Post by matilda muffet on Apr 7, 2013 7:30:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px; ,bTable] | [atrb=valign,bottom] spiders are far more afraid of you than you are of them. |
There were times when Matilda genuinely forgot she was a shapeshifter. Somehow, despite the pain that stretched her muscles and cracked away at her bones that occurred every time a change begun, she would frequently forget that she wasn’t in her original tarantula body. It was in one of these moments of forgetfulness that Matilda scurried into the botanical gardens, lured in by the smell of fresh flowers and carefully hidden treats that came in the form of tasty crickets. Already, she’d gone... what was it? Three? Maybe even four days without a proper meal? The scraps of bread she had dig out of the garbage behind the bakery near her slum hardly counted as an actual feed and Matilda was beginning to grow desperate to fill the growing ache in her stomach. So, it was for that reason the elegant young lady was perched on her hands and knees in the center of a bed of sunflowers, staring eerily intensely at a cricket. Just one swipe of her fangs and she would finally eat something proper. The thought nearly made her drool, though she contained her excitement in order to remain as inconspicuous as possible; if her prey noticed her now, then it was all over! Unfortunately, it seemed that even a cricket could tell that the shadow towering over it was a human being, and promptly fled the flower it was resting on, diving into the undergrowth of stems and dirt to avoid capture. It was all over before Matilda, in her oversized and far slower body, could process, though after a moment she finally realized that she had let her first possible meal in days escape her. Her lips twitched downwards, though she remained in her vigilant position; perhaps another insect would come by to make up for the tarantula SEED’s failings. She must have looked quite the sight; a thin, pale girl wrapped up in a very old fashioned dress that looked suspiciously like some kind of maid uniform, long black-brown hair thrown around her slightly dirtied face (she’d tried to bury her head in the ground after a grade school child asked her why she was dressed so strangely; needless to say, the mess was still clinging to her) and startlingly green eyes focused on a single sunflower in a way that might suggest she intended to have it burst into flames in a show of psychic wonder. Naturally, there was no psychic wonder to see. Just an expressionless girl gazing a flower, wondering when her next chance at a meal would come. |
LAIKA OF BTN!
