in our talons — returning moth

[Abattoir]

  This section of the border is her domain.


  Itsy isn't one to verbalize such a thing often, if at all, much less brag about it-- but, it was true. From the earliest she can remember she has lived in the irradiated, marshy border of the tangled wood. There was little that could happen within the minimalist expanse of her web that she was unaware of. Indeed, just last week she had caught a rogue NPC smelling faintly of the Pitt in her web-- ensnaring him --then proceeded to wrap him up, dose him with her venom, and feed at her leisure. It is the way things had always been. It is the way things would likely always be.

  But, to the point..

  Moth has returned.

  Or, she assumed it was Moth, based on the description given to her by a nervous NPC Tangler when she queried after what all of the fuss was about. And with Moth, is something foul smelling. Something wearing an oddity on his face. A dog of some sort? No.. no.. Well, whatever it was, it is seemingly in quite a bit of pain as it seizes on the muddy ground. Pain Aurum appeared concerned over despite the obvious Pittian stench clinging to its fur. Ha, what a lovely Proxy. Has she mentioned lion is her favorite prey? The wings only make it more tempting.. alas, she has manners. Eating the Proxy would be quite rude. Particularly when she is full.

  Itsy emerges from the depths of the gnarled undergrowth, revealing herself from where she had been watching the duo. She tssks to herself as her many eyes take in the scene, wan sunlight glinting off her vibrant carapace.

"Goodness! Moth! And hello to you as well, Proxy. Who is this? Shall I fetch aid?"