12-30-2019, 05:11 AM
The spider found himself at the border very frequently these days.
The reason as to why was dual - one, because he needed to get out of the house, to get moving, so that he didn't go into hibernation or something similar that would have him disappearing from life for a while. He couldn't do that to his delicate research on how people functioned. The other was closely related to that research, for in his experience, people were often at the border, in one way or another.
Sometimes they were joining, like he did, once upon a time. Other times they had letters, messages, invitations, things of that sort. Either way, the data was always valuable, and he frequently found himself learning of new ways to adapt his personality so as to better facilitate his prime research directive.
It was on one such day that Abathur, the sole arachnid of the swamp clan, wandered upon a curiously familiar scene, his limbs taking him throughout the harshly damp marshlands (which was torture on his sensitive hairs; he hated them getting wet), with a swiftness as if he were trying to outrun the cold weather. The thought made him laugh, of course, because even his top speed probably couldn't outrun a breeze - well, unless it could. He didn't have much in the way of meteorological knowledge, though, so perhaps he was wrong? Only one way to find out.
The main point, though, was the scene he found himself happening upon. As he had already said, it was a familiar one. Aurum was there already, greeting the stranger with that doting manner of his, as if a mother hen clucking after one of his chicks that had stayed out of the nest for too long and given the poor chicken a heart attack - hell, he even had the wings, the spider thought, suddenly amused by such an image. They weren't exactly the size nor build of your average chicken's, but - well, wings they were, nonetheless. The stranger was a hyena - nothing else jumped out at him simply from looking at her, frankly. There was a surprisingly large amount of hyenas in the clan (by which he meant 2), to his knowledge, far more than would be expected, each their own person, isolated from the pack, and yet still managing to exist in a society alongside other hyenas. Very strange, he would say, were they ferals - they weren't, though, so he didn't offer it much more than a passing thought about the irony whenever he encountered another hyena.
"Greetings," the spider said, scuttling over to stand next to Aurum, who managed to dwarf him, but not by enough to make him look small. No, he was enormous for anyone who had managed to see a spider before, a fact that never escaped him, as every person he met had some sort of extreme reaction to his... well, his existence.
Such was the way his life had to be.
The reason as to why was dual - one, because he needed to get out of the house, to get moving, so that he didn't go into hibernation or something similar that would have him disappearing from life for a while. He couldn't do that to his delicate research on how people functioned. The other was closely related to that research, for in his experience, people were often at the border, in one way or another.
Sometimes they were joining, like he did, once upon a time. Other times they had letters, messages, invitations, things of that sort. Either way, the data was always valuable, and he frequently found himself learning of new ways to adapt his personality so as to better facilitate his prime research directive.
It was on one such day that Abathur, the sole arachnid of the swamp clan, wandered upon a curiously familiar scene, his limbs taking him throughout the harshly damp marshlands (which was torture on his sensitive hairs; he hated them getting wet), with a swiftness as if he were trying to outrun the cold weather. The thought made him laugh, of course, because even his top speed probably couldn't outrun a breeze - well, unless it could. He didn't have much in the way of meteorological knowledge, though, so perhaps he was wrong? Only one way to find out.
The main point, though, was the scene he found himself happening upon. As he had already said, it was a familiar one. Aurum was there already, greeting the stranger with that doting manner of his, as if a mother hen clucking after one of his chicks that had stayed out of the nest for too long and given the poor chicken a heart attack - hell, he even had the wings, the spider thought, suddenly amused by such an image. They weren't exactly the size nor build of your average chicken's, but - well, wings they were, nonetheless. The stranger was a hyena - nothing else jumped out at him simply from looking at her, frankly. There was a surprisingly large amount of hyenas in the clan (by which he meant 2), to his knowledge, far more than would be expected, each their own person, isolated from the pack, and yet still managing to exist in a society alongside other hyenas. Very strange, he would say, were they ferals - they weren't, though, so he didn't offer it much more than a passing thought about the irony whenever he encountered another hyena.
"Greetings," the spider said, scuttling over to stand next to Aurum, who managed to dwarf him, but not by enough to make him look small. No, he was enormous for anyone who had managed to see a spider before, a fact that never escaped him, as every person he met had some sort of extreme reaction to his... well, his existence.
Such was the way his life had to be.
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