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The white wolf steers his axe within the gloomy air of the damp cave, walls plastered with the gooey substance that squished and flexed at the opposing draft that flowed within the subterranean artery. Ace, casts the luminosity of his hybrid musical battleaxe, as his grip firmly pulls tightly at the hilt; reluctantly keeping his composure as his feet squish on the soft bed of sticky residue that carpeted the floor in a tangled mess of adhering strands.
"This couldn't be the way back home," he exclaimed, eyes virtually calm but alert upon every squelching step into the silk he made, constantly plucking his feet from the residue below his heels that restrained him. Trying to ignore it, he continued to guide his way, " I can't stay here any longer, I'm not at any favour to meet whoever made these webs. Just a little further, Ace. You'll be okay. Just stay calm."
Suddenly, as he coursed his way through the entanglement mess of this coastal cavern, his axe swung around a corner and clinged to a nearby curtain of a transparent cobweb. The blade was hot and sharp from the warming of its core, producing the origin of it's radiant glow; but it wasn't enough to burn or slice through the thick webs that stood out as gross as mucus but soft and sturdy as slime covered nylon. The axe was ensnared to the messy filaments, its power and durability keeping a relentless hold, refusing to surrender it's horrifying grip.
"What kind of silk is this? Let go!" What little constitution held this wolf together was beginning to falter. His eyes widened in a bridled rush of adrenaline that carelessly slapped his heart at all axis's.
As he pulled hard against the silk in protest, his axe awkwardly smeared itself with the gloopy texture of the spider web. With one prolonged tug, and gritting teeth, he yanks the axe out of a clump, leaving a viscous strand sticking to the axe head like freshly chewed gum as it stretched from bed of silk. The sickly, churns of sticky threads made gruelling noises of bubbling suction; like the slow mixture of sap slivering down an aged tree.
As he inspected the sound, he came to notice one other revelation in his mind. He was not only deeper into this place. The sound of oozing was coming from behind. If only he knew what was already behind him. What had followed him deeper into the cave. What tailed him with a lust so desired within her scaly heart. Not realising that inches behind laid the the prick of four retractable stingers on four flaccid spinneret knobs, dripping a venomous cocktail, ready to paralyse him without hesitation. He couldn't fully understand that right behind him, those spinnerets were desperately drooling with slimey, gelatinous webbing; its owner salivating in an obsessive stare as she observed her prey from behind the cold, web covered stalactites. His breath huffed a cold breath. Suddenly he wasn't feeling alone any longer.
Valous, the widowbelle stared with thirst in her slitted eyes, her forked tongue tasting the air while she hid like a shy vixen. She remained close, ever since the wolf had accidentally ventured into her domain, her cave within 'Death Shores'. She licked her lips with a sultry smile. If she was aroused, her spinnerets seeping liquified silk and throbbing abdomen were a great indicator of it. Her abdomen being impossibly big, one could ponder how she could navigate a tight cave narrowly and swiftly without making any noise or getting wedged; It was a proud feature she reveled into showing her newfound guests the boastful, round posterior. She chuckled and continued to scale the ceiling, hiding behind her curtains of silk.
Valous, watching as her prey attempted to free his axe, chuckled sweetly, the suspense plaguing her with desperation, she couldn't wait to wrap up this cute little morsal, she could hardly hold in her silk any longer.
She teethed her smile as she softly spoke behind the shadows of her lair, "Poor, poor.... lonely wolf. So lost, so alone in this itsy cove. You're going to be well worth the time. I'm gonna enjoy watching you squirm for me."
The fourth addition Valous and her playground of webs. She can get patient, but the more she follows the better her predatory instincts kick in, not to mention her fantasies getting the best of her. 🕸️😘🕸️
The prey is based of the character Ace by Ace The White Wolf on YouTube. Be sure to check out his profile and the recent Fnaf videos and renders.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / All
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Thank you so much, truly, you are kind to say. I was thinking about a part two. Tho, I sort of like the anthology style posts I make with characters that will come from either different accounts and OCs alike.
Hehe very tantilising. Even for her, she loves the feeling and the sound of her own webs.
Hehe very tantilising. Even for her, she loves the feeling and the sound of her own webs.
She lives in a mystic cave that's surrounded by a fog-like phenomenon known as Death Shores. Its said to move from place to place. But she regenerates like a reptile as well when it comes down to sustaining injuries. She can die, but she also spawns mysteriously after 80 hours
Ah, so even if someone somehow manages to kill her, she'll just come back in about 3-4 days?
Well, I guess you can't keep being a menace if you're dead.
Still, that is quite interesting. Does she possess some type of power that brings her back, or is it something to do with the cave?
Well, I guess you can't keep being a menace if you're dead.
Still, that is quite interesting. Does she possess some type of power that brings her back, or is it something to do with the cave?
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