His eyes flicker from the ghoul, to the fire, and back to the ghoul. “Not hungry for food, though, I’m guessing?” They say, taking a sip of their hot chocolate. It starts to snow a bit harder, but the fire persists.
"Not normally. Though as of recently, material foods have been able to nourish me just fine." It shudders slightly, shaking off the snow that's been piling on its leaves and roots and the giant bones it's coiled around and within. "What's your name?"
He sees that the crooked ghoul seems cold and produces a couple more branches to add to the fire, inviting Ghoulianth closer. “Vanilla. Vanilla De Meringue. Though that sounds really formal, doesn’t it? Vanilla. Do you want something to eat?”
The ghoul does inch a bit closer to the flames, but not too close. "Pleased to meet you, Vanilla. I am Helianth." One of its hands- the one holding that grim-looking fork made of fused materials- reaches towards the flames for a moment, but it stops itself.
“Please don’t eat the fire- it’s a hassle to collect the wood… I have some rations.”
"Apologies. It's an old habit of mine." They move a tiny bit away from the flames, though they still absorb a tiny bit of the warmth it emits that drifts their way. "I appreciate the offer, but I must decline."
He frowns. ”why’s that?”
"Eternal hunger, I'm afraid. It's not as all-consuming as before, but it can't really be sated. Nothing could be enough... well, maybe a black hole or something of the sort, but that's not something I can get my hands on at the moment."
”oh.” He pales a bit, his lip trembling. “That’s not something I would wish… on anyone. Not even the… other ghouls, who eat selfishly and with nothing but gluttony-… so… you’re just… empty inside, forever?”
His eyes flicker from the ghoul, to the fire, and back to the ghoul. “Not hungry for food, though, I’m guessing?” They say, taking a sip of their hot chocolate. It starts to snow a bit harder, but the fire persists.
"Not normally. Though as of recently, material foods have been able to nourish me just fine." It shudders slightly, shaking off the snow that's been piling on its leaves and roots and the giant bones it's coiled around and within. "What's your name?"
He sees that the crooked ghoul seems cold and produces a couple more branches to add to the fire, inviting Ghoulianth closer. “Vanilla. Vanilla De Meringue. Though that sounds really formal, doesn’t it? Vanilla. Do you want something to eat?”
The ghoul does inch a bit closer to the flames, but not too close. "Pleased to meet you, Vanilla. I am Helianth." One of its hands- the one holding that grim-looking fork made of fused materials- reaches towards the flames for a moment, but it stops itself.
“Please don’t eat the fire- it’s a hassle to collect the wood… I have some rations.”
"Apologies. It's an old habit of mine." They move a tiny bit away from the flames, though they still absorb a tiny bit of the warmth it emits that drifts their way. "I appreciate the offer, but I must decline."
He frowns. ”why’s that?”
"Eternal hunger, I'm afraid. It's not as all-consuming as before, but it can't really be sated. Nothing could be enough... well, maybe a black hole or something of the sort, but that's not something I can get my hands on at the moment."
”oh.” He pales a bit, his lip trembling. “That’s not something I would wish… on anyone. Not even the… other ghouls, who eat selfishly and with nothing but gluttony-… so… you’re just… empty inside, forever?”
"Well, hopefully not forever, but... unless I find a way to fix it, yes. You needn't feel sorry for me- I've managed it quite well for the last few centuries."
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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)
"Simple pain wouldn't create an anger this deep, I don't think. I believe it was a contributing factor, though. Perhaps I was very young when they did whatever they did. Children are easy to wound for life. They should be protected. Wouldn't you agree... Duchess?" He takes a sharp inhale. "Duchess of what?"
She doesn’t respond for a few moments- as if that question was not one she had a full answer to. “Duchess-… of the silken sanctuary… Duchess Calpe Belinapter-… yes… children- they are all such fragile things…” she takes a sharp breath as well, slightly on edge.
He places his mask back on. "It must be nice... to have a name like that." He giggles, his voice melodic once more. "How did you earn it? Do you remember?" He takes the blade off his saw, beginning to clean 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.
His eyes flicker from the ghoul, to the fire, and back to the ghoul. “Not hungry for food, though, I’m guessing?” They say, taking a sip of their hot chocolate. It starts to snow a bit harder, but the fire persists.
