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Vanamarilla hardly had the chance to respond when a vicious wind blew into the cave, almost sending her flying off of the rock she was on. When she went to brace herself, there was a brush against her chest, too heavy to be the wind alone. She opened her eyes to see the wind swirling around Asena and the glow of Istladris creating red trails behind it. It was too late to react, that much was clear as a young man appeared in the cave, a taunting expression on his face that made Vanamarilla scowl.
There was little chance to do anything before the coyote fled from the cave, Asena right behind him. Vanamarilla, clearly not being a wolf or spirit had a moment of hesitation, but she bolted out into the storm after Asena. The wind was harsh, and the dark clouds betrayed her eyes as it made the surroundings areas more difficult to navigate with the heavy rain pouring down from the sky, beating on her skin like tiny needles.
Asena was almost out of sight and Vanamarilla was struggling to keep up with her. "Asena! Wai-" Vanamarilla faltered slightly as her foot hooked around the overgrown root of a tree. She fell forward into a puddle of mud, and looked up to see that Asena was long gone. Vanamarilla knew that the wolf spirit's lust for the gem would keep her on the hunt for the coyote, and there was no choice for Vanamarilla, but to hunt her down. She worried that if Asena got her hands on Istladris that she may not return, breaking their agreement to find the rest of the shards together.
Vanamarilla slowly got to her feet, her knees throbbing where she landed on them. She started to walk in the direction that she last saw Asena, scanning her surroundings as the wind howled through the trees. Shivers went up her spine as she ventured deeper into the forest. The canopy overhead was so thick that Vanamarilla wondered how much time had passed. Finally, she heard what sounded like a scuffle coming from somewhere in the forest, and Vanamarilla rushed in the direction she thought it came from.
As Vanamarilla was running, she lost her footing and stepped on a hole masked as a small pile of leaves. She slid down the hole, grasping at whatever the earth could provide to keep from falling further into the hole. Her stomach churned as she was flung through the air and into the depths of an underground cave. It took a moment or two for the elf to realize that her landing was much softer than it should have been, considering everything below was rocky. Vanamarilla moved just a little bit, but her arms and legs were bound, or stuck by something.
"What is this?" Vanamarilla asked quietly as she attempted to yank her arms free. She concentrated briefly and created a white glow around her hands, granting her the light she needed to make out what looked like tattered threads of silk. She could see there were tons of it all over the cave, and it clung to her cloak and skin like glue. Something clicked in her head that caused her eyes to widen with fear. It was then that she felt the threads of silk supporting her frame bouncing lightly, as something moved along it.
First, it was the figure of a naked woman with eight beady eyes clustered on her forehead, pointed ears, and the body of a spider. Her legs stretched halfway across the web easily, but she made her way along the web cautiously, the tips of her fangs visible from behind her parted lips. Vanamarilla couldn't look away. She watched the whole time the half-spider half-woman approached, until it was standing directly over her. Uncharacteristic of a spider, it got close to Vanamarilla and sniffed at her curiously.
"A young she-elf," The spider hissed seductively, one of her front legs raising and going to rest on Vanamarilla's shoulder firmly.
Vanamarilla winced slightly as the claw dug into her skin, though she tried not to show it on her face. Only the tip had punctured her skin, yet she could feel the blood rolling down her shoulder. The smell of her blood only enticed the spider, but Vanamarilla needed to be free. Perhaps, since this spider appeared to be somewhat human it could be reasoned with.
"Please. I mean you no harm, release me from this web." Vanamarilla pleaded, prompting a razor sharp smile from the spider-woman.
"I can't." The spider replied. If I don't eat you, they will..." She said, to which the top row of her eyes shifted to the ceiling where several sleeping spider women hung from their webs. Her gaze went back to Vanamarilla, and venom began to drip from her fangs. "Painless..." It whispered, head tilted back as it prepared to bite.
Vanamarilla screamed at the top of her lungs and a small white barrier materialized over her body, the spider's fangs bounding off of the surface. The spider looked baffled for a moment, but that quickly changed to outrage and she did it again, the barrier starting to give way after the second attempt. Vanamarilla didn't know how much longer she could keep it going, but she focused on repelling the blows.
The spider web was stretching at the constant force, and the spider raised up her front legs and hammered at the barrier. Vanamarilla's scream seemed to have attracted the other spiders' attention. She heard them hissing as they crawled closer to the web. All it took was one moment of distraction and Vanamarilla's barrier shattered, one of the spider's legs burying itself deep in her shoulder as it did. The smell of her blood made the spider's lurking in the shadows move closer, only stopping on the rim of the spider's web.
