Patience shook his head. "A spider that rides a spider is considered unworthy of a proper life and death." He led to the cave where Arachne should have been, but she wasn't there. Patience spoke to a few spiders, trying to figure out where she went. The most common replay was not a good one. "Erutaerc hsiflow yb yawa nekat." Patience turned to Volkenagrim. "Do you by any chance know any wolfish creatures? The spiders say it is white. Know any white wolfish creatures?" Rabble stared in Diclino's eyes. "If he feeds off of positive thoughts about him I might as well just not think of him. I have no positive thoughts on that flea bag." His red appearance gave way to his short-tempered and agressive nature. His purple eyes glared into Diclino's.

As soon as Volkenagrim was getting closer to the Wolfish creature, more of the Wolfish creatures came barreling towards him. Arachne shot about ten with her bow, but they kept coming. The spiders hadn't followed her into the forest, for they were too afraid. They knew they were in danger, but there were too many of the Wolfish. Arachne climbed up a large tree, then stood on a branch to get a bird's eye view. Millions were coming from all directions, not just the deep forest. She tossed her knives at a few, but they only snapped and fell lamely to the ground. Patience was hanging by his fangs from Diclino's shirt, still trying to hitch a ride on the shoulder. Rabble stood in a tree, amused. His eyes lit up like happy little lanterns, as if enjoying all the chaos. Arachne was so busy trying to shoot the Wolfish she didn't notice one had come up behind her. Before she could turn around and punch it in the face, her vision went black.

Most of the Wolfish retreated, but one stayed for a moment. He spoke with a low rumbling voice. "We will be back... You can't keep us away forever, neither can the spider girl... Spiders fear us, and we need to finish what we started... That spider needs to die..." He nodded his head towards Arachne, then retreated with the others. As for Arachne, she was in the worst of health. Her skin was more pale than usual, and a puddle of blood was leaking out her back. She was barely breathing, and the spider mark on her forehead was glowing violently. Rabble stood in a tree next to her, a deadly smirk on his face.

Rabble glared at Diclino and Volkenagrim. A sort of darkness glowed behind his eyes, like the smell of death. Rabble wasn't Rabble. Rabble was Red. He stood there for a moment, hissed a warning, then crawled off. Patience watched this, then shook his head. "I doubt she will make it. The Wolfish have done this far too many times. Death could either take her at any moment, or give mercy. But I doubt she will live." Patience stared in Volkenagrim's eyes, then Diclino, then back to Arachne. "The least we can do is hope she lives. Wolfish poison is one of the worst yet, and she has a very large donation of it in her blood now. Any minute it can get to her heart and kill her." Arachne lay motionless, the rise and fall of her chest was very faint, meaning she was very close to death. The white wisp was back again, swirling up above them. Patience glared at it. "Shoo, Hanphreite." Arachne's cold ice blue eyes fluttered open for a second, but closed again. The last bl
ink of life.

Arachne's body melted away into spiders, who scrabbled off in all directions. Most of them became human and kept running. Patience knelt down where Arachne used to be, a little boy. He looked off at Volkenagrim, tilting his head a little bit. Then he, too, walked off in the opposite direction. After a minute he started running. Hanphreite floated above. It lowered itself down to Diclino's side, though it was hard to tell that it was looking at him. Your freind is stubborn and hopeless. No wonder he forces you to become such a horrible monster at times... Pity. It bobbed up and down slowly, looking like a large ball of fire.

Hanphreite made a growling sound from the inside. "First, I know what you think. And I prefer to be called female, if you will. Second, your freind is still dying even now." She flashed a bright red, showing half of her anger. A faint face could be seen inside, but not solid enough to see any actual features. She calmed down a bit, but sparks were still popping out at times making zipping sounds. The face inside looked over towards Volkenagrim, who apparently was still on his suicidal run. "You two should really find a real life, because you have already destroyed yours. Thats why I'm here. I offer a safe passage to death if you would like, or atleast a shot at life." She floated atleast three feet off the ground, and her flames just barely touch the seared ground. "Well?"

Hanphreite hissed back. "No. She isn't alive. Never was. Just another ragdoll." She glowed in thousands of colors, the only color unshown was blue. "No one believes in your kind anymore, not even in Soul Tamers. To them, your just a thing of the past. Pretty soon your going to end up like me, a hopeless little bundle of fire floating around in a sea of unconciousness." She felt an ounce of guilt, but felt more saddened for the rest of the things that turned into dust balls. She turned completely blue. "You are extremely old fashioned, you two. There is another way. All you need to do is tame a creature that no longer exists. Greatfully, I happen to know one just yet. Not so greatfully, I can only do it once a month." Her entire shape exploded into amber light, then reformed in the trees. A white thing trotted out, a horse-like with a donkey tail and blue fetlocks, mane, and tail. The most abnormal was a curved horn on it's head.

Hanphreiti reared, stepping backward. The tree itself enlarged into a bear, twelve times larger than all of them put together. It stomped on the ground, forming large craters. It roared back at Nekoryu, a skin tingling sound. Almost like the sound of sharpening a knife, a crying baby, and a very angry lion on steroids all at the same time. Hanphreite stepped around cautiously, trying not to get swallowed by a crevice. The monster thumped up and down on the ground, making large cracks. It landed and stared at Nekoryu with bloodshot eyes and flared nostrils.

The beast roared, knocking Nekoryu aside. It snorted, landing with a large earthquake. It searched around and saw Diclino, possibly a weak one. Bounding through cracks and crevices it charged towards him. The beast bit Diclino in the arm, not letting go until the arm would fall off. Hanphreite reared and stabbed the monster in the eye, black ooze dripping from her horn. The bear roared in pain and skittered away, but would be back shortly. Hanphreite chased it like a sheepherder.