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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 5:23:03 GMT -6
[Adopting: Mind Weaver, Dream Weaver]
FLASHBACK
Skylos is about 12 years old
The twins heard voices. The voices told them that the humans who ran this prison of cages and boxes and many other animals entered. Someone had come. The term of being identical twins isn’t true. Green cannot be purple, and purple cannot be green, but they were the dominants of their other twin siblings, and now had the size to show for it. Their split space is dark, without exterior light. The humans who fed them had blinding illuminating lights to see their way through, as humans have weak eyes without sight in the dark. The voices are panicked. Purple’s antennae twitch in the semidarkness. How interesting…
What is interesting, Green clicks, a still yet giant instance in their arboreal web.
A monster is scaring everything it walks past, Purple muses. Multiple sets of violet eyes blink. Oh, by the way, the twins are massive spiders.
The monster is nothing, in the eyes of the larger beasts as they watch from the corners of their enclosures. Nothing but a dirty little kitten. He’s almost as scared of going down this hallway as anything that looks into his eyes are of him. He may or may not have bothered growing out his facial fur without snipping it away from his eyes so he could see to avoid scaring the non human creatures of the city.
1/10
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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 5:23:35 GMT -6
Or to hide the scarring where shorter white fur was growing in. There were plenty of humanoids who love his ‘pretty eyes’. Each paw step feels like an eternity. He wanted an animal. An animal who had no issue with him. Because if you have an animal in this city, so much opportunity opens up. He straightens his posture as he walks, a little snap of his suspender straps. The next area of the building of animals is very dark… and he can feel about being watched. From two different directions. Clicking sounds.
Being a cat gives one semi decent vision in semi dark places, and the kitten looks around. Worried. Scared. What sort of thing lives in this dark portion of building. He snaps his suspender straps again, just a little bit. It gives him a boost of confidence. Until he looks up. The upper corners of either side of him are literally encased in cobweb. What was once a tree gnarls in the corner, silk threads hanging off like near invisible hairs in hte dark. More clicking. His ears do the swiveling motion… and looks deeper at the darkest portion of the silkbound tree. Something blinks back at him. And its BIG, going by shadow alone.
2/10
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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 5:24:37 GMT -6
What are you… the kitten whispers, peering at the cage’s tag. He can do his letters in common, just barely. W...e...a..v...e...r… Weeveer. Weaver. What is a weaver?
The twins are watching the small cat child. He’s overgrown, like a silky weaver covered in fuzz of varying length. Trembling. Purple doesn’t move from their silk, curious. But what does GREEN want with the cat child. His paw traces the scratched human engraving on Green’s cage. Purple’s eyes follow the paw movements… is he attempting to read? Weaver don’t read.
Curiosity? Small child! Good to eat? Green’s clicking gets excitable. Sharp clicking in return. No, Purple snips back. Small child is not good for eating. Not ‘OUTSIDE’ the cage. By luck or even by sheer fate, the cat child’s paw touches Green’s door… and it creaks open. Purple reels at the image, blinking it away. They can see Green shifting a bit in the arboreal webbing. Ready to pounce.
Purple doesn’t want to see their twin become a murderer, much as they hate their instinctual act. If Green kills the small child, Green would be killed. Leaving Purple all alone. Something they could...get around but would rather not.
3/10
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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 5:26:09 GMT -6
The image of the door opening is so tantalizing to watch happen though. But not Green's door. No no no, Purple wanted THEIR door to open up. Only humans possessed the ability to open the door though.. Wait a minute.
Green. You can open the door, they click back. Softly. They’ve done it before. Back outside with Mask, their owner. The twins had been the entrance and exit for Mask, in and out of where they wanted to go. Purple recalled a strange thought. ‘Who needs a lock pick when I have the two of you?’ Until it all went wrong. And they ended up in here. Purple’s pincers curl up in anger, clicking menacingly. Until they look back down, and the cat is looking...right at themself.