"Not normally. Though as of recently, material foods have been able to nourish me just fine." It shudders slightly, shaking off the snow that's been piling on its leaves and roots and the giant bones it's coiled around and within. "What's your name?"
He sees that the crooked ghoul seems cold and produces a couple more branches to add to the fire, inviting Ghoulianth closer. “Vanilla. Vanilla De Meringue. Though that sounds really formal, doesn’t it? Vanilla. Do you want something to eat?”
The ghoul does inch a bit closer to the flames, but not too close. "Pleased to meet you, Vanilla. I am Helianth." One of its hands- the one holding that grim-looking fork made of fused materials- reaches towards the flames for a moment, but it stops itself.
“Please don’t eat the fire- it’s a hassle to collect the wood… I have some rations.”
"Apologies. It's an old habit of mine." They move a tiny bit away from the flames, though they still absorb a tiny bit of the warmth it emits that drifts their way. "I appreciate the offer, but I must decline."
He frowns. ”why’s that?”
"Eternal hunger, I'm afraid. It's not as all-consuming as before, but it can't really be sated. Nothing could be enough... well, maybe a black hole or something of the sort, but that's not something I can get my hands on at the moment."
”oh.” He pales a bit, his lip trembling. “That’s not something I would wish… on anyone. Not even the… other ghouls, who eat selfishly and with nothing but gluttony-… so… you’re just… empty inside, forever?”
"Well, hopefully not forever, but... unless I find a way to fix it, yes. You needn't feel sorry for me- I've managed it quite well for the last few centuries."
“Centuries?-…” his eyes widen. “Who cursed?… you?”
"Eternal hunger, I'm afraid. It's not as all-consuming as before, but it can't really be sated. Nothing could be enough... well, maybe a black hole or something of the sort, but that's not something I can get my hands on at the moment."
”oh.” He pales a bit, his lip trembling. “That’s not something I would wish… on anyone. Not even the… other ghouls, who eat selfishly and with nothing but gluttony-… so… you’re just… empty inside, forever?”
"Well, hopefully not forever, but... unless I find a way to fix it, yes. You needn't feel sorry for me- I've managed it quite well for the last few centuries."
“Centuries?-…” his eyes widen. “Who cursed?… you?”
" My theory is that it was a being from the Far Realm. Creating things with unending appetites fits their modus operandi quite well, I think."
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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)
"Simple pain wouldn't create an anger this deep, I don't think. I believe it was a contributing factor, though. Perhaps I was very young when they did whatever they did. Children are easy to wound for life. They should be protected. Wouldn't you agree... Duchess?" He takes a sharp inhale. "Duchess of what?"
She doesn’t respond for a few moments- as if that question was not one she had a full answer to. “Duchess-… of the silken sanctuary… Duchess Calpe Belinapter-… yes… children- they are all such fragile things…” she takes a sharp breath as well, slightly on edge.
He places his mask back on. "It must be nice... to have a name like that." He giggles, his voice melodic once more. "How did you earn it? Do you remember?" He takes the blade off his saw, beginning to clean it.
She shivers. “My mother gave me my name, oh so long ago… as for my titles- they were bestowed upon me by his Waxing Highness, Jaci the first, the first of the Moonlit Kings… but that was so, so long ago-… I rarely use those names any more. I almost have forgotten why he had given them to me…”
He thinks for a moment. "You're not a full fey. You can handle my cold iron saw blades, I think. Would you be able to sharpen them? Given proper equipment, I mean. Wood dulls metal faster than anything else."
"Yeah, not quite yet, so I should be able to sharpen them." She responds. Her smile drops the faintest bit for a second, but she quickly resumes her previous enthusiasm for the bonfire.
The glint of teeth disappears. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, please let me know. I don't want you getting hurt or upset on my watch. I'm trying to be more responsible."
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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.
"Eternal hunger, I'm afraid. It's not as all-consuming as before, but it can't really be sated. Nothing could be enough... well, maybe a black hole or something of the sort, but that's not something I can get my hands on at the moment."
”oh.” He pales a bit, his lip trembling. “That’s not something I would wish… on anyone. Not even the… other ghouls, who eat selfishly and with nothing but gluttony-… so… you’re just… empty inside, forever?”
"Well, hopefully not forever, but... unless I find a way to fix it, yes. You needn't feel sorry for me- I've managed it quite well for the last few centuries."
“Centuries?-…” his eyes widen. “Who cursed?… you?”
