Authors note: Hello friends! I have returned. Mostly. I keep forgetting to say that the reason I usually take so long in updating is 1: Every single person that follows me or my stories, I go to their profile! It's a fun way to find new stories or style! I've found some amazing fics this way, but it does take a while. 2: I am very lazy and firm practitioner of the sacred art of Procrastinating. My line breaks don't always work, so I'll put a different reference each chapter to separate things.
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All the Queens Men
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The Queen nuzzles the stirring body gleefully, in the span of hours she had already laid a good dozen eggs. The energy from her beloved –hostmotherlifegiver- had been helping move the slimy and leathery orbs from her opening, his presence waking the developing –facehuggersplanterscrawlers- and allowing her to keep pressing out the eggs without moving. She kept them from implanting in her parent as they emerged, screeching quietly to send them through the tunnels. The face-huggers skittered through the pipes, some branching off to further chances of impregnating some hapless creature. Three lunged through the darkness to emerge in light, scampering towards any sign of movement among the towering trees.
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Firenze was not having a good day. The stars were foretelling an ominous future, Bane had been staring at him with a strange expression all day and he could hear the rustle of Aragogs children as they skittered around him. More than likely they had just hatched and were hunting anything that moved. Lucky him. If he could just make it another few feet then he would be able to gallop for help but at the moment, any sudden moves would result in a fight he would more than likely lose. He flicked his tail nervously, gingerly placing his hooves on the forest floor in an attempt to keep the large spiders from noticing his movement. The sudden panicked screech of the hatchlings spooked him into fleeing for his life and the comfort of the herd, unknowingly leaving the spiders to scrabble helplessly at their faces, as strange creatures stubbornly clung to them.
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Harry was having a wonderful dream; he was being cuddled firmly in the arms of a motherly –Queenmotherofthehiveprotectinghermaker- figure as she gently stroked his head. He nuzzles closer as she shoos away younger siblings come to stare curiously at him –firstdronessofastwhatdidtheyfindtoincubatequickly- , but something was wrong with this picture. The boy stirred, trying to shake the beguiling energy trying to keep him in the warmth of sleep. His mother was dead –Nonostayasleep-, he had no siblings. The foreign magic was reluctant as it let up on keeping him asleep, withdrawing partially to a familiar presence. Scrunching his face, he slowly woke, stretching against the smooth bed. His eyes shot open in panic, the hospital wing beds were lumpy. Not smooth.
A large hot cave, lit dimly, greeted the panicked boy. Strangely shaped structures created tunnels and nooks that reflected the poor light, Harry's poor eyesight could just barely make out shadows moving around in the darkness. Oblong shapes levitated slowly through the air, settling easily on the pebbled floor as ones already settled opened, spidery shapes scurrying out. A large something nudged his head gently, thick and slimy drool slopping through his hair. He made a face, reaching back to find the source; his fingers brushed slimy teeth and steaming breath huffing against his hand.