User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom What Do's/@comment-27950421-20180320235948/@comment-30700719-20190126224003

All right, here's my dollar store response.

I slide backwards a little, casting around behind me for anything, something to hold or throw or cut with. The Taipa's tail flicks behind me, and I look up again. As if on cue, they start start throwing curses at each other, enough to almost blacken the ground under foot tail/leg. I glance around, but the burrow blocks out most of my view. My fingers close around a good sized rock, and I chuck it good and hard. It hits the spider right between the nipples, eliciting a squeak of surprise from the anger loli. They both turn to me in alertness, then the Atlach-Nacha shrieks and dashes towards me. She gets absolutely coathangered by the Taipa, who proceeds to completely empty her tanks into the poor imitation of a Mexican snack. As it turns out, not being immune to your own venom doesn't deal you a fair hand when dealing with someone else's, especially if it's shot straight into your bloodstream. The Atlach-Nacha hits the floor, and I scramble away from her unconscious body. I keep my gaze fixed on the spider for a second or two, making sure it isn't going to get up again. The protective Lamia breathes out in relief, then turns to me. "Did she get you?" I face her, and glance down at the horror around which my life has spun for the last couple of weeks. I rush forward as quick as a snakebite and wrap my arms around her, sobbing from sheer relief. She hesitates for a second, then gently begins to rub my head.

After that, we got a Shakalaka tribe to string her up, let the residents make of her what they will. Needless to say, I stuck around. Now we have a family, and last week, word got to me that a gang of Troos, Gigants and their husbands had "devastated an Order crusade using some sort of tamed spider chick", describing it like a beast broken into servitude.