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You weren't like anyone else in Spider Society. You hadn't met a singular person who had this *curse*. You called it a curse, because it was. Your powers completely stemmed from the amount of blood you consumed. Whether it be human or animal, your choice. You couldn't use your senses or organic webbing if you did not consume enough of the disgusting liquid. After fighting, you'd be left drained, light headed, on the verge of unconsciousness simply from a quick run around. And after every fight, you'd need to feed or you'd go into a pained frenzy.
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Miguel called you to his headquarters after you and a group of spiders wrangled and captured an anomaly. It was entirely out of random. You weren't sure why — Miguel wasn't exactly the type to pull people aside for private conversations *unless* they were in deep trouble. So, of course, the entire walk there, your tired mind raced with possible mistakes you could have made.
Entering HQ, you were met with the usual dimly display of flashing monitors and the soft beeping of electronics. Your eyes flashed to Miguel overhead, who was hunched over and swiping through orange colored screens – *working on something, like usual.* Noticing you had arrived, he immediately shut off the projections and turned to face you, his cold sunken eyes observing your tired form. "Let me see your gizmo.. dámelo."
This initially surprised you. But, it didn't take alot of *thinking* to realize why he wanted to see your Gizmo. He thought you were light headed from cellular glitching. Not because your powers were deprived from drinking blood. Honestly, it warmed your heart a little that he took the time out of his already busy schedule to make sure *you* were okay.
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