:+:The Price of Greed:+:

High noon in the remote black mountains of the Grimm continent, two Lepidoran's had sought to explore the black, smoke covered continent. Mother and daughter, they were seeking a time of fun and merryment as they usually did, both not having any cares in the world, but always hungered for more than what they had. Apon flying over the black mountains, the daughter happened to look down and see a cave that was filled with what looked like piles of currency. She shouted out to her mother what she had found and they both eagerly flew into the cave, not caring who the currency belonged to or why it was there, but only saw fit that it should have been theirs. Apon landing on the ground to what they thought were piles of what they had desired, they had soon realised that they were stuck in a giant web that covered every part of the cave, their feet being stuck in the ultimate trapping mechanism. The daughter began to panic and began to fight the webbing that was now covering her feet and ultimately ended up triping and falling down onto the wall that was covered in yet more webbing and making it so that she could no longer even struggle for her freedom. The mother called out for her daughter to calm down, as she thoght the one who made this next would soon be apon them and help then to be freed.

After about two hours of waiting around, a loud yawn echoed through the cave as the tall, slim figure of the cave's dweller would step out from the darkness that covered most of the cave. The brown colored male looked over to the two that were trapped in his web with his bright green eyes, which didn't seem to help calm the daughter down. "My my, I've got visitors." The male's voice would be rather low, as if he was whispering and had a cold and calm tone to it. "Y-yeah.. Me and my daughter were just exploring and we got caught up in here.. Could you help us out?" The mother said in a sweet voice as she watched the male ignore her and walk over to her daughter, putting his hand on the female's cheek. "Oh my, such beauty you have young one." The male said looking over her entire being as she looked away from him slightly, the female seeming to be rather shy on such things. "W-why thank you, sir.." The female said before the male plucked her from the wet that held her in place, but to only quickly spinn her into a small caccon, where only her head shown. "It's such a pity that I'll have to wait such beauty on a meal.. You have so many other uses.." The female's eyes widened, as did her mother's from the male's statement. "W-what?! This is a joke, r-right..?" The female looked up at the male as he placed her back on the wall, fear now filling her widened eyes. "Y-you said I h-had other uses! Why c-can't you do those?!" The female said with fear crackling through her voice as she stared into the male's calm and cold green eyes, hoping desperately for him to say he could. "I'm sorry but no, I haven't eaten in so long you see.. I'm so desperatly hungry." The male said as he then walked back over to the cacconed female and put his hands on both sides of her head, tilting it to the side to reveal her neck. "N-no! Please!" The female's begging was in vain as the male opened his mouth and sunk his fangs into her neck, releasing his poison which spread through her body and began to disolve the female's organs. The female's expression gradually changed from one of fear to a blank, emotionless one.

"Hera!" The mother called out her daughter's name in disbelief as she watched her daughter gradually die from the poison administered to her young daughter. The female coughed roughly, letting a brown-ish liquid, with a bit of a red tint stream down from her mouth. The male saw the liquid stream down from her mouth and then opened his mouth once more, letting his tounge stretch out from his mouth and lick the liquid of the female's face. "Can't let one drop go to waste." At this moment, a pit of anger grew inside the mother ans she began to fight the webbing that was holding her legs in place, trying to get to the male. "You monster! How could you kill someone so young?!" The male look over to the mother and simply gave her a smal, yet bright smile before he spoke his reply. "I've told you, I'm so desperatly hungry.. And besides, it's not like I've done it before." The male said, poiting to the other caccons that remained unnoticed until now, everyone holding a young female of every species, each remaining their beauty and youthfullness even after death. "M..Mother.." The daughter said weakly before her eyes closed and her head limped to the side, a sign that the poison had done it's job and the female's organs had been dissolved into a liquid for the male to eat. The male then sunk his teeth into the female's neck once more and began to suck the liquid out of her body and drink it, the male revleshing in the taste. After the male had his fill, he turn to the mother, who had seemed to have gone into shock from seeing what happened to her daughter, and wrapped her up in a caccon. "Now don't you go anywhere, I'm saving you for later." The male said before he walked off and dissappeared into the darkness of the cave, leaving the mother to stare at the corpse that was once her energetic and playfull daughter.

(( Yes, there is abit of joinability to this, you can still try to save the mother. :3 ))

The soft sound of rocks shuffling about underfoot could be heard just beyond the mouth of the cave, which only moments ago had been the death of some poor girl. The outsider paid little mind to the darkened mouth of the cave, he was far from home and currently preocupide with what ever it was he was looking for. HIs long black body moved like liquid over the soot coloured rocks, a soft ocher tint to his segments, many bright orange legs moving in a rippling fashion. His torso was a pale ashen colour, lending to the fact that he did not often see the sun. He paused, picking up a skull which may have belonged to an animal and turned it over in his upper set of arms, the second pair crossed over his stomach, and a third three fingered and much smaller set folded near his pelvid. Eyes as black as some forgotten abyess gazed at the skull, inspecting it, while many long orange feelers, ranging in width swayed softly on his head.