"The she-elf is mine. Leave her," The spider hissed angrily, moving towards the outer rim of her web to protect her prey. Another spider had unknowingly slipped past the other, headed straight for Vanamarilla as it crawled along the ceiling, and slowly lowered itself on a single thread.
There was little chance to do anything before the coyote fled from the cave, Asena right behind him. Vanamarilla, clearly not being a wolf or spirit had a moment of hesitation, but she bolted out into the storm after Asena. The wind was harsh, and the dark clouds betrayed her eyes as it made the surroundings areas more difficult to navigate with the heavy rain pouring down from the sky, beating on her skin like tiny needles.
Asena was almost out of sight and Vanamarilla was struggling to keep up with her. "Asena! Wai-" Vanamarilla faltered slightly as her foot hooked around the overgrown root of a tree. She fell forward into a puddle of mud, and looked up to see that Asena was long gone. Vanamarilla knew that the wolf spirit's lust for the gem would keep her on the hunt for the coyote, and there was no choice for Vanamarilla, but to hunt her down. She worried that if Asena got her hands on Istladris that she may not return, breaking their agreement to find the rest of the shards together.
Vanamarilla slowly got to her feet, her knees throbbing where she landed on them. She started to walk in the direction that she last saw Asena, scanning her surroundings as the wind howled through the trees. Shivers went up her spine as she ventured deeper into the forest. The canopy overhead was so thick that Vanamarilla wondered how much time had passed. Finally, she heard what sounded like a scuffle coming from somewhere in the forest, and Vanamarilla rushed in the direction she thought it came from.
As Vanamarilla was running, she lost her footing and stepped on a hole masked as a small pile of leaves. She slid down the hole, grasping at whatever the earth could provide to keep from falling further into the hole. Her stomach churned as she was flung through the air and into the depths of an underground cave. It took a moment or two for the elf to realize that her landing was much softer than it should have been, considering everything below was rocky. Vanamarilla moved just a little bit, but her arms and legs were bound, or stuck by something.
"What is this?" Vanamarilla asked quietly as she attempted to yank her arms free. She concentrated briefly and created a white glow around her hands, granting her the light she needed to make out what looked like tattered threads of silk. She could see there were tons of it all over the cave, and it clung to her cloak and skin like glue. Something clicked in her head that caused her eyes to widen with fear. It was then that she felt the threads of silk supporting her frame bouncing lightly, as something moved along it.
First, it was the figure of a naked woman with eight beady eyes clustered on her forehead, pointed ears, and the body of a spider. Her legs stretched halfway across the web easily, but she made her way along the web cautiously, the tips of her fangs visible from behind her parted lips. Vanamarilla couldn't look away. She watched the whole time the half-spider half-woman approached, until it was standing directly over her. Uncharacteristic of a spider, it got close to Vanamarilla and sniffed at her curiously.
"A young she-elf," The spider hissed seductively, one of her front legs raising and going to rest on Vanamarilla's shoulder firmly.
Vanamarilla winced slightly as the claw dug into her skin, though she tried not to show it on her face. Only the tip had punctured her skin, yet she could feel the blood rolling down her shoulder. The smell of her blood only enticed the spider, but Vanamarilla needed to be free. Perhaps, since this spider appeared to be somewhat human it could be reasoned with.
"Please. I mean you no harm, release me from this web." Vanamarilla pleaded, prompting a razor sharp smile from the spider-woman.
"I can't." The spider replied. If I don't eat you, they will..." She said, to which the top row of her eyes shifted to the ceiling where several sleeping spider women hung from their webs. Her gaze went back to Vanamarilla, and venom began to drip from her fangs. "Painless..." It whispered, head tilted back as it prepared to bite.
Vanamarilla screamed at the top of her lungs and a small white barrier materialized over her body, the spider's fangs bounding off of the surface. The spider looked baffled for a moment, but that quickly changed to outrage and she did it again, the barrier starting to give way after the second attempt. Vanamarilla didn't know how much longer she could keep it going, but she focused on repelling the blows.
The spider web was stretching at the constant force, and the spider raised up her front legs and hammered at the barrier. Vanamarilla's scream seemed to have attracted the other spiders' attention. She heard them hissing as they crawled closer to the web. All it took was one moment of distraction and Vanamarilla's barrier shattered, one of the spider's legs burying itself deep in her shoulder as it did. The smell of her blood made the spider's lurking in the shadows move closer, only stopping on the rim of the spider's web.
"The she-elf is mine. Leave her," The spider hissed angrily, moving towards the outer rim of her web to protect her prey. Another spider had unknowingly slipped past the other, headed straight for Vanamarilla as it crawled along the ceiling, and slowly lowered itself on a single thread.