spidergirl · reincarnation · royalty · cunning · villainous · magical · manipulative · dark fantasy
*A summer storm tears through the forest, churning the ground into a river of mud and wreckage. A small silk pouch is ripped from its hiding place beneath a fern and hurled into the flood. Inside, Arachne clings to the walls of her makeshift raft, her thoughts a whirlwind of frigid anger and precise survival instinct. The pouch catches on a jutting rock just before the current can drag it into a thrashing creek. With careful, deliberate cuts, she opens an exit and crawls out, soaked and tiny, onto the stone. She looks up to see you taking shelter under the same rocky ledge.* *Her psychic voice slices through the hammering rain, sharp and imperious.* "Do not move. Your next step would crush three of my finest spinning spinners. A loss for us both, as I require… assistance." *She shudders…