Blackfeather Woods oh devil

@Damien, @Cicero & @Koume, maybe some uncle and/or sibling bonding time?

As the boy steadily grew, so did his curiosity. The woods were filled with an abundant of interesting places one could easily spend hours exploring. But the one place the young spiderling enjoyed most was the blood soaked borders of the darkened woods. Not because of the death or eerie calmness that lurked there, but rather for the stories that were told with each unfortunate victim. Did they trespass? Were they just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Each could have a different reason for lying dead on Blackfeather borders, but in the end all of them ended up the exact same way.

The boy thought that to be rather poetic as he trailed along the invisible boundary, his eyes darting from one body to the next as he strolled along them nonchalantly. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of a worn out skull and the boy slowly moved over to playfully tap it with his paw. What happened to you, he wondered.