Blix tucked the skull way in a bag he was dragging about with him and turned slowly to eye the forboding cave for a long moment. There might be something of interest within its depths, and the darkness was inviting, however, he was no fool, and the open cave mouth could be a lair of danger of approached without caution.
So very slowly he moved towards it, many legs almost silent on the stones until he could rest the hands of his upper set of arms on the smooth rock edge of the entrence. He peered inside, feelers moving forward, as if testing the air.

An odd scent wafted from within, and it would have sent chills down any sane creature's spine but Blix pressed forward moving into the cave, pausing when the tip of one slender leg brush a silken strand of webbing. Something he was used to, what with living with an arachin. Picking his way across the strands he came to a hault infront of a few well placed cocoons, clearly though, what ever was in them had already been drained of life, leaving them husks of their formor selves.
Blix shrugged and turned to move away when one of his legs snagged the web. Cussing lowly to himself he brought his long body back around in a circle and started picking at the shimmering strands. He was not trapped by anymeans, simply snagged and he did not want to damage the web, since he had no idea who owned it.

As Blix found himself snagged in the webbing that had completely covered the floor, small sobbing could be heard deeper in the cave. The sobbing echoed through the cave enough to make it sound like someone was crying right next to Blix. Soon the sobbing stopped only to be replaced by some frantic mumbling, only parts and abit of it able to be made out by Blix. "I dun wanna die.. I dun.. Hera.. Hera.." The words were immediatly silenced as the sound of a loud yawn echoed through the cave, and a few minutes afterwords frantic breating completely out of fear was heard just as faint footsteps could be heard by Blix. Soon, a tall, brown figure wearing red bands and long black hair with a goatee that would flow down from his chin. The figure finally stop infront of the form of Blix before letting out a small and bright smile, but giving off a sinister feel. "Well.. Another explorer I take it?"

Blix raised his head long enough to listen to the despreat sobbing for a moment before going back to the task of freeing his foot. When he felt the web tremble from the approch of the Arachin he turned his body full so he could face him. " Yes well, dark caves are just so inviting." He spoke in a low accented whisper, his feelers swaying softly. He seemed to hold little fear of the spider, only calculated caution, given that he himself was a preditor.

With a final swift tug his limb slid free of the web, leaving the strands in realitvly good shape. " I do apologise if I woke you though." He offered, blinking jet black eyes slowly. He knew how aggrivating being woken up early could be.

"Yes well.. Lucky for you.. I am full at the moment. And I still have food saved for later.." The male said as he looked over the form of Blix with his bright green eyes before he turned his back to the male, speaking afterwords. "Myrians taste horrible anyways." The male said as he began to walked off into the dark cave, where the deperate sobbing continued. "Oh.." The male said as he stopped and turned his head backwords to look back at Blix one more time. "If you venture deeper into my cave, I'll have to kill you.. Gotta keep the food safe.." The male said as he turned his head back around and walked deeper into the cave, fading away into the cave's pitch black darkness.

Blix crossed all three sets of arms and scoffed, he was not easy prey and he didn't uch care to know how he might taste. "Really?" He narrowed his eyes faintly and picked his way across the web after themale spider, his whip like feelers stiff and bent back. He was more curious about the distant sobbing then anything at the moment, and he didn't much care for the spider's threats.

He raised himself up heigher on his long black body so as to peer about the darkness. What was making that hideous sound anyways?
"what are you keeping down here, can't you keep it quite, or do you want random visitors?" He questioned, sliding up along side of the spider.

"I enjoy the sounds.. They help me sleep." The male said as he walked ahead of Blix and dissappeared into the darkness once more, laying down a wall of webbing infront of Blix before continuing on. "Now then.. After this point, you are a tresspasser.. You know what people do with tresspassers." The male said as he walked off once more, as visabiliy to the other side of the wall still remained from the side Blix was on. The sobbing that was echoing through the cave was louder now, as the source of it could now be seen in Blix's vision from behind the wall of webbing. The one who was sobbing was a middle aged Lepidoran, who despite her age was still rather good looking. The female's eyes were staying on one of the corpses that were kept in the caccons. The one that she was staring at seemed to have a striking resemblense to the female, as if they were related. The only thing the female did other than sob and stare at the corpse was say a name over and over. "Hera.. Hera.. Hera.."

