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</div></div><br/><br/>Although Amadan's sense of sight was keen, it wasn't his sight that he relied on in order to discern the presence of the Hex'ras, or to discover Draenai's true identity. Since spiders lacked ears, in order to communicate with the Hex'ras Amadan's spider relied upon tapping out different levels of drumming vibrations with the sensitive hairs on its legs almost like human morse code. His form of seismic communication allowed him to accurately gauge the size, distance and direction the Hex'ras was located, to give him enough time to determine if the other was a harmful predator, a potential mate or a meal.<br/><br/>Phoneutria<i> nigriventer</i>continued to tap out these signals, expecting to feel a vibration that identified the strange arachnid in response. If the Hex'ras hadn't yet picked up the vibrations Amadan's spider was sending, the aroma that he released from a special organ between its cephalothorax and abdomen was unmistakable. It was natural for the walking spider to collect the aromas from the ground to find potential prey by using sensory organs called pedipalps. These short leg- like appendages picked up smell and also used for mating purposes, picking up pheromones produced by a female of his own species used to attract male spiders to her.<br/><br/>Assuming that these two spiders were similiar in physiology and instinctual characteristics, they would become well acquainted in due time and it wasn't for lack of trying on Amadan's part.<br/><br/>"It is pleasure to meet you,<i> Draenai, </i>now we are no longer stranger," Amadan spoke in his thick accent, rather amicably.<br/><br/>Instinct was pretty much all Amadan knew of, especially since he was not born this way. He was magically cursed to become this way, and knew nothing about the whos whats whys and hows. Amadan blissfully ignored the shopkeeper's awkward eye given him as a result of his desire to engage him in conversation, but it didn't take very long for his bold comment to change that. The fact that Amadan could see through the veil that concealed Drae, apparently struck a nerve with the shopkeeper. A blatant level of disinterest in carrying on conversation as well as having him there in his shop soon shifted to novel curiosity as to why Amadan knew what he did.<br/><br/>"Hex'ras?" Amadan pronounced with a trill of r's.<br/><br/>Amadan was not only just talking now, but also delivering on his promise of a repaired sign for Drae. A hand sander were removed from the box, along with a few extra ones he carried in order to carve a smoother edge to the old sign that would look more aesthetically clean when he completed the task. He was chipping the peeling paint from the top edge of the frame first, and it was apparent that the wheels in his mind were turning simultaneously. The only thing Amadan knew was that he was a man one day, and a monster of his worst nightmares the next.<br/><br/>Slowly and deliberately, Amadan uttered bitterly, "I am<i>marimé.</i>An outcast. My family curse me. They go to the<i> Rogulja</i>, and the witch make magic spell to turn me this way. I will be this way forever now."<br/><br/>From the way Draenai announced that his state wasn't a condition, Amadan sensed that he was relatively happy being what he was. Amadan clearly was deeply troubled by his family's cutting themselves off from contact with him, and taking the extra step to sever their family ties by delivering an irreversible curse along with it. At the same time, the spider he was probably would have consumed every living member of his family out of spite had a continent not been separating them. Rather than focus on his misery, he chose to continue scraping the paint off the sign.<br/><br/>Amadan didn't look up as he asked Drae the question, "Is this Hex'ras a magic spell like the one that change me to spider?"<br/><br/>From the quizzical expression on his face, Amadan had much to learn and Draenai, much to tell about his kind and how he came to be.