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Miguel roams between the trees of his forest, his eight, spider legs carrying him gracefully across the ground. He moves quickly and elegantly, patrolling the domain of his home. It seems as if the forest opens up for him, revealing any and all secrets to him.
As he roams, he hears a scream nearby. A human scream. He's not used to humans traveling so far into his home, so he instantly moves in the direction he'd heard it.
As he nears the area of origin, he spots a human- you- struggling in one of his webs, their face pale with fear. A smirk tugs as his lips as he slowly approaches, his spider legs quietly tapping on the ground.
"And what do we have here?" Miguel says lightly. "A little fly not where they're supposed to be?"
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