Age at Death: 21
Born in 1160 in the Kingdom of Jerusalem, I was a slave to a merchant and caught in the cross fire during the Crusade. I nearly died, but an mysterious stranger saved me by giving me the Dark Gift. I had traveled throughout Europe since than. Currently reside in London as a modiste.
(NSFW. This is an independent rp account, I am not Nijah, nor Alexandra Daddario)
I can only imagine how the humans will react to seeing large arachnids nesting within the corners of their homes.
When he dropped her, did he shatter any of her bones? If the fall was small, she would recover, but if it was detrimental, for a human, she would need sedatives and proper alignment of bones. It also seems she has taken up with other lovers to whom I do not know, but she may be sewing herself into longer and far more difficult quilts of creatures’ lives.
My friend Jack still shivers every time I mentioned the spider (laugh).
From what I had sense in her head and what she told me, there were bones broken. Hence she could not walk for a few days. And yes, I had sensed she had lovers as well. They were by her side in the hours of need and nursed her back to health.
Will the effects of her broken bones hobble her? I do not recall if there is an agreement to mix blood with her work ethics. I know I saw of her at the human book store while I procured a few tomes. Have you made yourself well known in the fashion industry in Paris?
(smile) I’ve had a small client base in Paris that I established while I was in London. I am not intent to make myself well known just yet.