but it's the length of a sword to Adeline.
"If I can't have my whole daughter, I'll take part of her. Nothing too much, I don't think. A finger, perhaps. Or maybe I'll get greedy and take your legs. Or, possibly, you could stop being a little b(GP)."
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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.
A beautiful, 10-foot-tall woman in a purple ball gown and a massive, elaborate haircut seemingly manifests before her, moving into view from just out of sight. "Such a beautiful little girl... you have a fondness for rats?"
"I am not a little girl, I am over 400 years old." She says, not looking up from her writing, "What do you want?" She closes the book, setting it in the satchel by her feet.
"A young woman, then." She shrugs one shoulder. "Oh, I just wanted to meet you in person. Lolth told me about you. Her 'least favorite son,' she called you. Isn't that cruel of her?" She shakes her head. "So I gave you a blessing in her stead. I'm so glad you've enjoyed it so much. Rats really are better than spiders, aren't they?"
"You know my ladyship? How? You look like no gods-born, no deity of evil nor good." She raises a brow. She seems to look in her general direction, though more so looking behind her, not making eye contact, but close enough. She purses her lips and sighs, "What do you want, I will ask again. Clearly you are here for some reason and I will not take 'a blessing' as an awnser. You are here for some reason."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"A young woman, then." She shrugs one shoulder. "Oh, I just wanted to meet you in person. Lolth told me about you. Her 'least favorite son,' she called you. Isn't that cruel of her?" She shakes her head. "So I gave you a blessing in her stead. I'm so glad you've enjoyed it so much. Rats really are better than spiders, aren't they?"
"You know my ladyship? How? You look like no gods-born, no deity of evil nor good." She raises a brow. She seems to look in her general direction, though more so looking behind her, not making eye contact, but close enough. She purses her lips and sighs, "What do you want, I will ask again. Clearly you are here for some reason and I will not take 'a blessing' as an awnser. You are here for some reason."
"I want you." She says, a sad, longing tone in her voice. "I want to hold you and love you. I want to feed you the finest delicacies. You're my creation, after all."
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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.
Her claws and teeth do nothing but ache for all the strain she put them through. "Silence. I admire your spirit, but it is uncalled for. If you have any problems, please tell your stepmother. Where is she, by the way? Has she left you home all alone too? In this cold, with monsters about?" She tuts some more.
"I want to talk to her. She has clearly been treating you poorly."
Adeline is staring daggers at her from the entrance to the burrow, growling under her breath. "Like hell I'm telling you anything about my mother. I won't answer any questions you have until you answer mine first." She snarls, venom in her words- and, unbeknownst to Adeline, coalescing into droplets that cling to and fall from her fangs.
The entrance suddenly seems to disappear. "Eyes on me, brat. It seems she hasn't disciplined you properly at all." She draws a weapon from her hair: a rusted, serrated, iron dinner knife. It looks normal for her size, but it's the length of a sword to Adeline.
"If I can't have my whole daughter, I'll take part of her. Nothing too much, I don't think. A finger, perhaps. Or maybe I'll get greedy and take your legs. Or, possibly, you could stop being a little b(GP)."
The moth-child's eyes widen and lock onto the rusted knife, and she freezes again- what little confidence she had has all but entirely dissipated, and pure horror clouds her mind. She is silent for a long while... but eventually, her claws crumble away as well. "...Fine." She speaks with the greatest reluctance, though there is still a clear resentment in her tone. "...but I don't want to make any sort of concrete decision without Mother Moth here- I want to talk to her as well..." The nymph doesn't intend to actually do anything involving the Queen at all- she secretly just hopes to keep the 10-foot tall lunatic with the giant knife from hurting her until her mother arrives. "...it's clear I'm missing some information. Who are you?"
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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 young woman, then." She shrugs one shoulder. "Oh, I just wanted to meet you in person. Lolth told me about you. Her 'least favorite son,' she called you. Isn't that cruel of her?" She shakes her head. "So I gave you a blessing in her stead. I'm so glad you've enjoyed it so much. Rats really are better than spiders, aren't they?"
"You know my ladyship? How? You look like no gods-born, no deity of evil nor good." She raises a brow. She seems to look in her general direction, though more so looking behind her, not making eye contact, but close enough. She purses her lips and sighs, "What do you want, I will ask again. Clearly you are here for some reason and I will not take 'a blessing' as an awnser. You are here for some reason."
"I want you." She says, a sad, longing tone in her voice. "I want to hold you and love you. I want to feed you the finest delicacies. You're my creation, after all."