" My theory is that it was a being from the Far Realm. Creating things with unending appetites fits their modus operandi quite well, I think."
He thinks for a moment. "You're not a full fey. You can handle my cold iron saw blades, I think. Would you be able to sharpen them? Given proper equipment, I mean. Wood dulls metal faster than anything else."
"Yeah, not quite yet, so I should be able to sharpen them." She responds. Her smile drops the faintest bit for a second, but she quickly resumes her previous enthusiasm for the bonfire.
The glint of teeth disappears. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, please let me know. I don't want you getting hurt or upset on my watch. I'm trying to be more responsible."
"N- No, I'm fine. Just deep in thought, is all." She shivers a bit in the cold. "Oh, by the way, I'm Adeline. What's your name? Don't worry, I can't take names."
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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)
"Eternal hunger, I'm afraid. It's not as all-consuming as before, but it can't really be sated. Nothing could be enough... well, maybe a black hole or something of the sort, but that's not something I can get my hands on at the moment."
”oh.” He pales a bit, his lip trembling. “That’s not something I would wish… on anyone. Not even the… other ghouls, who eat selfishly and with nothing but gluttony-… so… you’re just… empty inside, forever?”
"Well, hopefully not forever, but... unless I find a way to fix it, yes. You needn't feel sorry for me- I've managed it quite well for the last few centuries."
“Centuries?-…” his eyes widen. “Who cursed?… you?”
" My theory is that it was a being from the Far Realm. Creating things with unending appetites fits their modus operandi quite well, I think."
“Oh? Which being? I… might have heard of them.”
"The most likely culprit, from what my research told me, is Ragnorra, Mother of Monsters. I don't know for certain, though."
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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)
"Eternal hunger, I'm afraid. It's not as all-consuming as before, but it can't really be sated. Nothing could be enough... well, maybe a black hole or something of the sort, but that's not something I can get my hands on at the moment."
”oh.” He pales a bit, his lip trembling. “That’s not something I would wish… on anyone. Not even the… other ghouls, who eat selfishly and with nothing but gluttony-… so… you’re just… empty inside, forever?”
"Well, hopefully not forever, but... unless I find a way to fix it, yes. You needn't feel sorry for me- I've managed it quite well for the last few centuries."
“Centuries?-…” his eyes widen. “Who cursed?… you?”
" My theory is that it was a being from the Far Realm. Creating things with unending appetites fits their modus operandi quite well, I think."
“Oh? Which being? I… might have heard of them.”
"The most likely culprit, from what my research told me, is Ragnorra, Mother of Monsters. I don't know for certain, though."
“I’ve… heard of that one, I think, only vaguely, though. They appear on earth every couple thousand years and create… dreadful monsters with their spores, or something, right?”
He places his mask back on. "It must be nice... to have a name like that." He giggles, his voice melodic once more. "How did you earn it? Do you remember?" He takes the blade off his saw, beginning to clean it.
She shivers. “My mother gave me my name, oh so long ago… as for my titles- they were bestowed upon me by his Waxing Highness, Jaci the first, the first of the Moonlit Kings… but that was so, so long ago-… I rarely use those names any more. I almost have forgotten why he had given them to me…”
He stops cleaning the blade. "Did you earn it, though?" His breathing is heavy, sounding like birdsong through his mask. "What did you do for it?" There's a faint hostility in his voice. It's probably a lot more overt while his face is bare.
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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 glint of teeth disappears. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, please let me know. I don't want you getting hurt or upset on my watch. I'm trying to be more responsible."
"N- No, I'm fine. Just deep in thought, is all." She shivers a bit in the cold. "Oh, by the way, I'm Adeline. What's your name? Don't worry, I can't take names."
He seems hesitant. "P-Piecemeal. It's my eighth name, and I really like it. Be careful with it, please." He brings her inside to the massive hearth. "I'll bring in blades for you, and you just keep this fire alive for now."
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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 places his mask back on. "It must be nice... to have a name like that." He giggles, his voice melodic once more. "How did you earn it? Do you remember?" He takes the blade off his saw, beginning to clean it.
She shivers. “My mother gave me my name, oh so long ago… as for my titles- they were bestowed upon me by his Waxing Highness, Jaci the first, the first of the Moonlit Kings… but that was so, so long ago-… I rarely use those names any more. I almost have forgotten why he had given them to me…”
He stops cleaning the blade. "Did you earn it, though?" His breathing is heavy, sounding like birdsong through his mask. "What did you do for it?" There's a faint hostility in his voice. It's probably a lot more overt while his face is bare.
