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The spiders swiftly do as they are asked, by each who asks them, the five splitting apart to hasten the tasks they’ve been assigned by the much larger, and more capable, equines. The two males dart away to help Syrena build the web she asks for, while two females quickly set to making the foal’s designs a reality. The last spins sticky strands onto offered sticks, while magic singes and cinnamon stench herds their prey towards the clever traps set by the horses. Within moments, hundreds of the succulent morsels are singed, trapped, or lured, but the prizes are not without their cost.
Syrena, of course, is right. The ants know they are being attacked, and respond as just about any community of soldiers under assault would: with violence. Surging up out of the ant hill in a toiling river of black, shiny anger, the ants march towards the Helovians with vicious intent.
Sweeping past the annoying blue jay kicking at their entryway (many, many others are coming, who can quickly do away with such a small creature), they also ignore the bumbling man with satchels, and his sticky stick, in favor of the smaller horses nearby. The others who have gathered to help the spiders, however, are not so fortunate, and the writhing black mass of ants parting into groups of various sizes, some mere dozens, others hundreds, seeking out each of their victims with hive-mind precision.
The boy who questions the spiders is quickly besieged, the ants taking his stillness for weakness, before the dangling siblings have a chance to answer his simply. Though it might be obvious now, the spiders gesture to the multitudes crawling up the colt’s legs, with wild exclamations, and cheers in favor of the victory of the ant gatherers.
"That’s why!" is the most clear explanation Patrick will get, the siblings quickly bustling up their translucent tethers into the safety of the canopy above, "what chance would we have, hungry and small as we are?"
The unicorn colt is not the only child victim, however, as Zubari, Maude, and Esinakh are among the least fortunate in those who have gathered to save the spiders from starvation. Hundreds of the black devils wash over their small bodies, biting and sending painful toxins coursing through their veins, with more and more soldiers still pouring from the mound, the insects seemingly unbothered by the smell of the cinnamon or wet walls of clay in the midst of the rancor.
Volterra’s arachnid golems seem to have done the trick in steering the ants away for the most part, perhaps part of why so many angle their angry intentions towards the children, rather than the adults. Among a smaller armada, the attacking ants run up the Indominable’s legs, and assault, also, the unusual stallion who’d scooped them up with some peculiar bronze creation in the process.
The crushed ants and honeysuckle serve both Yael and Syrena pretty well, considering the fate of some of those around them. Lured by the decoy smells, some of the warriors teeming towards them are redirected to the flowers and corpses of their fellows. Not so far away, however, nothing stands between the multitudes of ants and Toulouse and Alysanne, who are among those who quickly find themselves besieged by tiny, biting minions.
[ Oh no! The ants are really, really mad, and the spiders have run away!
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The ants do not attack Astarot or Dragomir.
A small number of ants attack Patrick, Ru’in, Syrena, Volterra, and Yael.
Large amounts of ants swarm Esinakh, Alysanne, Zubari, Toulouse, and Maude.
@Patrick, please choose one magic or the other and amend your first post to include only that magic! ]
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[DROP] The Greedy and the Needy [EARTH MAGIC DROP]
