PROTECT THE FLAME- phase one, step 2

[deimos]

An arachnid. His ears flattened as it saw it approach, his jaw opening and letting the bag drop from between his teeth. They were insect similar creatures, but with eight legs, a cephalothorax instead of a head and thorax, and an abdomen. The identification wasn't hard, in Piers' mind, but this was far larger then any of the library books recorded. And he grew close, fast. It was no secret long legs assisted somebody in quicker movement. He stepped back, his ears still flat and his tail lashing. His chest was heaving, Piers' face wearing a nasty look before softening up, resuming that typically cool outlook.

"I'm far from a subject. My name is Piers and I don't-" His eyes shifted to the winged lion as he stepped closer, giving a grumble and a huff. What was it, attracting too much attention? His stomach twisted at the sight of Aurum's expression, and he turned his nose away, ears flattening more. If that was even possible. He mumbled for a second, before dropping his eyes. It was a huff, and a sudden explosion of words that rushed from his mouth in a sorry explanation.

"I want to move out. Why, does it bother you that I want to? That I want to live on my own and care for myself?" He almost spat the words, shaking his head and moving to grip the bag again, tugging it in the other direction now.

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