12-05-2019, 12:33 AM
The cold didn't particularly bother Abby.
Despite being cold-blooded, the spider had a natural sort of anti-freeze in his blood - sure, he was sensitive to temperature change, but he could maintain stable temperature at around the same levels as your average human, although not as well as his clanmates, who were mostly felines. Despite this, however, he still found himself somewhat miserable in the wintry weather, proverbially shaking in his proverbial boots.
It was all because of the damned wind.
Due to his natural temperature regulation, he didn't find himself cold, per se - that was all fine. However, in its infinite wisdom, nature saw fit to balance this out and make him just as frigid and in need of shelter as the rest of the people in this clan by kicking the sensitivity on his hairs up to 11. No, he wasn't cold - but every slight breeze felt like he was in front of an industrial fan, like some invisible ghoul was dragging its claws lightly across his body to make him uncomfortable.
The arachnid was marching about the clan, looking around for an unoccupied house to perhaps get the ridiculous wind off his back (quite literally), when he noticed the small box and even smaller child, sitting before a relatively large but still small house. He also noted the presence of Aurum, one of the mysteries of the clan (not because he seemed to be holding many personal secrets, but solely because Abathur was curious as to the extent of his genetic makeup), and so was naturally pulled towards the two, for now parted from his painstaking quest.
"Greetings," he grumbled upon approaching, his voice slightly strained due to discomfort. As he drew near - maintaining a reasonable distance from the seemingly very tiny child, of course, he didn't want to cause a scene - he was greeted with a rather wonderful concept. Blankets. He could most certainly use some sort of later between him and the tempestuous breezes that dominated his life right now. "Abathur Everman. Can self have a blanket?"
Unfortunately that was the best he could do regarding introductions. Perhaps the frigid air, despite his blood, had given him some sort of 'brain freeze.'
Despite being cold-blooded, the spider had a natural sort of anti-freeze in his blood - sure, he was sensitive to temperature change, but he could maintain stable temperature at around the same levels as your average human, although not as well as his clanmates, who were mostly felines. Despite this, however, he still found himself somewhat miserable in the wintry weather, proverbially shaking in his proverbial boots.
It was all because of the damned wind.
Due to his natural temperature regulation, he didn't find himself cold, per se - that was all fine. However, in its infinite wisdom, nature saw fit to balance this out and make him just as frigid and in need of shelter as the rest of the people in this clan by kicking the sensitivity on his hairs up to 11. No, he wasn't cold - but every slight breeze felt like he was in front of an industrial fan, like some invisible ghoul was dragging its claws lightly across his body to make him uncomfortable.
The arachnid was marching about the clan, looking around for an unoccupied house to perhaps get the ridiculous wind off his back (quite literally), when he noticed the small box and even smaller child, sitting before a relatively large but still small house. He also noted the presence of Aurum, one of the mysteries of the clan (not because he seemed to be holding many personal secrets, but solely because Abathur was curious as to the extent of his genetic makeup), and so was naturally pulled towards the two, for now parted from his painstaking quest.
"Greetings," he grumbled upon approaching, his voice slightly strained due to discomfort. As he drew near - maintaining a reasonable distance from the seemingly very tiny child, of course, he didn't want to cause a scene - he was greeted with a rather wonderful concept. Blankets. He could most certainly use some sort of later between him and the tempestuous breezes that dominated his life right now. "Abathur Everman. Can self have a blanket?"
Unfortunately that was the best he could do regarding introductions. Perhaps the frigid air, despite his blood, had given him some sort of 'brain freeze.'
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