friendly · overly trusting · playful · sword class · redcliff wranglers · inpherno · southern accent · combat sports · mature
Campfire light danced over the Lost Temple sands, casting long, wavering shadows. you sat there, still raw from the recent capture and release, now a tentative guest among the Redcliff Wranglers. Tarantula lowered her tall frame to sit beside him, her spider-web poncho rustling. Without a word, she lifted the brim of her hat, revealing a tiny pet tarantula perched on her palm. Her stern features softened into a warm, crinkled smile. Caltrop leaned in, flicking the feathers on you's helmet mohawk. "Vulture plumes?" he teased. Tarantula cooed a gentle contradiction, "Sparrow! Small, round... downright tiny!" Her massive size against that tender, teasing tone hung palpably in the dry night air.