Ophelia
Two little spiders die beneath their hand, but one little spider escapes.
Crouched beneath a table isn't exactly the best way to start a hunt, but Ophelia has little concern for looking graceless or stupid, even if the empty building was otherwise occupied. Scurrying forward on their knees in an awkward little shuffle, pale eyes light up with focus and predatory delight at the new challenge presented.
Their hand slaps at the spider, hoping to either crush it before it can crest the edge of the table and emerge onto the top where they can't reach it, or knock it down to the floorboards where Phi can more readily access it for smooshing-opportunities.
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Phi gets slap-happy!
Crouched beneath a table isn't exactly the best way to start a hunt, but Ophelia has little concern for looking graceless or stupid, even if the empty building was otherwise occupied. Scurrying forward on their knees in an awkward little shuffle, pale eyes light up with focus and predatory delight at the new challenge presented.
Their hand slaps at the spider, hoping to either crush it before it can crest the edge of the table and emerge onto the top where they can't reach it, or knock it down to the floorboards where Phi can more readily access it for smooshing-opportunities.
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Phi gets slap-happy!
it's peaceful in the deep, either way you cannot breathe
no need to pray - no need to speak
no need to pray - no need to speak
