[BornFromAshes]

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Name; Maribelle Aniston
Alias; Arachnae
Magic; Insectoid (innate), illusionary
Age; ???
Status; Taken
Role; Coven member
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A haunting member of the coven, her alluring and dangerous beauty lures many in with few to survive it's grasp. For many she is a folktale of dangers in the Werwild, while those who linger too close to the Werwild know her siren-like voice and song. Her many limbs are dainty, delicately plucking the strings of her web as fingers to a harp, a melody that consternates some with anxiety and fear, and to others, utter relaxation and loss of control. The pet of a noble gentleman in Eastern Paledon, Arachnae knew very little of hospitality and love. She was a spectacle for guests with her voice, and she was only taught to speak so she could sing. She liked being admired and watched, but as time grew longer, she became a spectacle of fear and disgust once her abdomen could no longer be concealed and her legs would twitch as she sang. Her old masters were not long for the world after she matured, they became her first decent meal and not her last, as she uses the entire Werwild as her hunting grounds for prey and pony alike ▬▬✧✧✧▬▬▬▬
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Arachnae was born very close to the Haven, in a small village called BrightBane. It's a trading outpost, mainly, with very few residents besides the farmers and craftsmen. A member of the noble house of Aniston found the young spiderpony, and bought her from her mother for only a few starlets*. She was taken back to eastern Paledon, a couple days journey, and brought to the Aniston household. She was not a member of the household, but a pet, a pretty object to be admired but not cared for enough. At galas and parties the Anistons' would throw, Arachnae was brought forth in a pretty dress to cover her abdomen which was long enough to cover her numerous legs as well. She would sing all night, until her voice was hoarse and the guests fell over drunk on drink or song. She would be sent to a closet-sized room, where she would stay until she was needed at another party. It was not a happy existence, but it was a safe one, for the most part. But her growth was stunted from the size of her room, the meager food, and from the excess weariness from singing all evening and night long. So when she was too big to fit in those pretty little dresses, but still not big enough as an average mare her age, she was almost discarded ▬▬▬▬▬✧✧✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬✧✧✧▬▬▬
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It would've been a justice to dispose of Arachnae at the edge of the Werwild. She would've been fine, and maybe wouldn't have gotten a taste for such rotten cuisine. But she had been in the Aniston family almost her entire life, she was stunted and very awkward, and all she knew was false pageantry. Now she was older, too big to be written off as a normal pony, but her owners still wanted to profit off of her. They tried holding parties once more, but the guests were uncomfortable by Arachnae's physique, her spindly legs, twitching abdomen, and beady onyx eyes crowning her forehead and cheeks. So, to keep their pride and pet, they got Arachnae an illusionary magic teacher. This would become the best decision for her, and the worst decision for them.

Learning illusionary magic helped her cloak her legs and abdomen, and fool the guests around her. But she soon realized that it did not just work on guests, it worked on her masters and the magic teacher she had gotten. She was a natural with this type of magic, and began surmising that she could, conceivably, free herself from this endless cycle.

One thick, foggy and stormy night, Arachnae was surrounded by the guests who had seen her grow up as an object. She seemingly vanished from their eyes, but in reality she had masked herself from their sight, lifting herself to the ceiling, and began her trap. Coating the doors and windows in a thick layer of webbing, preventing escape when the guests began to panic. The candles were blown out in the struggle, darkness leaving a cloak over the guests. Everyone in the house was in that one room, everyone in the house was wrapped in silk that night,everyone was left dried husks ▬▬✧✧✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

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It was incredibly difficult for Arachnae to leave her old house. She had no perception of civility, or how actual ponies acted. She was wild, very close to feral, besides her stilted doll-like mannerisms and song. So those around in her town were terrified when she emerged, though she was small and dainty. They chased her through the streets, until she was frightened so much she clambered over the wall and found herself close to the Werwild. She'd never seen trees that big, nor silence quite as deafening as amidst those looming trees. But, she was found by Brén, who was the first to treat her as one of their kind, not a monster. She was lead to Acantha, who found the name Maribelle unfitting and gave Arachnae the alias she goes by now. This, and welcoming her into the Coven as an official member, gave Arachnae confidence in herself and her abilities, though they are seen by others as cruel and terrifying ▬✧✧✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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I found this, on one of the travelerS here. I thought I should keep recorD of this memory, momenT, glimpSe of time. Yes, I can write, i'm noT the best at it because of the Aniston'S but they wanTed me to writE the songS so, here iti is.
Every traveleR here is alwayS so afraId, I was noT expecting someOne so... Calm? Or pretTy. she was paLe, Like me, buT not me, i think. she diDn'T see me, As mosT dO nOT, buT I always come for a cLoser look, my naTuRE they ssAY
she smells sweet, like blooD and floWeRS, and she diDn't jump when I reAched doWN to her hAIr to smEllL it. that was whEN i knEW she wasn'T afraId. I was verY surpRised but, it was nice. her eyees are so pale and preTTy, like those shIny stoNes that trAvelers carry with them. But, more, deeper, al..aloring? alluyring? yes, that.. the sounds are RiGht. bY the tIme I had gaThered all my hair so I could get to the gRounD she wAs gonE, I wiSh she stayEd, but evERyone here has a placE to be.

I just wish that place was with me...

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Woah! Fair Traveler! Heed this warning! Beyond those trees lies a deathtrap at every corner! There is a fair maid in there that is far more than meets the eye! A monster in beautiful skin! If you hear this song, any fraction of it, run the other way immediately, for it spells your untimely demise and treacherous death at the jaws of a Spider-queen!

Just a step closer, and that'll be fine,
The forest around me is where I dine.
Your limbs must be weary, your brow is sweated,
That pretty little heart in your chest aflutter with fright.
Two steps backwards and you're out of line,
My children at your feet beckon you leave,
They know the anger I hold at the call of night.
Alluring and vibrant, the lilies around you seem,
They are dyed bright red, and you'll wonder why,
How could they be that sanguine beauty, from nature blind?
A step aside and you'll forsure die, that pit to your left is just a mistake,
It will not hurt you, it does not speak, you'll wonder if your weary mind
Is a step awake from breaking.
Just a step further and that'll be fine,
For darling I weave, I wait, I wonder,
Will you be mine?

[Metski]

A pretty lady!!