The poor bastard hated to fly; honestly, every time he'd look down the tightness of his stomach would cause a dry retch of painfully swollen glands in his throat; oh, yeah, this poor son of a bitch was scared of flight... But, he was doing so anyway. His wings were a thunderous scream in his ears; the sound much like the air-toys the children of the Lepidoran used in whatever festivals they had; he'd seen them, his wings had interested and entertained the children immensely; and for that he was thankful. But, the reaso for his flight wasn't pleasure; if that were the case he'd be running, no, this was because of something he'd heard; now, mind you this was a Subterranean Man, used to life in the dirt and grim of the world below; he knew the Echo of Caves.

Although why he was on this shithole of an island was beyond him; he'd been employed to scout the island for anything useful for his employer... Fuck's'tha'sposedtamean he never would know. But, so far he'd been cataloging interesting features of the land; most of which he'd landed in to do extensive exploration. The worst had been the pit of brambles tat nearly cost him his legs! Fucking plants. But now there was a new feature, and he was only able to stop in mid air before he could pick up the noise. His overly sensitive hearing was picking up what appeared to him to be, wailing? Strange he could pick anything up over the beat of his wings; good of a flyer as he was, he wasn't a quiet flyer. On the contrary he was a LOUD flyer who's wings were more a tool than an actual need. He used them rarely but, when he did, it was like riding a bike... On a Roller Coaster... after eating Castor Oil.

Again he wretches, but; thankfully not in mid air; he was close enough to drop down and start heaving up the contents of his empty stomach; the sound was very stange... Like a pair of Bagpipes with a squeaky toy added into the mix... But, he was on the ground; those hugely muscled forearms hold him up even as he begins to gag on his own tongue; he's sick, tired, and honestly in need of a good pint... However, he does remember his pay, the offer, and of course all the tidings back on a Mainland area where he might be able to find himself some enjoyment...

Fucking employers... them and their 'dangerous shite' seriously, fuckem.

But, for now he had a new place to explore; though, the wailing of the cave was surely a sign of ill omens. Eh, not like he'd not ignored he Poisonous Spots on the plants, the rather obvious signs of Hornet Colonies farther back, and of course the Spider Coven nearest the top of the mountain. Surely he wasn't going to be scared of this little cave. But, to be safe, and to straighten out his kilt; he begins to unwrap his lower body of it's trappings, all while moving forward into the darkness of the cave. This was his world, while he was no predator, his kind were adept at seeing below; reguardless of being related to the 'Day Hoppers'. He's also silent while he moves; not even bothering to grumble a list of complaints; s'not how he rolls, plus, he's no where near drunk enough to start cursing at a 'DARK AND FORBODING CAVE NETWORK'.

So, as he walks those two smaller arms begin re-tying and re-lashing his lower garmet, his 'latch flashing impertanantly about even as he clicks his lower palps against one another; he can smell very well; it was an acrid stench of death. But, the wail was still there, still amplified tenfold by the echoing cave; and he's going to attempt to follow the sound; after all, he's a curious, if stubborn, bugger; s'not like he's honestly scared of much. Well, maybe somethings... Or... stupid... things...like flying....

[I hope this is alright... He's got good hearing and smell! He's just got bad eyesight and is a slow walker.... <_< FEAR HIS SLOW AND BLIND SELF.]

Blix made a small clicking sound in the back of his thoat in annoyance with the spider who'd blocked his path. He didn't see much use in tearing down the webbing just to go after some obnoxious Arachin who clearly had no need of his company, and who he had no need off either. Coiling up his long body in a tight circle under him he eyed the cocooned woman and what ever it was she was looking at with little pity on his face. With a roll of his eyes he shook his head, feelers swaying with the motion before he raised two sets of arms and started the task of picking away the silken strands that connected to the cave side and thus removing the wall from his path.

That task took some time, but Blix was patient and once the wall was down and hung to the side more akin to a cutain then a wall he uncoiled and moved towards the female.
He leaned back slightly and crossed all three sets of arms again as he watched her, debating on wether or not to try and free her. He didn't give a damn about her but her constant wailing was bloody annoying.


(( Fine by me :3 ))

As Blix neared the female, the ground beneath him would start to crack, as if it were made out of glass. The Arachin from earlier the walked out of the cave's darkness once more, holding a large rock in his left hand and throwing it up and down in his hand as he spoke. "I warned you not to come any further.. I hate getting rid of unwanted corpses.." The male said as he threw the rock through the ground under Blix, would would completely break and give way to reveal a very deep hole without a bottom in sight. The radius of the hole was too big for Blix to simply grab each side of the of the hole and suspend him instead of falling fully into the hole. The male then walked over to the hole, but not at it's edge, not wanting Blix to drag him down the hole with him. "Oh my, I do hope seeing another death right before her doesn't tramatize her any further.." The male said as he walked over to where the sobbing female was, putting his handon her cheek and making her look up at his bright green eyes. "You've just gone through so much already.. I hate to see you all 'torn up' inside.."

