Please comment and favorite if you like this story! I'm doing it in small parts so I can upload faster, but this will be a rather long story, and support would really help to motivate me! Thank you! Pictures for these two characters can be found in my gallery, under Spindear and Wolff.

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Cold. I shivered, pulling the strings of my torn hoody tight. I would need a new one soon, but it was hard to find them in blue or orange, the only colors I could legally wear. Most arachnaspaians around here were brown, and thus brown clothing was what was sold. Not that it mattered. I couldn’t afford it anyways.

“Excuse me?” A deep voice, gentle but firm. Slowly, I looked up from where I was huddled at the sound.

Fear shot through me as I saw that the arachnaspaian standing there was nearly three times my height. He was a wolf spider, and clearly rich, unless the gold and bejeweled bands adorning his legs and pedipalps were fakes. What was he doing in this part of town? It wasn’t unusual for me to see the rich ones during the day, when they walked past to do their shopping or when I risked hanging out in a more wealthy part of town to try to get a bit more gold from begging. But here, in the middle of the night? And such a cold one? I quickly glanced around. We were the only ones on this street. I swallowed my fear, speaking cautiously. “… Yes, sir?”

“It’s so cold out here. It seems such a shame that someone as pretty as you should be left shivering in that tattered outfit. Why don’t you come with me someplace warmer?”

I curled up fearfully, and stifled a nervous laugh. I’d rather be cold than kidnapped. “No, thank you sir. I am doing just fine where I am. Though, I pray you sir, if you have any spare change I’d be much obliged...” I caught myself, curing my phrasing. “Grateful sir. I’d be grateful.”

“Well alright,” The wolf spider replied, digging though his pockets. I was relieved; maybe he has good intensions after all. It wasn’t like you could poison money. “Alright; hold out your tarsus.” The wolf spider said, taking out a small bag. I could hear the coin clinking within so I gladly obliged.

As he placed the bag in my tarsus, he clasped it firmly with two of his. Suddenly I felt a prick on the back of my arm. “Oh shit,” I said, the world seeming to spin around me as I fell to the ground. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was the strangers’ eight large eyes peering menacingly at me.