01-03-2020, 05:53 AM
[don't apologize; just write as much as you want and i'll do the same, yeah?]
"Power, inconsequential," the spider muttered darkly to himself, an offhanded remark, simply speaking without really thinking while his interrogator talked. It was rare that he spoke so quickly - normally he would take his time, a second or two or more, to think, to mull over a 'proper' response. It was a habit he hadn't shaken in the relatively short amount of time he had lived here in Tanglewood.
The venom question caught him off guard, though he supposed he should have sawn it coming. It made sense for anyone to be worried about what it could do to them, or even morbidly curious about it. He just hadn't really thought about it. He saw it as a tool for hunting, and he never wanted to hunt people yet - he had been hunted down himself for most of his life, various attempts to kill him leaving him both mentally scarred and strong. He would never forget, but he considered himself a grown spider - he wouldn't let their actions get in the way of his development, his evolution.
"Have paralytic effect - prevent prey from struggling. Allows easier killing." He said, firstly, lifting his chelicarae up so that his fangs were more visible, for emphasis. "Primary defensive tool, however, is fear. Do not need to bite, only need to threaten to bite - opens opportunity for escape." His speech was, while smooth as ever, addled with the underlying current of first-hand experience, as if he knew what he was talking about. "Always retreat from open combat. Dislike fighting, and function better with element of surprise. However," as he continued talking, he lowered his fangs again, shifting his stance slightly to lower himself to the ground, "if self needs to defend self and cannot run, consider silk more useful than fangs. Fangs give threat of biting, can cause pain, yes, but silk is incredibly versatile, and can spin many varieties of strands, including adhesive. Very useful."
"Power, inconsequential," the spider muttered darkly to himself, an offhanded remark, simply speaking without really thinking while his interrogator talked. It was rare that he spoke so quickly - normally he would take his time, a second or two or more, to think, to mull over a 'proper' response. It was a habit he hadn't shaken in the relatively short amount of time he had lived here in Tanglewood.
The venom question caught him off guard, though he supposed he should have sawn it coming. It made sense for anyone to be worried about what it could do to them, or even morbidly curious about it. He just hadn't really thought about it. He saw it as a tool for hunting, and he never wanted to hunt people yet - he had been hunted down himself for most of his life, various attempts to kill him leaving him both mentally scarred and strong. He would never forget, but he considered himself a grown spider - he wouldn't let their actions get in the way of his development, his evolution.
"Have paralytic effect - prevent prey from struggling. Allows easier killing." He said, firstly, lifting his chelicarae up so that his fangs were more visible, for emphasis. "Primary defensive tool, however, is fear. Do not need to bite, only need to threaten to bite - opens opportunity for escape." His speech was, while smooth as ever, addled with the underlying current of first-hand experience, as if he knew what he was talking about. "Always retreat from open combat. Dislike fighting, and function better with element of surprise. However," as he continued talking, he lowered his fangs again, shifting his stance slightly to lower himself to the ground, "if self needs to defend self and cannot run, consider silk more useful than fangs. Fangs give threat of biting, can cause pain, yes, but silk is incredibly versatile, and can spin many varieties of strands, including adhesive. Very useful."
tags - "speech"