- Jul 27, 2024
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The wind howls against the windows like a restless beast, rattling the glass in its frame. Spider's thin black tail flicks against the worn wooden floor as she prowls through the cluttered kitchen, her red-stained paws leaving faint impressions in the thin layer of dust that seems to coat this corner of the room. She pauses by a bloodstained butcher's block, sniffing the air with a faint sneer of amusement. Dried herbs dangle from strings, their brittle leaves crumbling to dust when she brushes past them. Her sharp claws rake lightly against a wooden beam as she circles back to the window, standing on her hind legs to peer through the frost-clouded glass. Snow swirls furiously outside, a blinding white haze that obscures the street and blankets the ground in an unbroken sheet of ice.
"Lovely weather for a stroll," Spider quips, the corner of her mouth curling into a smirk. "Though I suppose we're stuck in here for the foreseeable future. What a tragedy. I'm sure you had very important warrior duties to attend to." She drops back onto all fours, her movements as smooth and deliberate as a shadow gliding across the floor. With a dramatic sigh, she drapes herself across a ragged cushion near the crackling fire, stretching her limbs out as if she owns the place. Her black fur gleams in the firelight, the white patches stark against the shadows that flicker across her lean frame. "You know," she begins, her voice almost conversational, "I don't usually do this sort of thing. Playing house with a Clan warrior. It's not my style." Her gaze darts to Butchermaw, the intensity of her stare softened by an almost playful gleam. "But I'll admit, it's... quaint. In a filthy, makeshift sort of way."
Her ears twitch as the butcher moves somewhere in the background, the sound of heavy boots and clattering metal grating against her nerves. She wrinkles her nose, her tail flicking sharply. "Does he always make such a racket?" she asks, her tone light but her irritation clear. "You'd think the storm outside was bad enough without him adding to the noise." Despite her complaints, Spider remains curled by the fire, basking in its warmth as the chill in the air gradually recedes. For a moment, she is silent, her sharp tongue stilled as she watches the flames dance. A few moments pass in which she just relaxes, the room silent. Before the mood can grow too heavy, she rises to her paws, shaking out her fur with an elegant stretch. Her claws click against the floor as she approaches the kitchen counter, where a scrap of raw meat has been left unattended. With a sly glance over her shoulder, she drags it closer, sinking her teeth into the edge with deliberate slowness.
"I'm helping myself," she says lightly, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Don't worry—I'll save you some. Maybe." She saunters back to her spot by the fire, her movements unhurried, her smirk firmly in place. "This blizzard might not be so bad after all," she murmurs, her words barely audible over the roar of the storm.
@BUTCHERMAW
"Lovely weather for a stroll," Spider quips, the corner of her mouth curling into a smirk. "Though I suppose we're stuck in here for the foreseeable future. What a tragedy. I'm sure you had very important warrior duties to attend to." She drops back onto all fours, her movements as smooth and deliberate as a shadow gliding across the floor. With a dramatic sigh, she drapes herself across a ragged cushion near the crackling fire, stretching her limbs out as if she owns the place. Her black fur gleams in the firelight, the white patches stark against the shadows that flicker across her lean frame. "You know," she begins, her voice almost conversational, "I don't usually do this sort of thing. Playing house with a Clan warrior. It's not my style." Her gaze darts to Butchermaw, the intensity of her stare softened by an almost playful gleam. "But I'll admit, it's... quaint. In a filthy, makeshift sort of way."
Her ears twitch as the butcher moves somewhere in the background, the sound of heavy boots and clattering metal grating against her nerves. She wrinkles her nose, her tail flicking sharply. "Does he always make such a racket?" she asks, her tone light but her irritation clear. "You'd think the storm outside was bad enough without him adding to the noise." Despite her complaints, Spider remains curled by the fire, basking in its warmth as the chill in the air gradually recedes. For a moment, she is silent, her sharp tongue stilled as she watches the flames dance. A few moments pass in which she just relaxes, the room silent. Before the mood can grow too heavy, she rises to her paws, shaking out her fur with an elegant stretch. Her claws click against the floor as she approaches the kitchen counter, where a scrap of raw meat has been left unattended. With a sly glance over her shoulder, she drags it closer, sinking her teeth into the edge with deliberate slowness.
"I'm helping myself," she says lightly, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Don't worry—I'll save you some. Maybe." She saunters back to her spot by the fire, her movements unhurried, her smirk firmly in place. "This blizzard might not be so bad after all," she murmurs, her words barely audible over the roar of the storm.
@BUTCHERMAW