She looks to the ground, recalling an old memory. “I had helped him- along with seven others… overthrow the Duke of… which court was it-…-he had stolen the children of a village I had blessed-… blessed with the knowledge of how to use silk-…” she says slowly, correcting herself along the way.
”oh.” He pales a bit, his lip trembling. “That’s not something I would wish… on anyone. Not even the… other ghouls, who eat selfishly and with nothing but gluttony-… so… you’re just… empty inside, forever?”
"Well, hopefully not forever, but... unless I find a way to fix it, yes. You needn't feel sorry for me- I've managed it quite well for the last few centuries."
“Centuries?-…” his eyes widen. “Who cursed?… you?”
" My theory is that it was a being from the Far Realm. Creating things with unending appetites fits their modus operandi quite well, I think."
“Oh? Which being? I… might have heard of them.”
"The most likely culprit, from what my research told me, is Ragnorra, Mother of Monsters. I don't know for certain, though."
“I’ve… heard of that one, I think, only vaguely, though. They appear on earth every couple thousand years and create… dreadful monsters with their spores, or something, right?”
"Correct. Might explain why it granted me sentience as well as hunger. They left soon after I first awoke, so I wasn't able to see them."
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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 glint of teeth disappears. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, please let me know. I don't want you getting hurt or upset on my watch. I'm trying to be more responsible."
"N- No, I'm fine. Just deep in thought, is all." She shivers a bit in the cold. "Oh, by the way, I'm Adeline. What's your name? Don't worry, I can't take names."
He seems hesitant. "P-Piecemeal. It's my eighth name, and I really like it. Be careful with it, please." He brings her inside to the massive hearth. "I'll bring in blades for you, and you just keep this fire alive for now."
"I'll be careful with it- promise." She follows him inside, sitting beside the crackling fire, her large eyes taking in its warm glow as she makes sure it remains fueled and alive when he returns.
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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)
”oh.” He pales a bit, his lip trembling. “That’s not something I would wish… on anyone. Not even the… other ghouls, who eat selfishly and with nothing but gluttony-… so… you’re just… empty inside, forever?”
"Well, hopefully not forever, but... unless I find a way to fix it, yes. You needn't feel sorry for me- I've managed it quite well for the last few centuries."
“Centuries?-…” his eyes widen. “Who cursed?… you?”
" My theory is that it was a being from the Far Realm. Creating things with unending appetites fits their modus operandi quite well, I think."
“Oh? Which being? I… might have heard of them.”
"The most likely culprit, from what my research told me, is Ragnorra, Mother of Monsters. I don't know for certain, though."
“I’ve… heard of that one, I think, only vaguely, though. They appear on earth every couple thousand years and create… dreadful monsters with their spores, or something, right?”
"Correct. Might explain why it granted me sentience as well as hunger. They left soon after I first awoke, so I wasn't able to see them."
“How cruel… what… uhm, have you done to try and sate this hunger? Surely you haven’t just lived with it for all these centuries?”
He stops cleaning the blade. "Did you earn it, though?" His breathing is heavy, sounding like birdsong through his mask. "What did you do for it?" There's a faint hostility in his voice. It's probably a lot more overt while his face is bare.
She looks to the ground, recalling an old memory. “I had helped him- along with seven others… overthrow the Duke of… which court was it-…-he had stolen the children of a village I had blessed-… blessed with the knowledge of how to use silk-…” she says slowly, correcting herself along the way.
He clicks the blade back into place. "So... you caused a problem, solved it in the most extreme way possible, and were given a title for it?" He spins the cold iron weapon. "Very interesting. Now, what's your deal? What would you say you do here?"
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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 stops cleaning the blade. "Did you earn it, though?" His breathing is heavy, sounding like birdsong through his mask. "What did you do for it?" There's a faint hostility in his voice. It's probably a lot more overt while his face is bare.
She looks to the ground, recalling an old memory. “I had helped him- along with seven others… overthrow the Duke of… which court was it-…-he had stolen the children of a village I had blessed-… blessed with the knowledge of how to use silk-…” she says slowly, correcting herself along the way.
