[ Okay, so the burst of fire and all that follows catches a tipsy Cellar by surprise, eyes wide and skin suddenly hot. She doesn't think about stepping away for a while, the cold of the night streaming back as a pleasant relief after the flame is gone. Couldn't this have been the strangest discovery of the evening? She would've taken it over being tricked into cannibalism any fucking day of the week. ]
Holy shit.
[ Arched brows, a small movement with her head, Cellar takes the cue. Her turn: she reaches out to her shadow on the grass, watching it snake up so fingers, knuckles then fist are covered in darkness. This is mirrored on her other hand, both elongating until she has ten claws, each deliberately reminiscent of spider legs. They move like it when she wiggles them, too. ]
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Holy shit.
[ Arched brows, a small movement with her head, Cellar takes the cue. Her turn: she reaches out to her shadow on the grass, watching it snake up so fingers, knuckles then fist are covered in darkness. This is mirrored on her other hand, both elongating until she has ten claws, each deliberately reminiscent of spider legs. They move like it when she wiggles them, too. ]
And that's me.