dream sweet ➤ joining

[Sympathy]

[glow=#000,1,400]MOMENTS PASS. SHATTERED GLASS. HANDS OF TIME. WHERE'S THAT CHIME? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

★ We there yet?

✦ No. Hush. You'll wake the babies.

★ Babies? You're expecting?

✦ Well I very much wouldn't keep another female's egg sac close by, now would I?

✱ Quiet! We wants to sleep.

★ What for? It's daylight.

✱ Some of us don't like the days.

✶ Keep it down!

✸ Shut up!

A ripple shifted the little arachnids from their perches on their webs, quieting the yelling down in an instant. "Hush." A louder voice soothed. This voice was much louder, yet to those the same size as him, he would be whispering. This voice belonged to the wolf Araneae, who was looking back at the tiny creepy crawlies moving along his fur, clearly unfazed by their presence. "We're almost there." When he had spoken, he began moving once again along the land, stray trails of spiderweb fluttering gently in the breeze. A large spider, a daddy longlegs, came forth to perch on his head, beady eyes taking in the stretch of land that led to Typhoon territory. There was a ripple of mixed emotions among the other spiders. Some were excited. Others unsure about this unusual place that would soon serve as their new nest. But if Araneae was sure, they would trust his judgment. It hadn't been long before the wolf stopped once more, taking a seat but being sure to be careful of his friends. There he would wait, pumpkin orange eyes keeping watch for someone. Anyone.

this is gross but at least hes here hh//

[Grey]

Spiders didn't scare him but he knew it was a common fear. He wondered what exactly was so frightening about the arachnids. Maybe it was their spindly legs, their extra eyes, the stickiness of their webs. It might even be their alien-like appearances, the foreignness of their bodies, crawling and creeping. Are animals afraid of spiders too? Naturally, in the human world, people were also scared of the idea of coming so close to the likes of a lion or jaguar. The sight of a wolf and an army of spiders, however, gave off a different feel. He wasn't sure whether to feel disgust or interest towards the way cobwebs seemed to hang off the the male's form, blinking curiously when it seemed that he was talking to air before wondering if it was directed towards the arachnids. The male, seeing no one else to approach the strange creature, finds himself walking towards the stranger. What was originally a walk towards his usual training area became a matter of business, politics. And yet this wasn't a complaint about his original plans being discarded. The truth was that it felt like a natural occurance to him, it all felt natural because he was used to it.

"Yo, this is The Typhoon," Bakugou says, quietly hoping that the other wouldn't ask what he meant by that. Although Bakugou hadn't had the concept of groups either when he first stumbled across the island, he didn't have to patience to explain the purpose of the island and the community that lived in it. "Y'need somethin'?" He hoped the stranger wasn't going to be one of those nuisances who expected to stay for a day or two. He didn't like the idea of wasting resources on visitors, thinking it to be rather annoying and inconvenient for him. The Typhoon just felt... too hospitable. One day, their lax behaviours would turn around to bite them in the ass. His eyes can't help but continue to glance at the spiders, the way they shifted and blinked. "Do they bite?" Strange question but the Reaver wasn't prepared to be overcome by spider bites if he happened to agitate them.

[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; color: grey; letter-spacing: -1px;"][div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Spiders never bothered the child nor did any sort of long limbed bug in general. She'd always been the wild child of her own family or what she remembered of them anyway and she had never any issue with any of the wild life that she had encountered during her short time wherever it had been that she had formerly lived in. Even now as she came upon the scene her small body shifted with restless energy as her wide neon blue eyes stared up at the large wolf that seemed to be embedded with so many bugs. Spiders to be exact and she didn't know if she should keep her distance or not. Baku seemed okay with it and she allowed a small jitter of her back legs to move her forward just a bit. Focusing more on the dark canine her little paws shuffled against the ground before she promptly sat down and exhaled a long breath of smoke as she tried not to say anything while Baku was addressing the situation. But it was so hard to wait her turn and she caught herself multiple times with her mouth starting to open and vocal cords warming up for some type of length stretch of questions. Even so she was going to wait and wait she did till there was nothing left to wait about and her questions came in a flurry of moving jaws. "Who are you? Why do you have so many spiders? Do they eat off of you? What do they eat if they don't? Do you wash the webbings off and if so can I collect it for cobwebs? Hii! I'm Technopaw!" She finally managed to introduce herself after all of that, angling her face a certain way so that her scared muzzle wasn't easily seen but still smiling all the same.

[OWEN.]

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Spiders. He had seen some pretty huge ones back in his world when he was human, so seeing the multi-colored ones didn't really surprise him.

"Holy fuck.."

What surprised him was the fact that the wolf could fucking understand what they were saying and speak to them. He wasn't really one to say anything because he could communicate with feral utahraptors, but that was different. These were spiders. Spiders!

Wandering over, the german shepherd took a seat to stare and gawk for a few moments. It was rare to see Owen stunned to silence, really. He normally had something to say, even if it was a cocky comment, but now he couldn't speak.

Finally, after a few awkward moments, Owen finally opened his mouth to greet the newcomer and stranger. "Welcome to the Typhoon? Holy shit. My name's Owen, a Striker here." He barked, a grin finally making its way onto his face.

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