He clicks the blade back into place. "So... you caused a problem, solved it in the most extreme way possible, and were given a title for it?" He spins the cold iron weapon. "Very interesting. Now, what's your deal? What would you say you do here?"
She grimaces. “I was young- and inexperienced… arrogant. I… had moved here shortly before winter began to come… hoping to have found a suitable home for my children. Now, me and my children mostly help travelers lost in the cold…”
He seems hesitant. "P-Piecemeal. It's my eighth name, and I really like it. Be careful with it, please." He brings her inside to the massive hearth. "I'll bring in blades for you, and you just keep this fire alive for now."
"I'll be careful with it- promise." She follows him inside, sitting beside the crackling fire, her large eyes taking in its warm glow as she makes sure it remains fueled and alive when he returns.
He walks out, leaving her with almost every layer of protection he has against the cold. "I'm heading out now. Stay safe, alright? You're important, Adeline." He stresses her name, as though it were massively important that she remember she has one. He disappears out the door, beginning to saw down a tree.
*Wanna send in someone else to meet him while he works?*
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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”oh.” He pales a bit, his lip trembling. “That’s not something I would wish… on anyone. Not even the… other ghouls, who eat selfishly and with nothing but gluttony-… so… you’re just… empty inside, forever?”
"Well, hopefully not forever, but... unless I find a way to fix it, yes. You needn't feel sorry for me- I've managed it quite well for the last few centuries."
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 places his mask back on. "It must be nice... to have a name like that." He giggles, his voice melodic once more. "How did you earn it? Do you remember?" He takes the blade off his saw, beginning to clean it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Centuries?-…” his eyes widen. “Who cursed?… you?”
" My theory is that it was a being from the Far Realm. Creating things with unending appetites fits their modus operandi quite well, I think."
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)
She shivers. “My mother gave me my name, oh so long ago… as for my titles- they were bestowed upon me by his Waxing Highness, Jaci the first, the first of the Moonlit Kings… but that was so, so long ago-… I rarely use those names any more. I almost have forgotten why he had given them to me…”
The glint of teeth disappears. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, please let me know. I don't want you getting hurt or upset on my watch. I'm trying to be more responsible."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh? Which being? I… might have heard of them.”
"N- No, I'm fine. Just deep in thought, is all." She shivers a bit in the cold. "Oh, by the way, I'm Adeline. What's your name? Don't worry, I can't take names."
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 most likely culprit, from what my research told me, is Ragnorra, Mother of Monsters. I don't know for certain, though."
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’ve… heard of that one, I think, only vaguely, though. They appear on earth every couple thousand years and create… dreadful monsters with their spores, or something, right?”
He stops cleaning the blade. "Did you earn it, though?" His breathing is heavy, sounding like birdsong through his mask. "What did you do for it?" There's a faint hostility in his voice. It's probably a lot more overt while his face is bare.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He seems hesitant. "P-Piecemeal. It's my eighth name, and I really like it. Be careful with it, please." He brings her inside to the massive hearth. "I'll bring in blades for you, and you just keep this fire alive for now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She looks to the ground, recalling an old memory. “I had helped him- along with seven others… overthrow the Duke of… which court was it-…-he had stolen the children of a village I had blessed-… blessed with the knowledge of how to use silk-…” she says slowly, correcting herself along the way.
"Correct. Might explain why it granted me sentience as well as hunger. They left soon after I first awoke, so I wasn't able to see them."
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'll be careful with it- promise." She follows him inside, sitting beside the crackling fire, her large eyes taking in its warm glow as she makes sure it remains fueled and alive when he returns.
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)
“How cruel… what… uhm, have you done to try and sate this hunger? Surely you haven’t just lived with it for all these centuries?”
He clicks the blade back into place. "So... you caused a problem, solved it in the most extreme way possible, and were given a title for it?" He spins the cold iron weapon. "Very interesting. Now, what's your deal? What would you say you do here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She grimaces. “I was young- and inexperienced… arrogant. I… had moved here shortly before winter began to come… hoping to have found a suitable home for my children. Now, me and my children mostly help travelers lost in the cold…”
He walks out, leaving her with almost every layer of protection he has against the cold. "I'm heading out now. Stay safe, alright? You're important, Adeline." He stresses her name, as though it were massively important that she remember she has one. He disappears out the door, beginning to saw down a tree.
*Wanna send in someone else to meet him while he works?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.