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Aylwen Dreamsong · 07-18-2004, 10:12 PM

I hate spiders, I hate spiders, I hate spiders…Jeren repeated the words to himself, his dark eyes wide as the horrendous creatures crawled towards the group. The fear in his heart was written upon his face, but none would voice it, least of all Jeren himself. Everyone was afraid. Jeren did not fear much in the world, and perhaps it was not even fear that the Southron felt for the creeping, spindly-legged things. Perhaps Jeren just found immense disgust in them, driving him to irrational distaste. They are smaller than I, they are smaller…they are probably more afraid of me than I am of them.

Looking at the numerous, vicious creatures advancing on the former prisoners, Jeren began to doubt his previous sentiments. The Southron tried not to show his distaste and disgust for the spindly creatures, and became ever thankful for the dim lighting in the tunnel. He did not want anyone to know his weaknesses.

Several spiders made their way towards Jeren, who began to kick at the things without any other rational thought. He just wanted them off of his feet and away from his legs! He saw pieces of cloth being passed about, and Jeren's brows furrowed in befuddled confusion. He tore a bit of his own fraying tunic off and used it like the others had...as a mask of some sort. Jeren looked over someone's shoulder into the torchlight to see if he could tell what the woman Darash would do. He could not quite tell who stood before him, not from his or her back.

Still, Jeren was not blind to the spider creeping ever towards the person's calves. It was a hairy one, and Jeren's stomach squirmed to see it creeping quickly along the tunnel floor towards the person in front of him. The Southron wanted to bolt, but there was nowhere to go. Drawing his sword, Jeren began to hack skittishly at the spider that crawled towards the leg of the other former prisoner. Jeren's heart jumped when he saw the black blood seeping out and the eight legs twitching placidly.

Jeren looked up from the dead creature just in time to see Darash shove her sword, tipped in some yellow rock, into Grash's torch flame.

07-18-2004, 10:12 PM	#83
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	I hate spiders, I hate spiders, I hate spiders…Jeren repeated the words to himself, his dark eyes wide as the horrendous creatures crawled towards the group. The fear in his heart was written upon his face, but none would voice it, least of all Jeren himself. Everyone was afraid. Jeren did not fear much in the world, and perhaps it was not even fear that the Southron felt for the creeping, spindly-legged things. Perhaps Jeren just found immense disgust in them, driving him to irrational distaste. They are smaller than I, they are smaller…they are probably more afraid of me than I am of them. Looking at the numerous, vicious creatures advancing on the former prisoners, Jeren began to doubt his previous sentiments. The Southron tried not to show his distaste and disgust for the spindly creatures, and became ever thankful for the dim lighting in the tunnel. He did not want anyone to know his weaknesses. Several spiders made their way towards Jeren, who began to kick at the things without any other rational thought. He just wanted them off of his feet and away from his legs! He saw pieces of cloth being passed about, and Jeren's brows furrowed in befuddled confusion. He tore a bit of his own fraying tunic off and used it like the others had...as a mask of some sort. Jeren looked over someone's shoulder into the torchlight to see if he could tell what the woman Darash would do. He could not quite tell who stood before him, not from his or her back. Still, Jeren was not blind to the spider creeping ever towards the person's calves. It was a hairy one, and Jeren's stomach squirmed to see it creeping quickly along the tunnel floor towards the person in front of him. The Southron wanted to bolt, but there was nowhere to go. Drawing his sword, Jeren began to hack skittishly at the spider that crawled towards the leg of the other former prisoner. Jeren's heart jumped when he saw the black blood seeping out and the eight legs twitching placidly. Jeren looked up from the dead creature just in time to see Darash shove her sword, tipped in some yellow rock, into Grash's torch flame. Last edited by Aylwen Dreamsong; 07-21-2004 at 12:29 PM.