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</div></div><br/><br/><br/>Not only was there a separation between his human psyche and his accursed existence, there was a deep crevasse that split the human and the spider as far apart as possible. The spider barely knew Amadan or could connect with his human nature, and the human part of Amadan saw the spider as foreign and a dangerous threat to the existence of himself and the humans populace that lived around him.<br/><br/>Out of all of the creatures God created on this earth, the dark witch had sacrificed a spider to perform her bidding. Its eight angular shaped legs, dark coloring and quick, unpredictable movement were attributes all humans had been hardwired to fear, regardless of type. Surely, their terror would grow exponentially if they saw a poisonous spider the size of a small dog roaming around New Orleans on the prowl.<br/><br/>Amadan was still in a state of shock that his hyper-Catholicized Romani family, a family that blended the<i>Holy See</i>and generations of gypsy mores and and rituals together, had resorted to this extreme. His parents sold cherished possessions and saved their very last coin to consult with and pay a Romani sorceress, a<i>Rogulja,</i>to handle their anger and betrayal over having a gay son. Amadan was cursed forever, when his parents could have just rejected him outright and he could have left their home and the band of gypsies he called family.<br/><br/>Amadan could conceive the rationale for his being<i> marimé</i>, because it was based on the code of the Romani. He was considered unclean, and an outcast, based on his homosexuality. But for the two people he loved to a practitioner of dark magic, and offer him as a sacrifice to her dark god, just to feel a sense of vindication Amadan falling in love with a<i>gadjo</i>man was a wound that would never heal.<br/><br/>Because his wounds were still openly bleeding, the merging of the two species failed to occur. The human resented the spider's presence and its ferocity, and the spider misunderstanding the human's lack of motivation and lack of instinct. The one thing they could at least do well, was speak through each other and allow that voice to be heard. Whether it was the human, Amadan or his spider counterpart, each had a separate voice and an opportunity to speak without interruption.<br/><br/>While Amadan's Spaniard heritage caused repetitive breaks in syntax due to his limited English skills, the spider dwelling within the human had to force air through Amadan's voice box, creating a gravelly sounding rasp that was eloquent and intelligent. Now that it had successfully linked with the Hex'ras, the use of Amadan's voice to be heard was no longer necessary and his thoughts flowed directly to the other via telepathic means.<br/><br/><b>"More like I am being forced to learn how to live.</b>..<i>with him.</i><b>I feel trapped inside his husk. I find myself wanting to tear at his sinew and escape from his fleshy walls. Or devour him from the inside out, if it were possible. He understands very little about me, I'm afraid." </b>Phoneutria<i>nigriventer</i>spoke, into the mind of the Hex'ras.<br/><br/>Then Phoneutria became silent, giving Amadan a chance to speak on his own behalf. "I no want this thing inside me. I have no choice but to...do the things it want me to do." he replied, obviously distressed. "He ate... he make me eat a little girls cat. He's evil, and I want him out. Out of me." Amadan lowered his head, briefly rubbing the back of his arm across his face rather tiredly as he continued his work.<br/><br/><b>"See? What did I tell you, my friend? He is a difficult one to figure out, this human. He wants me out? Preposterous! Where am I to go? I know! I can make myself magically vanish. Oh that's right. I killed the witch that did this. Stubborn instincts."</b>Phoneutria<i>nigriventer </i>replied.<br/><br/>Then there seemed to be a few moments where the spider was speaking solely to Amadan.<b> "You have to merge with me or you'll go mad, you hear me you stubborn human. Do you think its easy for me to admit I need you as much as you need me? Hardly. But we must co-exist, or die."</b><br/><br/>"I know, you tell me this all the time. It not mean I like what you do to me, araña." Amadan responded back, using the Spanish name for spider to regard Phoneutria<i> nigriventer.</i><br/><br/>"I think he's right, Draenai. I want to learn how. I don't know how. This life no come with the book to tell me what to do now." Amadan sighed, finally caving in, looking to Drae for help.<br/><br/>When Draenai finally uttered the words that meant that he would help him, a bright smile came to Amadan's face. "Oh<i>gracias</i>, Drae. I cannot thank you enough for help!"<br/><br/>In the background, a weary sounding Phoneutria nigriventer uttered,<b>"It's about bloody time, thank the stars!"</b>a statement that sounded almost comical and meant to be heard by Draenai.<br/><br/>Amadan grunted at the spider's cheeky remark, his lips pursing as they blew the wood shavings and the fragments of chipped and faded paint away from the parts of the shop sign he'd already sanded down. He didn't expect that Draenai, being a solitary creature would invite him to stay there with him, and Amadan's gaze lifted to look upon the Hex'ras.<br/><br/>"I do appreciate that, Draenai. I won't be any trouble at all. I-" he started to speak, and his voice cracked. For the first time in ever, he had come across someone who knew exactly what he was going through.<br/><br/>"Yes, you are very fair, I do anything you like. I fix all things for you." Amadan spoke, his mind already moving ahead to the many things in the Hex'ras' shop that he could mend with his hands. Or the errands he could run.<br/><br/>"May I play song to honor you?" asked Amadan. "To show my thanks for your hospitality?" Amadan suggested, hopeful that the Hex'ras would accept his offer.