Crystie slid off Blight's back with ease, taking only a moment to steady herself. She then looked around the building they were on, big couldn't see any angry monsters. It seemed they all lingered behind, but there was no saying that they would stay docile for long.
"Perhaps we should hide in here for awhile? Stay low until morning you could use your senses to scope the place out and make sure we're not falling into another trap." She lifted the backpack off her shoulders and allowed blight to rifle around in it. While her throat used to burn from the smoke, their escape had quickly cleared her. For a moment she thought about taking a drink from the water bottle, but better to save her resources until she knew if the water here was drinkable.
"Perhaps we should hide in here for awhile? Stay low until morning you could use your senses to scope the place out and make sure we're not falling into another trap." She lifted the backpack off her shoulders and allowed blight to rifle around in it. While her throat used to burn from the smoke, their escape had quickly cleared her. For a moment she thought about taking a drink from the water bottle, but better to save her resources until she knew if the water here was drinkable.
Blight nodded in agreement. He shakily got up and hung his head upside down from the metal roof they were on. His sonar waves told him it was an old shack; his nose, on the other hand, told him it was a shelter for a domesticated animal. But the scent was faint, so there hadn’t been anything in it for a long time.
“I trust you won’t need to be tethered to this roof to stay on?” Blight joked. His voice was soft and low from exhaustion. He placed the water bottle back into the backpack and attached a drag line to the roof, and then dropped down. He barely needed it, for the structure wasn’t very tall.
The next few minutes, Blight scoured the shed for anything that would void their right to stay there, like infestations or signs of someone or something living in there. But there was nothing there other than old piles of hay. They were fresh at one point, but other than that, nothing else was in there. The structure was pretty sound for something that was built by an amateur.
The spider lay on a pile of hay in the corner, glad to be able to rest. “It’s empty. Come on in,” he called.
“I trust you won’t need to be tethered to this roof to stay on?” Blight joked. His voice was soft and low from exhaustion. He placed the water bottle back into the backpack and attached a drag line to the roof, and then dropped down. He barely needed it, for the structure wasn’t very tall.
The next few minutes, Blight scoured the shed for anything that would void their right to stay there, like infestations or signs of someone or something living in there. But there was nothing there other than old piles of hay. They were fresh at one point, but other than that, nothing else was in there. The structure was pretty sound for something that was built by an amateur.
The spider lay on a pile of hay in the corner, glad to be able to rest. “It’s empty. Come on in,” he called.
Once Crystie heard Blight's confirmation, she jumped down from atop the room and quickly entered the shed with her flashlight lighting the way. Inside, she found a few stalls full with hay. After looking at the decaying animal in the corner, she could tell the place had once been a goats pen. Wrinkling her nose at the animal, she turned her flashlight beam to the cozy looking Blight.
"Your turn to get whatever sleep you can. I'll stay up and watch. Hopefully we'll be safe for a few hours, and then we can start our journey through the plains." She told him, tromping through one of the pens and sitting down in the pokey straw. Once she was settled she clicked off her flashlight and left them in darkness. It would only take a few minutes before her eyes would adjust to the darkness anyhow. She sighed wearily, rubbing the back of her eyes as she drew out her hammer.
"Your turn to get whatever sleep you can. I'll stay up and watch. Hopefully we'll be safe for a few hours, and then we can start our journey through the plains." She told him, tromping through one of the pens and sitting down in the pokey straw. Once she was settled she clicked off her flashlight and left them in darkness. It would only take a few minutes before her eyes would adjust to the darkness anyhow. She sighed wearily, rubbing the back of her eyes as she drew out her hammer.
Blight didn’t argue. It was about time for him to sleep, anyway. He gave a mighty yawn, opening his jaws and pinchers wide before plopping his head down in the hay. His fur bristled to keep him warm, and he curled into a fetal position. Soon enough, dreams of catching prey and spinning intricate designs of webs danced through his mind.
Once he got the sleep he needed, he gave a little stretch and got up, feeling around for Crystie. “Hnn ... your turn to sleep,” he mumbled groggily, briefly fluffing the haystack he was sleeping on for her. He shuffled up to the entrance of the shed and started spinning a web again. This time, it was a normal one. He figured while he was on watch he could make a trap for whoever or whatever would want to disturb them.
Once he got the sleep he needed, he gave a little stretch and got up, feeling around for Crystie. “Hnn ... your turn to sleep,” he mumbled groggily, briefly fluffing the haystack he was sleeping on for her. He shuffled up to the entrance of the shed and started spinning a web again. This time, it was a normal one. He figured while he was on watch he could make a trap for whoever or whatever would want to disturb them.
Crystie nodded slowly, stifling a yawn as she made her was over to where Blight was sleeping.
"I don't need much time. Just give me about an hour and we'll start making our way across the plains. It's probably not a good idea that we stay in one place for too long," she told him, gratefully laying back in the straw.
"Don't let me oversleep," she muttered as she closed her eyes.
"I don't know how you people survive in this crazy place. I just want to go home," her words rolled together before sleep took her.
"I don't need much time. Just give me about an hour and we'll start making our way across the plains. It's probably not a good idea that we stay in one place for too long," she told him, gratefully laying back in the straw.
"Don't let me oversleep," she muttered as she closed her eyes.
"I don't know how you people survive in this crazy place. I just want to go home," her words rolled together before sleep took her.
Blight silently disagreed with Crystie on having to move from place to place. He was, after all, a spider, and spiders very nearly spend their whole lives living in one place. That is, save for when they have to find a place to stay when they’re young. But for her safety, he knew they couldn’t stay in one place for too long. It was risky.
He quietly slipped past the web he placed on the doorway and tested its strength. Nothing short of a charging rhinoceros could tear through it. Good. It would protect his hostage while he was out hunting for much-needed food ... and he was sure Crystie didn’t want to watch. He climbed onto another roof that wasn’t metal so that he wouldn’t wake her up, and bounded away.
Blight scarcely left the block when he stumbled upon another monster that was groaning. He hid, but it didn’t chase after him. A quick sound scan revealed why it didn’t; it was gravely injured, and couldn’t move even if it wanted to. He cautiously approached it, knowing that injured creatures tended to be more dangerous than healthy ones. It only moaned when he got close to it, so he went in for the kill and bit it before drawing back.
The venom worked quickly very much like euthanasia. It only took a moment for the monster to grow tired and slip into death as though it were sleep, a mercy, really. Blight made the fresh corpse sit up so he could properly wrap it up to take it back to his temporary home, where he dragged it onto the roof as quietly as he could and dug in. He reminded himself to wake Crystie up as soon as he was done eating.
He quietly slipped past the web he placed on the doorway and tested its strength. Nothing short of a charging rhinoceros could tear through it. Good. It would protect his hostage while he was out hunting for much-needed food ... and he was sure Crystie didn’t want to watch. He climbed onto another roof that wasn’t metal so that he wouldn’t wake her up, and bounded away.
Blight scarcely left the block when he stumbled upon another monster that was groaning. He hid, but it didn’t chase after him. A quick sound scan revealed why it didn’t; it was gravely injured, and couldn’t move even if it wanted to. He cautiously approached it, knowing that injured creatures tended to be more dangerous than healthy ones. It only moaned when he got close to it, so he went in for the kill and bit it before drawing back.
The venom worked quickly very much like euthanasia. It only took a moment for the monster to grow tired and slip into death as though it were sleep, a mercy, really. Blight made the fresh corpse sit up so he could properly wrap it up to take it back to his temporary home, where he dragged it onto the roof as quietly as he could and dug in. He reminded himself to wake Crystie up as soon as he was done eating.
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