Illya folds her arms, the rat blinking before boggling its eyes happily. She huffs, pinching her brow in annoyance 'I am nobody's 'creation'. Not my mothers, not my fathers, nobodies! EVER AGAIN! I will not be subservient to anyone again!" she snarls, her sharp teeth getting bared, a sign of male drow inheritance. She steps forward, her eyes burning bright red in anger "I will not be 'loved', I will not be 'adored' like some trinket on the shelf."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The moon flickers. Light, then dark, then light again. Brimming with light, like a chalice full of ghastly, pure radiance. Caught in every dew drop on every web in the strangled domain of Mother Moth. In this shimmering light appears Duchess Calpe Belinapter, along with her adopted son, Amaris, who is shivering and scared out of his wits.Amaris is pulled to safety by leaping strands of silk reaching out from behind him.
A snarl on her face, Mother Moth blinks towards Adeline in a sudden and impossibly fast movement, snatching her up and wrapping her wings around her. Adeline finds herself 20 feet away from the Sugarplum Queen, Mother Moth between them. Her claws drip with venom. Her teeth are like cold iron nails. Poisonous dust toxic enough to stop a human’s heart a thousand times emanates from her radiant wings. Her eyes focus on the Sugarplum Queen.
”Nobody. Talks. Like. That. To. My. Daughter.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The entrance suddenly seems to disappear. "Eyes on me, brat. It seems she hasn't disciplined you properly at all." She draws a weapon from her hair: a rusted, serrated, iron dinner knife. It looks normal for her size, but it's the length of a sword to Adeline.
"If I can't have my whole daughter, I'll take part of her. Nothing too much, I don't think. A finger, perhaps. Or maybe I'll get greedy and take your legs. Or, possibly, you could stop being a little b(GP)."
The moth-child's eyes widen and lock onto the rusted knife, and she freezes again- what little confidence she had has all but entirely dissipated, and pure horror clouds her mind. She is silent for a long while... but eventually, her claws crumble away as well. "...Fine." She speaks with the greatest reluctance, though there is still a clear resentment in her tone. "...but I don't want to make any sort of concrete decision without Mother Moth here- I want to talk to her as well..." The nymph doesn't intend to actually do anything involving the Queen at all- she secretly just hopes to keep the 10-foot tall lunatic with the giant knife from hurting her until her mother arrives. "...it's clear I'm missing some information. Who are you?"
"As you wish. I am Queen Tantalia of the Sugarplum Court. The only Queen. I created you from my own blood, dirt from my own garden, and the ancient, cartilaginous remains of my little brother, gods rest his soul." She puts the knife away. "However, Calpe seems to have corrupted you thoroughly. Never even told you about me... I trusted her, but her poison seeps into everything, it seems."
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Feuerstein lifts the pan pipes to his lips again, before letting loose a folksy melody. The other of the queen's women, if not under a mind control spell, begins to dance, and several nearby animals join in
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The Queen smiles. "Wonderful. But when they come looking for the children, what will you do?" She whispers the last part directly into his ear. Her breath smells like plum juice and burnt hair.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The almost-fey(?) takes a step away from them, still just as frightened as well as somewhat confused. "Who... who are you? Why are you here?" She can't seem to stop making occasional glances at the now-headless now-corpse, though her attention remains mostly focused on the Queen.
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)
"My, my. Calpe never told you about me? Your own mother? What else has she kept from you?" She slowly stands up to her full height. She must be ten feet tall. "Making me get up... what manners!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Adeline grimaces at those words, taking another step back. "I'm not one for tricks. I know who my mother is, and you're not her." She spits in response, very much afraid but feeling that fear mingling with anger. "What do you want?"
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 drow woman is examining a tree, a knothole in the center exuding some sort of magic. She wears drow noble robes that are very beautiful and delicate looking, with designs of rats, their tails entwined into a rat king. Her long, wavy white hair is tied back in a bun, her crimson eyes staring down at her book that she scribbles in. A rat sits on her shoulder, its amber fur shining in the low sun, eyeing her with its beady little black orbs.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Queen is upon her in an instant. She puts one of her massive hands under Adeline's chin, squishing the nymph's cheeks. "Girl. I sent you to that insect because I felt she was better equipped to raise you at the time. Now look at you." The Sugarplum Queen slowly lifts Adeline up as she speaks, examining her. "She implanted her true essence into your flesh against my will. She wants you to become a feral, violent creature, like the rest of her children. You will come with me, to your ancestral home, and we will cure you." She drops go of Adeline. "Pack your things... assuming she allowed you to have things in the first place."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A beautiful, 10-foot-tall woman in a purple ball gown and a massive, elaborate haircut seemingly manifests before her, moving into view from just out of sight. "Such a beautiful little girl... you have a fondness for rats?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
When she's lifted up by the Queen, Adeline is livid, attempting to claw and bite at her hand to be let go. When she does drop the nymph, they skitter a few feet away closer to the burrow's entrance, her antennae attempting once again to send a signal Mother Moth's way- she knows that's not their intended purpose or function, but it's worth a second try, especially in a situation this tense.
