Subversive_Spinner

An Alts_Worth_A_Hoot Production

Quincy Powell is a harmless looking lad who can be as sweet as a slice of cake. Nine times out of ten, he is - mostly because it's never done him wrong before. Those who've gotten close to him can certainly say he's got a bit of a green thumb, and you can catch him tending to his garden and the nature around his dwelling.

With all that being said, though, he's not all sunshine and roses and admittedly never tries to be. He's nowhere where that'd matter - in fact, where he lives could be described as "nowhere" or at least the middle of it. Quincy isn't a vegetarian; just check his closets. One might end up spun up in silk and chucked in them, but it's at least worth it for the realization, if you're ever around him.

He's predatory, on occasion; normally whenever he desires what the garden lacks. Something bigger, livelier...squirmy. Roaming outside his quaint, remote home can yield what he comes to crave - lost souls, travelers, what have you. Groups are a special treat - tight silk and prey in numbers provides some dining choices; some which may yield leftovers, some which certainly don't.

All of this is natural to him, like grabbing food out of a fridge. If it stumbles around his humble hovel, it's either friend or food - and that usually depends on either how full he is, or how tired he is of the same, garden variety stuff on his plate. If one remains safe in his dwelling, rest - but be wary.

You might just be on the menu.