The morning after the night raid. The sun shimmered on the trees and water, and birdsong was carried in the wind. The dew shone many colors on the grass. It was a beautiful morning.
The scene was promptly ruined by the large spider that descended on a thread from a tree. He was about the size of a full-grown hobbit, or a young human- it didn't matter to him, they were both tasty.
Morachion poked the human stuck in webbing that he had hung between the trees. She was a young woman, and had been trying rather violently to break free when he had bitten her with the sleeping vemon. Now, she hung limp on the web. There was another human caught in another part of the web, also stunned. He was a man of roughly the same age. Pirk will want to see this, he thought to himself. Still, if these were running from the city, others could have escaped.
Morachion began cutting the human loose from the web, and dragging her back toward the burning city. Perhaps they will let me have some of them as a snack, he mused. Some hideous form of a smile broke out on the spiders face.
[ March 29, 2003: Message edited by: Meoshi ]
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