"...What? Okay, you have a lot of nerve to think I'm going to be going anywhere with you, especially without my mother!" She hisses in response, still not believing anything the Queen says, though the fledgeling roots of doubt are starting to creep in. "Why do you even want me back, assuming you ever had me to begin with- which you didn't? What do you plan to make of me?!"
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)
Her claws and teeth do nothing but ache for all the strain she put them through. "Silence. I admire your spirit, but it is uncalled for. If you have any problems, please tell your stepmother. Where is she, by the way? Has she left you home all alone too? In this cold, with monsters about?" She tuts some more.
"I want to talk to her. She has clearly been treating you poorly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I am not a little girl, I am over 400 years old." She says, not looking up from her writing, "What do you want?" She closes the book, setting it in the satchel by her feet.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"A young woman, then." She shrugs one shoulder. "Oh, I just wanted to meet you in person. Lolth told me about you. Her 'least favorite son,' she called you. Isn't that cruel of her?" She shakes her head. "So I gave you a blessing in her stead. I'm so glad you've enjoyed it so much. Rats really are better than spiders, aren't they?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Adeline is staring daggers at her from the entrance to the burrow, growling under her breath. "Like hell I'm telling you anything about my mother. I won't answer any questions you have until you answer mine first." She snarls, venom in her words- and, unbeknownst to Adeline, coalescing into droplets that cling to and fall from her fangs.
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 entrance suddenly seems to disappear. "Eyes on me, brat. It seems she hasn't disciplined you properly at all." She draws a weapon from her hair: a rusted, serrated, iron dinner knife. It looks normal for her size, but it's the length of a sword to Adeline.
"If I can't have my whole daughter, I'll take part of her. Nothing too much, I don't think. A finger, perhaps. Or maybe I'll get greedy and take your legs. Or, possibly, you could stop being a little b(GP)."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You know my ladyship? How? You look like no gods-born, no deity of evil nor good." She raises a brow. She seems to look in her general direction, though more so looking behind her, not making eye contact, but close enough. She purses her lips and sighs, "What do you want, I will ask again. Clearly you are here for some reason and I will not take 'a blessing' as an awnser. You are here for some reason."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I want you." She says, a sad, longing tone in her voice. "I want to hold you and love you. I want to feed you the finest delicacies. You're my creation, after all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The moth-child's eyes widen and lock onto the rusted knife, and she freezes again- what little confidence she had has all but entirely dissipated, and pure horror clouds her mind. She is silent for a long while... but eventually, her claws crumble away as well. "...Fine." She speaks with the greatest reluctance, though there is still a clear resentment in her tone. "...but I don't want to make any sort of concrete decision without Mother Moth here- I want to talk to her as well..." The nymph doesn't intend to actually do anything involving the Queen at all- she secretly just hopes to keep the 10-foot tall lunatic with the giant knife from hurting her until her mother arrives. "...it's clear I'm missing some information. Who are you?"
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)
Illya folds her arms, the rat blinking before boggling its eyes happily. She huffs, pinching her brow in annoyance 'I am nobody's 'creation'. Not my mothers, not my fathers, nobodies! EVER AGAIN! I will not be subservient to anyone again!" she snarls, her sharp teeth getting bared, a sign of male drow inheritance. She steps forward, her eyes burning bright red in anger "I will not be 'loved', I will not be 'adored' like some trinket on the shelf."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The moon flickers. Light, then dark, then light again. Brimming with light, like a chalice full of ghastly, pure radiance. Caught in every dew drop on every web in the strangled domain of Mother Moth. In this shimmering light appears Duchess Calpe Belinapter, along with her adopted son, Amaris, who is shivering and scared out of his wits.Amaris is pulled to safety by leaping strands of silk reaching out from behind him.
A snarl on her face, Mother Moth blinks towards Adeline in a sudden and impossibly fast movement, snatching her up and wrapping her wings around her. Adeline finds herself 20 feet away from the Sugarplum Queen, Mother Moth between them. Her claws drip with venom. Her teeth are like cold iron nails. Poisonous dust toxic enough to stop a human’s heart a thousand times emanates from her radiant wings. Her eyes focus on the Sugarplum Queen.
”Nobody. Talks. Like. That. To. My. Daughter.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"As you wish. I am Queen Tantalia of the Sugarplum Court. The only Queen. I created you from my own blood, dirt from my own garden, and the ancient, cartilaginous remains of my little brother, gods rest his soul." She puts the knife away. "However, Calpe seems to have corrupted you thoroughly. Never even told you about me... I trusted her, but her poison seeps into everything, it seems."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.