[center][h2][b][i][color=00FA9A] Tzipporah Rashid [/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[center][b][i] Mentions: [@RedVII] [/i][/b][/center]

[center] Tzipporah chuckled and drew in a breath of startled amusement at her new friend's willingness to see her ability. She appreciated his enthusiasm, as no one in her life before had wanted to see her power, let alone embrace it like this fellow was doing. She suddenly felt. . . accepted and felt a surge of warmth in her chest. Her friend was [i] quite the drinker [/i] she realized as she watched him shotgun the beer he had in his hand. He was quite the character, and it sparked a feeling in her she hadn't felt for a long time. If this was what being a deviant was like, she wanted nothing more. [/center]

[center][color=00FA9A] "You're going to want to stand very still. The more you move, the more they will want to attack you. And it's very hard to call them off once their eyes are set on a target." [/color] She paused a moment and glanced in his direction, making sure he was ready, then closed her eyes and focused on her power. Extending her arm to reveal her wrist bearing the spider tattoo. It always felt so different releasing the spiders, than releasing her leopard. She could feel each coarse, furry leg emerging from her skin until the whole body pulled itself free. The first was always the hardest, the rest came out like water from a spring. [/center] 

[center] She watched as brown tarantulas poured from her skin like her very own blood and began to race towards her new friend. She hoped he would listen to her advice and stand as still as possible and just let the spiders go around him. She sat back down on top of the box she stood on and watched her spiders surge forward. She needed more tattoos. . . and soon. [/center]