Long ago, a Great War had broken out between five ant kingdoms, known as the Crowned Moon War. Each queen sought to take control of the entire forest and… well… I don’t know, I forgot. Let’s just get into the story.

The gentle thumps of her six legs echoed throughout the dense forest, her long, peach colored hair gently swaying in the soft breeze. A low hum escaped her mouth, as any bugs she came across swiftly scurried away. Not wanting to be anywhere near her--which was to be expected. Bug society didn’t really accept arachnids like her, did they?

She would soon make her way to her destination, a flowing river that rushed through the middle of the forest. The clean, blue waters just at the perfect temperature, shimmering in the sunlight. She moved into the water, enjoying the cool sensation on her dark purple body. A red grin forming on her face, her sharp teeth exposed. She spoke to herself, her voice being smooth as silk.

”How... nice. Reminds me of all the times when my father bathed me.”

As she enjoyed the sensation, a flicker of movement among the trees caught her attention. Her gaze drifting over to where she had seen it, her grin changing into a more curious look. Her mind filled with possibilities about what she had seen--maybe a lost bug, or just a small leaf floating through the breeze, or maybe prey?

”Mm? Someone there?”