Blackwater Islands spider

Isangrim wasn’t brought into the world with fanfare. Not confetti, or explosions, or explosions of confetti, or even explosions of spiders like he’d very specifically wanted.

No. He just slid out, on the heels of Morgra, as if grabbing for them, chasing her out of the womb as he’d no doubt chase after her in life. Nope, he didn’t get his spiders.

He would rather have enjoyed a refund, actually. This? This was bullshit, and he attempted to call for a manager to rectify his situation, the barbarism of there being no spiders, the-

And then the teat touched his gaping, squealing maw, and instinct rode out what little there was in his tiny skull as he fed, then dropped into sleep.