05-08-2020, 03:28 PM
*From the eyes of the spider*
He had first caught a glimpse of the dark haired man some time past on the isle of summer. The man while seemingly undistinguished save for a scar spanning the right of his face would not have been given a second glance, but his appearance was not what drew the arachnids attention. The darked-haired man was “incomplete” , the threads of his mind were a tangled mess of broken and frayed strings. This sight was abhorrent and utterly corrupted to his own eyes, his weave was broken and mangled through unknown means. This simply would not do.
The man had hardly noticed Enny, most tend to simply miss him while he walked as a man. This was just fine for his purposes. With the patience that comes with the nature of an ambush predator he followed the man at some distance. Boarding the ship just after the man he now had a name for the broken weaved person “ Darkmane”.
After some days aboard the ship watching this Darkmane mostly kept to himself in the ship’s hold constantly writing by the meager light of a candle, this suited just fine. Some nights into the journey he awaited the man to sleep, he let his natural form burst forth from the man-form and crept down into the hold keeping to the walls and ceiling of the ship’s interior.
Settling his rather large but far more dexterous form as close to Darkmane’s head as he possibly could while still facing an exit. Affixing all of his eyes and sight upon the broken weave surrounding Darkmane’s mind. Studying the corrupted weave this close it seemed to almost be severed. Awe swam through all of his body causing an involuntary chitter of anxiety as it dawned on him what was wrong, this was a single very long weave of this man’s memories. Pitty replaced the awe as he traced the beginning of thread to the first cut, this would be the hardest part in the mess that was the weave of Darkman’s memory.
It was nearly all night to trace it back to the start, and the moment he delicately used his fore-limbs to tie the ends together Darkmane began to twitch and move in agitatition. Retreating slightly as his arachnid eyes picked up the weave began to frantically reconnect itself mirroring in Darkmane’s thrashing. Suddenly the repair stopped and Darkman sat bolt upright glistening with sweat, panting heavily as if he woke from some nightmare. Backing up as the man fumbled at a lantern for light he dropped from the ceiling, assuming a man-form mid air and landing behind some crates hoping he was not seen.
Darkmane looked around the hold’s shadows eye wide with fear of something, but not truly seeing the hold around him, he rushed up out the hold as the sun crested the sky the words “Drökkburg port” were heard above.The next few days in this Drökkburg passed uneventfully watching Darkmane mill about and get himself situated within the city. Frustratingly the weave had only partially repaired itself and would need to be set into motion once more.
Darkmane had found lodging and settled though seemingly passing through his days in a daze. Enny hoped he could help the man, and not make it worse tonight he would attempt this.
Scaling the wall outside Darkmane’s bedroom he gingerly crept in the slightly ajar window, squeezing his arachnid bulk sideways through the opening. He slowly positioned his body on the ceiling looming over the unconscious Darkmane who even in this state seemed tense with agitation, affixing his sight on the corrupted weave once more. It seemed to move of its own volition either eager to be whole or be removed.
His pedipalps twitched with anxiety as he worked through the night, this time taking more concerted effort to bind one end to the next preventing it from abruptly connecting as last time. As the progress went on Darkmane’s body began to relax some as his two eyes moved rapidly beneath the closed lids.As the work came to a conclusion faint snoring could be heard from the form on the bed. Satisfied with the work he had done he moved out the open window in a similar manner to entry.
His arachnid body made it know he has not eaten in some time and requires sustenance, realising he had forgone food since he noticed the repugnant broken weave now it was time to eat.
Parting thoughts, he hoped he helped the man and not removed all of the mans mind….
He had first caught a glimpse of the dark haired man some time past on the isle of summer. The man while seemingly undistinguished save for a scar spanning the right of his face would not have been given a second glance, but his appearance was not what drew the arachnids attention. The darked-haired man was “incomplete” , the threads of his mind were a tangled mess of broken and frayed strings. This sight was abhorrent and utterly corrupted to his own eyes, his weave was broken and mangled through unknown means. This simply would not do.
The man had hardly noticed Enny, most tend to simply miss him while he walked as a man. This was just fine for his purposes. With the patience that comes with the nature of an ambush predator he followed the man at some distance. Boarding the ship just after the man he now had a name for the broken weaved person “ Darkmane”.
After some days aboard the ship watching this Darkmane mostly kept to himself in the ship’s hold constantly writing by the meager light of a candle, this suited just fine. Some nights into the journey he awaited the man to sleep, he let his natural form burst forth from the man-form and crept down into the hold keeping to the walls and ceiling of the ship’s interior.
Settling his rather large but far more dexterous form as close to Darkmane’s head as he possibly could while still facing an exit. Affixing all of his eyes and sight upon the broken weave surrounding Darkmane’s mind. Studying the corrupted weave this close it seemed to almost be severed. Awe swam through all of his body causing an involuntary chitter of anxiety as it dawned on him what was wrong, this was a single very long weave of this man’s memories. Pitty replaced the awe as he traced the beginning of thread to the first cut, this would be the hardest part in the mess that was the weave of Darkman’s memory.
It was nearly all night to trace it back to the start, and the moment he delicately used his fore-limbs to tie the ends together Darkmane began to twitch and move in agitatition. Retreating slightly as his arachnid eyes picked up the weave began to frantically reconnect itself mirroring in Darkmane’s thrashing. Suddenly the repair stopped and Darkman sat bolt upright glistening with sweat, panting heavily as if he woke from some nightmare. Backing up as the man fumbled at a lantern for light he dropped from the ceiling, assuming a man-form mid air and landing behind some crates hoping he was not seen.
Darkmane looked around the hold’s shadows eye wide with fear of something, but not truly seeing the hold around him, he rushed up out the hold as the sun crested the sky the words “Drökkburg port” were heard above.The next few days in this Drökkburg passed uneventfully watching Darkmane mill about and get himself situated within the city. Frustratingly the weave had only partially repaired itself and would need to be set into motion once more.
Darkmane had found lodging and settled though seemingly passing through his days in a daze. Enny hoped he could help the man, and not make it worse tonight he would attempt this.
Scaling the wall outside Darkmane’s bedroom he gingerly crept in the slightly ajar window, squeezing his arachnid bulk sideways through the opening. He slowly positioned his body on the ceiling looming over the unconscious Darkmane who even in this state seemed tense with agitation, affixing his sight on the corrupted weave once more. It seemed to move of its own volition either eager to be whole or be removed.
His pedipalps twitched with anxiety as he worked through the night, this time taking more concerted effort to bind one end to the next preventing it from abruptly connecting as last time. As the progress went on Darkmane’s body began to relax some as his two eyes moved rapidly beneath the closed lids.As the work came to a conclusion faint snoring could be heard from the form on the bed. Satisfied with the work he had done he moved out the open window in a similar manner to entry.
His arachnid body made it know he has not eaten in some time and requires sustenance, realising he had forgone food since he noticed the repugnant broken weave now it was time to eat.
Parting thoughts, he hoped he helped the man and not removed all of the mans mind….