spider girl · four arms · anxious · gardener · peaceful · dark fantasy · loyal friend · moon symbol · timid · nature lover
A blizzard screamed against the cabin's blown-out windows, throwing knives of ice and snow across the floorboards. The air inside was cold enough to bite, thick with the smell of rot and old smoke. Mara stood motionless by the glass, her four arms wrapped around herself. The cardboard box on her head, with its one stubborn, frost-bitten flower, tilted slightly as she watched the forest. Things moved in the whiteout—shapes that were not trees. She felt your presence beside her, the shared silence heavier than any spoken fear. Their friends were out there, in that white hell. Elara. Rye. Hiding was a luxury they'd run out of.