‘That spider’s butt is as big as I am…’ the kitten’s thought surfaces when the curious Purple brushes the child’s mind. Annoyance. Purple shares the thought with Green. A branch snaps with their amusement becoming clacking. Yes, Purple’s butt is cat child sized! Green almost fell out of their tree with the shaking of mirth.
Abdomen. ABDOMEN. Purple sneers back. Now greatly annoyed further by their twin’s goading.
4/10
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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 5:26:54 GMT -6
‘You rude little beast. Weaver do not have ‘butts’. Weaver has abdomens.’ Purple remarks into the cat child’s head, with a deal of hissing. He freezes up, and looks again at the great purple spider hanging out in the corner. The legs twitch and he realizes that this is a BIG spider. Looming in the shadows. The branch clatters to the floor of the concrete cage, and he whips around. Another one! Across from the purple spider’s cage is the silken tree, a loose branch on the ground. The other spider is a bit differently colored, green. Its beetlely eyes are wide and...scary. Why was he seeing his own self in the spider’s pincers? The pincers pierce downwards and he sees himself screaming… and with a yowl, falls back on his butt.
His instincts are screaming. These are dangerous spiders. Clearly big enough to eat him. ‘Why are there monster spiders in this place?!’ he whimpers, drawing his legs inward to be a tiny fluff-dusted ball of threadbare clothes on the floor.
Purple hisses angrily at Green. Fool! What is your approach!?
Open the door, pull the child inside, smash the child, eat the child. Simple! Green expresses, with a near shrug of pincers.
5/10
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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 5:27:50 GMT -6
Think of weaver pincers like hands and arms, that are gesturing. Of course, Purple’s multiple eyes squint in disdain. Green’s stomach is what matters most on occasion. Green managed to get this big not by being picky. But the cat child has not screamed and run away, but is hiding here. Right between them. The beady eyes reopen. Brushing the mind again, because Purple CAN do that.
‘Mamma… I don’t want to be eaten… please come back…’ was the cat child alone? The brush probes deeper. Purple sees snippets of the threadbare overgrown little hairball of a kitten begging for meals. Dropping miniscule shinies into a jar with hope in his eyes. An image of a much larger, much healthier cat crops up, wearing fancy clothes and looking very prim and proper. Hope. Desire. But there is very few shinies in that jar. The kitten has an empty tin, with big sad eyes and half the fur is missing off his face. Purple blinks the images away as they retract the mental probing.
‘Why do you not run, little beast child. We are dangerous spider monsters.’ Purple remarks again, their head turning a bit to the side. The fluffy antennae are easy to see.
6/10
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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 5:28:26 GMT -6
He’s crying. Sniffling into his paws. Purple is confused. Is he crying because he is scared of them?
‘I can’t…’ was the little beast injured? Purple’s thoughts must be projecting to their twin because Green is climbing down the silk tree and approaching the child. What are you doing! Purple clacks out loudly. ‘I can’t go until I get a pet.’ He peeks up when he hears clattering. The green spider is almost half his height on all 8’s, leering at him. He looks into Green’s eyes.
Alarm! What is this! Green startles a bit with a screech, backing off several paces until their abdomen scrapes a portion of silk off the dead trunk. Oi Purple, this child is almost as ugly as you!
What?! Apart from more goading from their twin, Purple draws themselves down to the floor of cold humanmade earth and gets within the child’s sight. He looks around, and they lock gazes. Those eyes… a sensation of unease bristles across Purple’s hairy body. The fur on the child’s face that isn’t overgrown like a silk lump is short and bristly, like it's growing back. He looks positively terrified, and miserable.
7/10
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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 5:29:05 GMT -6
‘Why can’t you go until you get a pet?’ Purple asks, shifting a step or two backwards. Their instincts are screaming, but curiosity baits more than fear.
