Very few can remember learning to walk, we take for granted the months to years it can take people to put right foot in front of left and vice versa. Some of us learn it fast, able to walk before we can talk, others can take a little... longer. This is especially the case for those with a couple... additional sets of legs. In all honesty there are few merits to having three extra sets... in fact, from the Arachnid Medic Charlotte's point of view, there were none. Rather than having nice, lean, two jointed legs; she was saddled with these huge, tri-jointed, black and white stripped pipe cleaners.
It had taken her four years to properly walk on these eight, hairy, stubby, tendrils and even at the ripe age of twenty one, she could still hardly keep from stumbling over herself. Even now as she walked down the street she couldn't help but brushing passed, nigh bashing into, people and lamp posts.
Perhaps it was for the best that she was feared, at least that way she wouldn't crush anyone walking toward her. But she couldn't help sighing when yet another strayed from her path... straight toward the nearest trashcan, over which he hung his head; looking quite green.
As common a sight as that was to her, she didn't think she'd ever get used to it. She'd been in this city for her entire remembered life, but still people were shocked to see her. It was almost as though she was an urban legend or a supposed myth. A story they'd tell to children to keep them in bed at night.
She sighed, slowing as she approached the city center. She knew she shouldn't let herself think these negative thoughts, but when every step reminds you how abnormal you were... it was difficult. She turned her mind to other things... the weather was nice today, the first snowfall had been last night. Winter was her favorite of the seasons, so this was a step in the right direction.
She continued to wander her way across the city, distracted by thoughts of that cold time until the growling of her stomach pulled her from those thoughts. She had burned so many calories in just walking from her home to here, let alone from her house to the school. She halted at the city fountain, lowering herself not onto the bench before the white stone fixture but next to it.
Pulling her bag from atop her thorax she removed a large metal container. Still warm to the touch. Opening it's top revealed no simple small lunch, rather an entire roast turkey was within. Steam still rising from the depths. She drew a carving knife from her bag as well as a long silver fork, she was certain that people were staring... but they would have been anyway.
It was around then that the skies opened once more, tiny white flakes falling from the sky.
She plunged the blade deep, the smell filling the air around her.
It had taken her four years to properly walk on these eight, hairy, stubby, tendrils and even at the ripe age of twenty one, she could still hardly keep from stumbling over herself. Even now as she walked down the street she couldn't help but brushing passed, nigh bashing into, people and lamp posts.
Perhaps it was for the best that she was feared, at least that way she wouldn't crush anyone walking toward her. But she couldn't help sighing when yet another strayed from her path... straight toward the nearest trashcan, over which he hung his head; looking quite green.
As common a sight as that was to her, she didn't think she'd ever get used to it. She'd been in this city for her entire remembered life, but still people were shocked to see her. It was almost as though she was an urban legend or a supposed myth. A story they'd tell to children to keep them in bed at night.
She sighed, slowing as she approached the city center. She knew she shouldn't let herself think these negative thoughts, but when every step reminds you how abnormal you were... it was difficult. She turned her mind to other things... the weather was nice today, the first snowfall had been last night. Winter was her favorite of the seasons, so this was a step in the right direction.
She continued to wander her way across the city, distracted by thoughts of that cold time until the growling of her stomach pulled her from those thoughts. She had burned so many calories in just walking from her home to here, let alone from her house to the school. She halted at the city fountain, lowering herself not onto the bench before the white stone fixture but next to it.
Pulling her bag from atop her thorax she removed a large metal container. Still warm to the touch. Opening it's top revealed no simple small lunch, rather an entire roast turkey was within. Steam still rising from the depths. She drew a carving knife from her bag as well as a long silver fork, she was certain that people were staring... but they would have been anyway.
It was around then that the skies opened once more, tiny white flakes falling from the sky.
She plunged the blade deep, the smell filling the air around her.