[FolkMaster]

Even though most of the tribes in the Amazon revered Anansi as the god who taught their ancestors about agriculture, there were some tribes who saw him more of a demon and hunted him for religious sport. When coming across a native out here in the jungle, he could never be sure who was who. If he was lucky, they'd fall on their knees and worship him. If unlucky, well, he'd have the sharp end of a few spears with which to contend. Then, of course, there was the issue of Benji. What to do with the lad? If these were the hostile villagers, there was the strong chance they might cannibalize Benji altogether for his... transgression with the beast. It was a hard call. "Drop everything and get up against that tree," Anansi ordered while also abandoning his armfuls of nesting stuffs. Once the human complied, Anansi pinned Benji's arms against the tree, slid out his mandibles, and spouted webbing all along pale forearms. With Benji secure, though exposed, the spider climbed his way up into the tree and out of sight.

The hunting party soon emerged from the thick brush and it was impossible for them not to notice the Caucasian stranger with a bloated belly stuck to a large mahogany. They all exchanged glances and confused mumbles, before cautiously approaching the young man.