Teskith

Eight faceted balls of brilliant green, set over a human jaw and mouth, the whole covered in stiff pink bristles at least six inches long, thrust their way into Tarva's line of sight. She screamed.  The bizarre face over her jerked back, bristles quivering and the faceted eyes shimmering with a petro-slick of colors.  "Well her mind is intact," said the other person, the one with the rough voice. "And her reflexes. Do leave her alone. You know better than to surprise the baselines like that."  The mutant face pulled back. "I only wish to help. I do not like having to hide from those I am trying to help."  Tarva tried to turn her head to watch the spider-person and found herself in for another surprise. She swallowed another scream. She'd already embarrassed herself enough.  The head was attached to a bulb shaped ball of bristles in pink and pale orange. Legs came off the body to either side, covered more stiff fur and ending somewhere out of sight. Tarva counted. Six legs. But if it was a spider, a fucking huge one at that, where were the other two?  The creature turned and reached out towards something Tarva couldn't see. She nearly threw up in her mouth. Two arms, human and pink skinned, were attached to the thing just past where the head met the body. They were long for human arms, but looked stunted and out of proportion to the legs and body big enough to put a toddler on and give pony rides to*. Or spider rides? 