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Cobweb has a minion!

Minion the Fliter

Cobweb
Legacy Name: Cobweb

The

Glacier Keeto
Owner:

Nightingale

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: December 15th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: December 15th, 2009

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Stock Worker

Cobweb, Cobweb
Wings made of wire!
Your mother is a spider
And she looks like a fly'er!

Stop, please!

Cobweb, Cobweb
Wings made of a wire!
Ugly little thing,
Let's light him on fire!

Stop it!

Cobweb, Cobweb--

STOP IT!

"STOP! STOP!" he screamed, covering his ears and digging his claws in, "STOP!"

Gasping and shuddering, Cobweb dropped to his knees, teeth grinding together as he glared daggers at the snow. The sound wound around and around in his mind, laughter slowing to a halt as the other faeries gave up, dismissing him with short chuckles as they disappeared into the trees. Around him, his shouts had sent icicles falling from tree branches, digging into the snow like knives. Hot red trickled down the sides of his head, and he finally dropped his hands to ground, clenching them into tightly bound fists.

Falling backwards to his behind, Cobweb stared hatefully at his hands, clenching and unclenching his fingers, glowering at the black claws he had in place of nails. All the other faeries were beautiful. They were pristine, dainty, similar to humans in every way besides their wings and exceptional grace. "I'm ugly."

Cobweb was different, as most tormented faeries were. He was dark, cold, and held features regarded as ugly. His skin had little to no colour. Unlike other snow faeries, whose skin was a clean porcelain white and shone with the gentle glitter of fresh fallen snow, his had a pale hollowness to it, a sickly taint that seemed to crawl upwards to the darkened circles beneath his eyes. His nails were claws, black talons used for ripping and shredding, rather than the beautifully designed human nails the other faeries so coveted.

His eyes, a haunting ice blue that never ceased to stare too long at those he shouldn't. His ears were human in design, with no excessive elfish point to pierce and decorate. His hair was a thick waist length mess of black waves that never untangled, darker than the blackest cave and never filled with flowers.

Worst of all, were his wings. Cobweb's wings were a source of ridicule since the day he had ate his way from his egg and into the new world. All the faeries that saw regarded him with shock and horror, adults just barely able to stifle their disgust as they passed by. His wings were proof. Proof of his father's deceit and lies. Proof that faerie blood does not always run pure.

Cobweb's wings were frail. Although the right size for flying and strong upon first glance one soon realized that his wings were purely for show. Made of spider webbing, Cobweb's wings were a carefully knitted set of patterns that could easily rip, tear, or burn. As a child Cobweb's mother had spent many an hour repairing the damage he had done from playing and getting caught in branches or tough blades of grass. To this day, the only time they ever seemed strong enough to withstand the odd tear was in the height of the winter solstice, when the air was at its coldest.

Washing away the blood with a handful of snow, he carefully drew up and turned away from the village ahead, trudging through the thick white into the forest. He passed trees, dead with slumber, and old huts abandoned and lifeless until he found himself at a large hollow log. It was home, his safe place covered in thick webs that no one dared to visit. Entering quickly, he shivered and nimbly grabbed a heavy layer of webbing and wrapped himself within it. Sliding down against the wall, Cobweb stared sadly at the large black mass tangled in webs, strung from the ceiling a few feet away. His father had passed a long time ago, when he was five years old. His parents had taken him away to be buried in the family cemetery, inaccessible to Cobweb or his mother. His mother, a large, weathered spider who had lived far beyond her years due to what Cobweb suspected to be his father's residual magic had died just a year ago, wrapping herself up just before passing. His brothers and sisters had long passed, most of them leaving and never returning except for a select few who had visited surprisingly frequently. His mother had explained that it had been for him, and the truth was shown in the odd gifts he had accumulated due to their adventures. Now, however, in the height of his eighteenth winter, Cobweb was alone. No family to hold and protect him. No one but himself, and the odd faerie he ran across from the nearby village.

About Cobweb

Name: Cobweb
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Snow Faerie/Webbing Spider
Orientation: No idea, no faerie has ever given him the chance!
Height: 5'4"
Build: Thin and frail.
Likes: Spiders, small places to hide in, cloudy days, cold, winter, eating snowflakes, pomegranates.
Dislikes: Himself, being teased, being alone, the heat of summer.

Cobweb is a miserable faerie, shunned by his people. Though his unique looks could be considered beautiful by some eye, to the other faeries, he is as hideous as a troll! Born from an egg like his siblings, his mother was shocked to find a little faerie in place of a spider, but was thrilled to present him to the faerie she had fallen mad for. A fragile but playful child, Cobweb grew up happily until his first encounter with his peers. They teased him, ridiculed him, and tugged on his wings. When they were done, he vowed never to go into the village again, and so began a life of near solitude.

Cobweb never went to school, learned little in the way of words, and has no occupational skills known to the faerie realm. He can't fly, and his only magic is that he can jump in size from faerie, to human. He sleeps through the warm months and lives off of insects and snowflakes in the cold. Rarely, when he leaves home, he sneaks into the houses of humans and eats their food. His favourite treat is the pomegranate! He loves to cut one open, shrink to faerie size, and crawl inside the fruit while he eats. Sticky red and smelling of the juices, he always emerges feeling far happier and very full!

The only friends Cobweb has ever known have been spiders, and over time, they have all passed on. In turn, he collects their webs and keeps them, as well as any small pieces of silver jewelery he finds in the homes of humans. His clothes are collected scraps, and he lives under the warmth of webbing and the fur of a mouse he found dead.