Note: If you're arachnophobic to an extreme level (where even the mention of spiders gives you chills), don't read this o.o;

It's not bad, but...you probably wouldn't like my lame attempts at imagery, and would say, 'eww, spider silk, yuckeh'.

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The glowing specks of the forest twirled around her, settling down soon after she made her descent into a sleeping position. Her whole being was exhausted, her eyes droopy and unresponsive. And, with a final yawn, the doe rested her head upon the ground, and fell into a dream.....

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The spider. How it crawled so delicately, waltzing upon the rock top, making a little leap to the stem of a weed.

A thread, silk-thin and shimmery, trailed behind the little black maiden. Tapping up the tree, the thread clung to the bark. A leap, and she was upon a fellow dandelion.

Leap, and she fell upon the rock, careful not to let the strand, which lie unbroken between the two weeds, to not touch the dandle again. Tap tap, she set the strand in place, in the center of the rock.

Hazy, the watching eyes faded, fell to a dead stare at the ground, and closed.

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Awoken to the eternal cry of the morning bird, gaze fell forward, and sight grew wider.

The web. Every strand, falling in place, perfect in every way.

The spider lie in wait in the center.

Time passed. A naïve grasshopper leaped into the dew-covered, shimmering web. The dew shook off, the young hopper panicked. Ever-struggling, it cleared the web of every droplet of water, and the spider moved in.

The spider bit. Nothing, just a simple nip. She moved back, and watched.

The hopper grew tired so quickly. It stopped struggling within a matter of minutes.

Carefully, the fae spider moved in. Like a babe, she cradled the grasshopper in a blanket of her finest silk threats.

She left it to hang in her web, a centerpiece in her abstract work of art. Then, without any hesitation, she sewed her web back up. Every strand of broken silk was replaced. The web was good as new, with a hopper trophy in the center.

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The sun burned bright. Vision looked up. The sun. It seemed to circle the gazer. Was it spinning around the gazer, a web meant to keep her as its pray?

Gaze turned back to the spider. It had returned to its pray, and had begun to drain the life from it.

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Thoughts. Either I am sun's pray, or I pray upon sun. Either the pack circles 'round me, or I circle round the pack.

I must trick them, like the spider and the web. That beautiful web.

I must set my first thread.

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Anzel woke up abruptly, and shivered. She felt dazed and confused, unsure of what she had just seen.

"Was that just a dream...?" she thought aloud.

Near her hooftips, a spider crawled across the grass. Onyx and ebony, it gleamed in the sun like the pond in midday.

And slowly, but surely...the spider crawled up her leg...tickling with its little footsteps...

And behind it, a thread. A single, glassy thread.

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Anzel was the name of a character in an rp forum I used to have. Now, I'm giving the deer form of Anzel some flashbacks. I'm not telling you what Anzel was, unless you're really curious. It'll reveal itself in the next chapter.