"A God who is, at least in part, a pixie by species." Venorik clarified at blue\'s seemingly confused questioning. With a flick of his wrist, Venorik gestured to a small statue in a corner of the room. the statue seemed to be even more covered with cobwebs then the rest of the room save the doorway. However, underneath the gossamer white, sat a small figurine of an elfin woman. Her skin was obsidian black, and two small red stones were set for her eyes. Just underneath her breasts, where the curve of her belly should be, the body of a spider billowed gracefully downward, just as smooth and as black as her flesh. Upon her back was a small hourglass shape, as red and glittering as her eyes. In all aspects, elven and spider, she was exquisitely beautiful. Undeniably dangerous, yet beautiful. Small stone spiders were carved around her body, some almost barely discernable for their size, but all carved meticulously, and with care.
Gritting his teeth as Blue moved to make him more comfortbale, Venorik pulled his hand back and almsot glared at the servent. He did not ask to be helped, but then again, once the creature had finished, Venorik could not deny that he did indeed feel more at ease. "Then you can understand why they like me." He replied softly, nodding slightly as he turned his eyes down to his book, somehow able to see it despite the fact that he refused to light a lamp. in fact, there didn\'t seem to be a single candle or window in his room at all save a small, half burned candle in front of the statue.