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@bashfulcoffee Submitted: My sister found this (if I'm not mistaken) nursery web spider and her children in a greenhouse. I got her permission to share the picture!
It is indeed a nursery web spider! What a lovely mother and her 700 precious babies. I hope they all live long and happy spider lives :)
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Lichen Marked Noctuid Moth (Pansemna beryllodes), family Noctuidae, NSW, Australia
photographs by David Fischer
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Unidentified mantisfly, Mantispinae, Neuroptera
Photographed in Indonesia by Nicky Bay // Website // Facebook
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Critter of Today is Acorn Weevil
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Mossy portraits, Sweden.
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Death’s head hawkmoth, Acherontia atropos, Sphingidae
Photographed by Matthieu Berroneau
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Himself: Druid, Elf
"Wolf's got to eat. Circle of life and all."
Himself is an elf that was left behind to time. He's spent so many years in the forest that the nuances of human relationships are all but foreign to him. He's, to put it simply, feral.
Himself can be found along the edge of the forest south of DragonShaw, snarling at passers-by in his direwolf form. He has a makeshift shrine deep in the forest, and gods forbid an unlucky adventurer stumbles upon it. He has a deep admiration for Eowyn Valeris, and is not easily swayed from his "simple," "primitive" worship of the various forest spirits. He seems severe and more than a little brash, but is morally upstanding - towards the right group of people, of course.
People who knew him once describe him as wolfish and "tricksy." He has always preferred the movement of lighter armour, or no armour at all, citing the need "to feel the forest's radiance on his skin." He acts a lot more animal than man, at current. Maybe the right group of friends can coax him out of the familiar underbrush and back into civilization.
"You've never prayed like this, toots, trust me."
The wolf paintings of Alfred Von Wierusz-Kowalski
