12-28-2019, 03:54 AM
It was with great exertion that the spider pushed himself to go outside in this wintry time.
Being cold-blooded, he was, of course, partial to not going outside in the freezing cold - he wouldn't die, since spiders had a sort of anti-freeze in their blood, but the cold did make him become dormant, like someone with seasonal depression, or a bear. A really spindly, eight-legged bear, sitting in his house for winter to pass by. So the amount of effort it took for him to leave his slightly insulated abode and step out into the crisp world was far too much effort for daily life, which caused him to overexert himself, moving around much more than he normally would (because honestly, at this point, he was afraid if he stopped moving forward he would curl up and sleep for a few months.)
It was for this reason that the spider found himself at the border, crawling upon a scene that gave him déjà-vu; although he had never been in this sort of situation, he still felt a hollow pang of familiarity, as if he were an Alzheimer's patient seeing their forgotten child. It was off-putting, frankly, moreso even than the blood, or the even worse chipper attitude of the injured. It was the first time he was meeting someone with this approach to emergencies - or life in general - and he was not having a great time with it.
The time for his anti-sociality was not now, though, for now was the time for action.
The gigantic spider approached at the tail-end of the wolf's explanation of her injuries, moving forward past Torren and Snarl to examine the wounds up close. "Greetings," he began to grumble, shifting his massive body backwards to look Adelaide in the eye, "subject is in Tanglewood. Permission to bandage wounds?"
He paused for a moment, before adding, "Apologies for... invasion of space. Am somewhat versed in medical field. Can take subject to better location after wounds are treated." His research suggested people typically didn't like him, a giant spider, suddenly shoving himself all up in their grills and such, so he had to make some accomodations. Fingers - pedipalps? claws? - crossed that it worked.
Being cold-blooded, he was, of course, partial to not going outside in the freezing cold - he wouldn't die, since spiders had a sort of anti-freeze in their blood, but the cold did make him become dormant, like someone with seasonal depression, or a bear. A really spindly, eight-legged bear, sitting in his house for winter to pass by. So the amount of effort it took for him to leave his slightly insulated abode and step out into the crisp world was far too much effort for daily life, which caused him to overexert himself, moving around much more than he normally would (because honestly, at this point, he was afraid if he stopped moving forward he would curl up and sleep for a few months.)
It was for this reason that the spider found himself at the border, crawling upon a scene that gave him déjà-vu; although he had never been in this sort of situation, he still felt a hollow pang of familiarity, as if he were an Alzheimer's patient seeing their forgotten child. It was off-putting, frankly, moreso even than the blood, or the even worse chipper attitude of the injured. It was the first time he was meeting someone with this approach to emergencies - or life in general - and he was not having a great time with it.
The time for his anti-sociality was not now, though, for now was the time for action.
The gigantic spider approached at the tail-end of the wolf's explanation of her injuries, moving forward past Torren and Snarl to examine the wounds up close. "Greetings," he began to grumble, shifting his massive body backwards to look Adelaide in the eye, "subject is in Tanglewood. Permission to bandage wounds?"
He paused for a moment, before adding, "Apologies for... invasion of space. Am somewhat versed in medical field. Can take subject to better location after wounds are treated." His research suggested people typically didn't like him, a giant spider, suddenly shoving himself all up in their grills and such, so he had to make some accomodations. Fingers - pedipalps? claws? - crossed that it worked.
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