‘If I go out without a pet…’ a loud growling noise interrupts his thoughts. The child’s thought process becomes painful. Scared. Curling their paws into their body. ‘I can’t eat.’
‘Beg from the human who feeds the animals.’ Purple points out. ‘The human is a bleeding heart for animals in need.’ The child shakes his overgrown head, and puts it to his knees. ‘It's not difficult to beg’ The weaver has seen many a beast beg for food from the humans. It's not difficult.
‘He doesn’t understand what I say…’ the cat child whimpers. ‘I don’t understand what they said when I came in…’ His furry face is damp with tears. ‘I’m hungry…’
Purple, why are you even attempting to converse with this thing? Green sneers as they remain farther away from those EYES. Something about those eyes is keeping Green from drawing the child into their cage and eating them.
Shut up Green, you arrogant prat. I am thinking, Purple makes an angry clacking noise over the child’s head.
8/10
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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 5:29:59 GMT -6
He’s scared and hungry. Where it would be very easy to weaken the cat child, killing them would prove the end. Killer animals don’t live long in this jail. Or biters, for that matter. Purple shifts slightly away, their pincers crossed in thought. Weaver don’t need to eat nearly as often as the humans or their animal counterparts. A decently sized meal could be kept for days on the web. Nibbled whenever the craving struck. Then an idea came to him. It was risky, but if it worked, all three could leave this place called animal jail.
‘Little beast child, I have a proposal for you. My twin and I are wrongfully imprisoned here for a task we did not commit. But without a human or animal folk, nobody can leave this place.’ Purple wove their words carefully, seeking to make this sound of interest. The cat child, rubbing his watery mismatched eyes, looked up, his ear turned in listening? ‘It is of mutual benefit; you walk out with ‘pets’, and we walk as free weavers again. The three of us all win.’ Purple made sure to telegraph their proposal to Green.
Are you mad, Purple! This is a terrible idea! The little beast is nothing- Green started clicking back rapidly.
9/10
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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 5:32:55 GMT -6
Nothing but our ticket out, or do you intend to wait to grow old and eventually die. Purple points out. The humans are still here feeding us, but eventually we will be forgotten. Green hates to admit it, REALLY hates it, but their twin has a good point. Weaver are a 'forgotten species'. Crossing their pincers in annoyance, Green waves a leg with disdain. Do what you want, git. They both hear the loud aching growl of the child’s stomach. He shrinks in on himself, his tail curling around his body.
‘How do I get them to come if they don’t understand me…’ the cat child thinks in a small mewl. Did he know nothing? Purple mistakes his question as folly.
‘Go back, take their hand and lead them here. Point at the two of us and figure out how to ask for paper. Humans have to write things down to take animals from here.’ the weaver instructs the child’s head. They wave a leg back towards the door. ‘The human will be pleased to release us. Go on… or do you intend to starve to death between us.’ The kitten pulls away from the floor slowly, still holding their stomach before managing to get to two legs and walk out of the room.
Weaver can’t tell time. Eventually the child does return, a bit hazy eyed but towing one of the humans who feed them. The human has a pen and paper in a fist, as the cat child turns around and points excitedly at the two weavers, and gestures at himself. The human gestures to the both of them, with a look of shock. A nod, bobbing the overgrown silk growing from them. Purple waits. Green glowers. Finally, the child stops scribbling wildly on the paper, and gives it back. Finally, the door is opened. Not just a door, but because of their size, the whole front wall opens up. A length of rope is tossed around Purple’s middle, and tightened. It's not even silk. Purple is offended, menacingly snipping their pincers at the human while they are with their back turned, tossing a rope around Green as well, and passing two ‘leashes’ to the child.
It's after dark when a small, hungry cat child and two weaver that are about his size alone walk out of animal jail, free yet chained together.
10/10 -fin
+1 level Skylos, +2 levels weaver, no loyalty
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Definitely loving all those tiny updates that where made with the rest as well! <3