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Buel has a minion!

Astra the Black Widow

Buel

The

Custom Riftborn Kumos
Owner:

~~Foxtrot~~

Age: 6 years, 3 months, 3 days

Born: January 22nd, 2018

Adopted: 6 years, 3 months, 3 days ago

Adopted: January 22nd, 2018

Statistics

Level: 77
Strength: 192
Defense: 186
Speed: 174
Health: 172
HP: 172/172
Intelligence: 38
Books Read: 30
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Private Shopper

Profile by Tashamon
Art collab Aychemex / ~~Foxtrot~~
Overlay by ~~Foxtrot~~
Story by ~~Foxtrot~~
Spider/Eyes pngtree
Jaws/BG from Google

"He heh." You start at the sound. You thought you were alone in this decrepit cave.

"Lost, dearie?" The voice speaks again, sending shivers through your spine. The question didn't feel candid... it sounded almost as if it knew you'd been hopelessly led astray by the bedraggled map in your hands.

"Who's there?" You bark, feigning confidence.

No answer.

You speak again before the echoes fade: "I am not afraid."

The creature calls your bluff and its nails clack sharply on the stone floor. The footsteps are heavier than you expected.

"Stop!"

"Why?" The creature snickers viciously. "You are not afraid."

"Stay back! Get away!" The intensity of your voice seems directly tied to the battery life of your flashlight. It flickers and goes out, leaving you defenseless and blind, clinging hopelessly to the tattered promise of riches clutched tightly in your hands. You were able to make out red eyes and a brief silhouette before it went dark... time it... 1, 2, 3

You swing right, but the strike comes from the left.

The unattended flashlight clatters across the floor, its batteries reconnecting to dimly illuminate the aftermath. Blood from the walls and ceiling ooze through the air, swirling around the beast like a sickly cloth. His red eyes narrow with glee and a giddy chuckle escapes his teeth.

A giant black widow scurries out from the shadows, her many limbs deftly rolling the map back into form.

He whispers softly to her, his body tingling with pleasure, "Go Astra, bring me another."

She scuttles in affirmation and disappears down the corridor.

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