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Having lived on the fringes of humanity for most of his life because of his Romani culture, Amadan knew that it was important for him to avoid infringing on Drae's territory. Amadan didn't wish to turn the already chaotic order of his household completely upside down. The apartment over his antiques shop was a rare comfort after wandering from place to place in the French Quarter, since the New Orleans Police Department discouraged sleeping in the public park.<br/>
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Last time he'd gotten away with only a warning from the cops, but Amadan feared the next time he was caught loitering. As far as he could see right now, he had a roof over his head and a warm, dry place to sleep in. Still, Amadan knew that his wanderlust was inevitable, and not just because of his gypsy blood. <i>Phoneutria nigriventer </i>also demanded that Amadan be in nearly constant motion, giving his human host the compulsion to walk for miles.<br/>
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Amadan walked so much that the soles of his dress shoes he had on his feet were beginning to wear dangerously thin. A new pair of shoes would have to wait, because they weren't the only thing the street violinist was saving up his earnings for. He hoped to buy a tiny home on wheels, so he'd never be homeless again. And his home would have the wheels for traveling when the wanderlust struck him again. If there was a good reason for Amadan to stay put, but up until now that reason hadn't yet materialized.<br/>
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Having discovered that Drae was in fact a Hex'ras, his being a fellow arachnid could become the catalyst that Amadan needed to stay in New Orleans for a little while longer. Just as long as Drae's hospitality was still being extended to him. In the meantime he was getting an opportunity to know him and the creature he became. It worked in Amadan's favor that Drae had multiple items that might need repair, because Amadan could make himself useful with his carpentry skills. <br/>
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He would check with Drae about that tomorrow, but first he needed sustenance.<br/>
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Spicy Cajun gumbo would not have been Amadan's first choice for <i>ready to eat </i>dinner, but it would suffice in order to relieve the stabbing pain in his gut. A week ago, he'd fed on a freshly killed deer near Route 90 and the deer had kept the spider's insatiable hunger at bay. It couldn't subside on just human food all the time, it would never be enough to satisfy him. Drae easily picked up on that vibration as he cooked the unappetizing glop of refrigerated gumbo in a pot on the stove, stirring it until it became thick and hearty.<br/>
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The conversation between them wasn't limited to one-way only, it was conducted telepathically in a back and forth way. Almost innately, the spider within Amadan picked up a strong vibration when Drae spoke the word, <i>solitary.</i> It was as if he had an internal lie detector built into his brain, courtesy of<i> Phoneutria nigriventer. </i> Of course, Amadan didn't know who Drae had been partnered with that affected the way his heart and respiration rates increased, or what his love looked like.<br/>
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He just knew that whoever Drae had fallen for was indeed, a special person.<br/>
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<b>"You've been told that you aren't the easiest person to live with already? Who was this lucky woman or man?"</b> Amadan asked with a chuckle.<br/>
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He found it difficult in a strange way to utter the word <i>man,</i> almost hoping it would be a woman instead just to soften the blow.  Amadan didn't expect anything more from his host than the hospitality he already offered. Nor did he want Drae to feel more obligated than necessary--but the spider didn't care at all about leaving a pheromone trail leading to the shadows to signal his readiness to mate. Amadan carefully shuffled a pile of old newspapers from a chair in order to find a place to sit down, watching Drae as he poured the heated contents from the sauce pot into two waiting bowls.<br/>
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"<b>If you tell me where to find the utensils and some napkins, I can get them ready for us." </b>he volunteered.<br/>
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While dining together, Amadan hoped that Drae would continue their conversation, and answer his question. Amadan thought that if were asked, it would be a cue to discuss his own lost love, Tobias Jarquin.<br/>
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The wandering spider within him hoped that the Hex'ras would live up to his promises. He wanted to go hunting later once darkness arrived.</span>