After all the months since his official transformation, someone who was worth worrying about had finally noticed that his family was not killed by some normal killer. The hunter had even tracked him down to where he worked -and basically where he lived- within the server rooms that he called his Sylie. Luckily, the Hunter was not prepared for an Ananasi, the bodies having long been autopsied and buried before he could get proper leads through them. However, no matter how hard he tried to keep it just between him and the Hunter, the security had found him mid-feast and triggered every alarm he could manage before Clancy skewered him on one of his Lilian form appendages. Clancy knew he had to run. Taking only his laptop and a handful of USBs, he saved as much of his work towards the Underweb he had made and ensured the space on the servers were hidden and held a backdoor.<br/><br/>All it took was to find a bus who's driver was on a smoke break for Clancy to get away. He slid his belongings under the linings in one of the baggage compartments, safely away from anyone who would see them or any damage that may accidentally occur to them. His preparation done, Clancy had allowed his form to change into that of the Crawlerling and dispersed himself throughout the bus. His 'leader' spiders waited until baggage was settled and found a home next to his laptop, save one that he put just above the door of the bus. The rest of his drones was just ordered to find a place and wait. Once the bus began to move, Clancy took the time to examine each person on the bus, just to see if there was someone who would be worth keeping an eye out for upon reaching where ever this bus was going, both for sustenance and any threats. A trio had caught his attention, sticking out in a similar fashion as a pair of people he had witnessed occupying his prey one night. He still could not exactly put his finger on why they stuck out in his mind, but he simply adjusted the single leader spider away from the laptop to keep them always in it's sight.<br/><br/>After a while, however, the Ananasi realized that the last time he had gotten his sleep was nearing three days. Despite how much he feared the nightmares that awaited him, he knew that he should get some sleep before they arrive, just to ensure that if he had a need to defend himself, he would not pose as a detriment to himself. His collective sleep was restless, as always, but it had begun to serve it's purpose during a lull in the nightmares. That is, until the roar of a bike and the slamming against the bus woke him from his slumber. Clancy was mildly annoyed, more emotion than he had ever felt since after that fateful night.<br/><br/>The smell of blood soon followed, sparking Clancy's own hunger. His mass began to slowly converge when one of the three he was watching re-entered the bus, leading more cattle out of the vehicle. The convergence location shifted at the point, wanting to see and perhaps retaliate against whatever was causing such an uproar. Just behind the four people, one could see strings of webs dangling down as the horde of spiders began to come together. Spiders on top of spiders gracefully was led down the stairs of the bus. Upon hitting the pavement, it was not thousands of legs touching the ground, but a single, human foot that touched the ground. His Crawlerling form began to fade as Clancy formed back into his Homid form, replacing the mass of spiders with a small, rather meek looking man with bleary eyes. Instead of speaking, he just casually looked to the side as one man tackled another off of what Clancy could only assume was his dinner -or was it breakfast at this point?- and onto the asphalt next to him. The one that did the tackling was like him. Clancy knew that much. But he was not Ananasi. That made him... an Ovid, if he remembered what Sterling had called them.<br/><br/>So there was an Ovid, and whatever these other three were, causing a mass amount of noise and apparently about to fight. Rationally, he felt he should leave before someone showed up. But Clancy was too curious for his own good. He wanted to see how exactly this played out. Closing his eyes for a moment, Clancy called forth a Gift from Ananasa, reopening<i>all</i>of his eyes. To anyone looking directly at him, it would seem nothing had changed. But anyone looking out of the corner of their eyes would swear that his head had been covered by dozens of eyes, watching every direction. He did not want to be caught off guard while watching this fight, but he certainly wanted to continue to study how this Ovid interacted with these other supernatural beings, which was made all the easier by the number of his eyes.<br/><br/>((Spent 1 bloodpoint on Gift: Many Eyes. 9/10 remaining))