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</div></div><br/><br/>Amadan had spent more time as a human than as the spider he was cursed to become, a Brazilian Wandering spider to be exact. In order to sate the constant hunger and the feeling being torn from the inside out when the spider wanted to wander, Amadan needed regular intervals where he was allowed to shift even if he didn't rely upon the moon to do so.<i>How in the world had a spider journeyed from Brazil to Seville, Spain? Very easily if you were hitching a ride on a cluster of bananas along with 500 of your brothers and sisters. </i>His mother was large enough to be obvious, especially when she reared up on her legs to aggressively protect her egg sac full of spiderlings.<br/><br/>She never made the shipment once she was spotted and destroyed on the spot by the banana farmer. Phoneutria<i> nigriventer's </i>legacy lived on in the silken cocoon covering the babies that she tenderly laid near the stem of bright green bananas. Not all 500 of his siblings would survive either, as they grew the stronger spiders preyed on the weaker ones. Only 125 survived the trip from Brazil, including the spider that the<i> Rogulja </i>found wandering her kitchen. Not fully grown, it was used in the occult ritual binding human to spider. Now that the arachnid was trapped inside his human husk there was no reversal of the<i> Rogulja's</i>dark incantation.<br/><br/>Although Draenai's assumptions were left unspoken, there was something readable about his silent pondering that caused the Romani man to lift his head from his work on the shop sign and stare in his direction, asking Drae another burning question.<br/><br/>"How do you shift? The feeling for me is overwhelming when hunger strikes, like something claws at my insides. It not matter when it happens, only when it is dark and I feel the hunger. I also must let myself shift when the spider wants to move around. That is the one quality that is similar to being Romani, we wander from place to place."<br/><br/>Amadan was new to his predicament, but he was very much like the blank pages of an open book, and looking for information that may help him understand his own nature was important to him. As Draenai began explaining in more detail what a Hex'ras was, the wheels began turning like mad in his mind.<br/><br/>"You were born like this, half spider and half human? What you say sounds very much like what I feel, except this is who I am.<i>It</i>stay inside, and I don't think<i> it </i>likes to." Amadan's Spanish tinged accent bleeding through his words.<br/><br/>Amadan had completely sanded off half of the sign, and was now at work on the other half while partaking in conversation with Drae. On a metaphysical level, Phoneutria nigriventer's repetitive vibrations communicated its size, sex and aggression should the other not welcome his presence. Fortunately for the other arachnid, he communicated back that he was not going to engage in all out war, seeming to be just as curious as Phoneutria was about him. All of those elements, the youth, the bitterness and aggression were palpable if not fragrant to the other spider.<br/><i><br/>
"You were correct in reading me, Draenai. I felt you when I was out wandering the other night. The human shell I have shifts when necessary, in order to feed, and find potential places to hide. He seems confused as to why I am here. Hm. Pity. He is a strapping young man is he not?</i>" the spider spoke coherently and quite clearly to Draenai and the eight legged beast he concealed within, only by telepathic means.<br/><br/>Amadan's accent was so much rougher, almost grating but softening at the edges as if the spider dwelling within him was smiling as he spoke to the other's mind. "I have never met another like me. I guess, I was just curious? I thought maybe perhaps you will allow me to stay for a time. I wouldn't disrupt your sleep, because I wander outside during the day. I can go far in order to play the violin, if that means I can learn something from you. If not, I shall fix your sign and be on my way."