Genevive is a very odd individual. He has a very strong interest for spiders, some would even consider it a little obsessive. He has read all there needs to know about spiders; their species, mating habits, habitats, hunting moves- all of it! Though he found out about a very special species which drove him further down the rabbit hole.. Humanoid spiders. That peaked his interest and has been his main focus since he was a teenager.

His interest as an adolescent has only flourished. As of now, he was roaming the depths of the very forest that was rumored to harness such a specimen in the wild. The Azarath Forest. It was supposedly their main source.

Genevieve let out a snicker as he began to trudge through the thick vegetation, his excitement growing at the thought of possibly being able to come in contact with one- when he plunged into something.. sticky. It clung to his clothes tightly, causing him to stay put.

“Ack! What the hell-?”

not only had he found what he was looking for, he became one of the very insects caught in it’s web.