[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]How long has it been since that dreadful day? It'd left a peculiar taste in her mouth, a demented memory that once plagued her mind into awful thoughts. She, who stood over her sister's corpse, crimson liquid blossoming from her wounds, intermingling with Spider's own on the damp grass. A vile deed regardless of self defense, deemed a secret, she entrusted only her closest friends with. It had taken many sunrises for Spider to accept what she had done, but it felt like nearly seasons before she could overcome her guilt. Sunrises that took a toll on her health, mentally and physically; left her a husk of her former self, alone to grieve. That's all she remembered, and all she planned on forgetting.
A resurgence of life appeared to flow her veins, from her toes to the rest of her body. She had no idea where it came from, but it was just the push she needed on for her recovery. Slowly, the warrior began to return, biting remarks from her tongue became a norm, her childhood activity of fishing began to become a fun pastime. Never again was Spiderfoot was going to show weakness or waste away, and that was final.
In the present day, the bengal was crouched beside the creek, olive oculars focused on the small fish within, scales glittering as the pale sun's rays reached them. There was only one problem, one she was well aware of — the creek was frozen from leafbare, and it appeared the the water prey was thriving and growing en masse. No doubt was she plotting a plan to get her prize, but for now she was stumped.
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