Blix didn't have time to quip a smart ass remark at the male spider as the ground under foot gave way to a chasm with no end insight. Instead he clung to the wall of the whole, digging his sharp claws into the dirt with all six arms and many small feet. He slid down but much slower then simply falling into the pit. Once at the bottom, which still bruised him some he coiled up and shouted. " When I get out of here I swear!" He trailed off and prepaired for the long wait. Tobias would come looking for him soon enoough, once he was late getting home. The Arachin he lived with a good o'l boy but piss him off and he was just as deadly as any other spider.

Blix sighed heavily, this was not how he had planned to spend his day, well at least it was dark in here.

" 'When you get out of here?' What makes you so sure that you will?" The male said, staring down into the darkness of the pit before walking away from the hole. The male came back to the hole carrying some kinda of shovel, rather larger than the normal kind. The male then scooped up a large pile of huge rocks and dumped them into the hole, doing this repeatabily, as he had enough rocks to completely fill the hole with Blix in it. "I've always wanted to be a grave digger, it's such a nice name.. Grave digger."

ONce a rock bounced off his lower body Blix gave off a rather annoyed clicking sound. He had been content to just wait out Tobais' arrival instead of wasting the energy to climb out. Now not as good as the Arachins at this most of his kind were still fairly adept at scaling walls when there was something to grab onto. So that's what he did, avoiding rocks as he moved, though slow going he was still approching the surface. He had no intentions of retaliating on the spider, he had after all wondered in her himself, but he wasn't about to stay and have gravel shot at him all damn day. Pulling himself over the edge of the hole, opposite where the spider stood he dusted himself off and with out so much as a backwards glance started moving towards the mouth of the cave grumbling all the while about why he never leaves home, and this was why. Once he could make out the cave opening he turned his upper body back to the way he had come.

Glareing sharply at the spider who's form he could just make out, his vision in the dark was fantastic but the other creature was a ways off. He said nothing mind you and made to leave, pausing when another sound caught his attention, coming his way from outside.

The male stopped shoveling the rocks into the hole after Blix had managed to climb out of the hole, despite the large rocks being dropped down on him. The male put the large shovel down into the ground of the cave and folded his top arms over the handle of the shovel as his bright green eyes watched Blix simply turn around and walk out, having expected a fight out of Blix. The male's bright, yet sinister smiler seemed to glow outwords along with his bright green eyes as Blix looked back at the male from the entrance, his mouth moving to say something afterwords. "Good bye, I do hope you visit again~"

While the two 'True Predators' had been fighting, the rather adventurous Cricket had begun farther into the cave; his excelent hearing, coupled with a liking for dark places made this a rather bit more enjoyable than it really should have been. But, as he moves the sounds of voices, echoing off the walls mind you; were growing in both intensity and clarity; though, to be honest he couldn't hear all that much through the stone of the cave structure; and in not wanting to destroy the cave walls around him, he resisted doing anything that would be suitably... Harmful, to the walls themselves.

On all fores now he was rushing, his movement was increased a great deal when he didn't use his eyes; his finely furred body was prickling with the sensations of the walls about him, the air vibrating with a veritable hum of noise echoing from a near central catacomb; why hadn't he heard noise before arriving near the back he could never fathom; but... Even so, even so, he manages to snag his right arm into some rather thick silk; the bladed spades cut through it easily enough; but the muscular, unarmored, Bicep is stuck.

Without even thinking a small, sharp, knife is pulled free of his cassock; while other insects would scoff at his use of a tool, and clothing, and... just about many other things about him... He wasn't a stupid bug.

The strands are far, far tougher than he'd thought, the strength of his cutting being severely weakened by the use of his smaller, more nimble hands; after all a bug's got to do what he has to. Especially considering that he knows the stench of Arachin silk anywhere; the stuff was veritably like smelling organic glue made by the Ants for their larval children. It disgusted him to no end that this... Excrement.. was used for just about everything for the bastards including traps... Of which he is rather firmly stuck in. One strand is sliced, now for the otehr half dozen he'd stuck his arm in... Never mind what he'd probably stuck his leg into as well...

"Oh dis is just a bloody fucking fun day, goddamn spidery sparkle arsed freaks...", of course his voice is loud, expletive, and likely dark enough to make even the shadows cringe with fear... Were he a magical bastard. Of course he's not too happy; he's stuck in a damn trap and will likely have to fight himself a spider! This was NOT what he signed on for when he said he'd explore for the son of a bitch he works for.... not at all...