#arachnanar

[yongguknightwalker]

"Midnight Kiss"

His eyes opened to the sudden weight pressed against him, taken aback by how she managed to creep up on him undetected. The fact that the sun was out and he had been asleep were the only reasons he had to blame, weakened without the darkness to strengthen his limbs. Her lips pressed to his and he was filled with dread, his arms like dead weights at his sides. He couldn’t move if he wanted to, her poison stilling his movement. He wasn’t the type to feel fear, to be encompassed by it, to let his entity be shaken by it. He concluded it must be another part of her poison, but all he could do was lay beneath her, staring up as her form lowered to steal another deadly kiss from his lips. 

The healing properties in his blood worked to counteract the poison quickly, but with her constantly moving her lips against his he wasn’t getting very far. His hand moved to her thigh, and his body ached with the effort. It had been so long since he’d felt what it was like to ache, he almost thought he could thank her, in fact he admired her technique. As much as she transfixed his mind, he couldn’t let himself fall to her wonder. It was unclear whether she was simply toying with him, or if she really was prepping him for a final death, but either way he needed it to stop.

His hand pushed at her thigh, forcing her off of him, brows furrowing with the amount of energy it took just to accomplish such a simple task. “If you wanted in my bed, there are other ways to reach bliss than poisoning me.” He mocked, cheeky until the end of his days. “I wouldn’t mind showing you some other places that are wonderful to kiss.”

[irascxr]

Why wait?

The thread is pulled taut and leaves a lot to the imagination when she is purposefully the cause and reason for why the angel will trip. Three seconds or so and counting as her silk string is coiled from one object across the street to where she hides now in shadows that delude where her actual presence may be. It wasn’t a prank she was playing— it was strategic— it was survival— this was hunting. She wasn’t sure whom or what she would capture, it didn’t matter. She was just sure by smell alone this is what she wanted.

His hands dug inside the depths of his own pockets, light and lazy steps against the wet concrete. Lips pursing as his tongue ran along his bottom lip with a sigh, pulling his hand from the warmth of his pocket to run his nails along the back of his neck as his lips parted to take in a deep heavy yawn that caused his chest to heave. 

Careful steps betraying him, a gasp ripped from his throat as his figure fell forward. The side of his face smacking against the concrete and a loud grunt bubbled from his lips, blinking furiously as he rolled onto his back and his hand resting on his stomach. " What the hell "

[irascxr]

Forget you ever met me.

( ’ His actions were put into a stand still, sizing her up as if he were trying to find someone holding a gun to the back of her head to cause her to speak such venom. The words pierced his ears and caused a subtle wince, eye twitching as a laceration marred his heart. Fire pooling in his chest which caused his breathing to restrict and hitch in the back of his throat, building to a point where he could almost asphyxiate ’ )

           ❝    Are you serious?  ❞

( ’ A laugh spilled from his lips as his head dropped a bit, a smirk broke along the contours of his visage as he ran a palm along the curves of his jaw line, raising his eyes to meet your own though any glint of light had dissipated. ’ ) 

                  ❝     You were nothing more to me than a pass time, anyway ❞

 ( ’ He lied through his teeth but held his face in a stoic expression ’ ) 

[melyria-ia]

Entering upon such grounds the widow decided on leaving a friendly reminder note. A small piece of paper had been rolled up like a scroll and hung down the elf's door from a web. In a feminine handwriting she left a simple message; 'I haven't forgotten you~'

After a long walk in the forest, the night elf came to her dorm to meet the cute note and she could  do no other but to crack up and laugh. It was so obvious who this note was through and she didn’t even had to hang it from the adorable silk web. Chuckling, she mumble some words to herself “Well my knife haven’t forgotten you either… Haha”

arachnanar

[insanitum-archive-blog]

Silken tendrils pour like ribbons curling to the floor, drenched over his shoulder in the light weight manner in which they fall as the widow sinks down from a web above. She could smell him and thus why she enters in the fashion she does. Plush lips licked in the dark by a poisonous tongue, bearing no threat to the man who stands below her as a small sound of chuckling mixed with her breath voices softly.

                                                              Quite surely, there was a sense of amusement in those brilliant orbs that lingered upon his features then. Dark pools that were hidden by locks that lingered over the vicinity of his own features. Blood -- ah yes, the male who was ensnared behind the curtain then, continued with faint hints of amusement along wrinkles that clung to the surface of his own visage. The Hatter -- or rather he was the deranged knight -- leaned against his seat. The chair creaked in disapproval -- no matter how obvious it was, it was merely a small test for the poor furniture then.

Dressed in a sleek suit with the vest holding his chest captive, he continued to linger upon his position before she had slinked into the vicinity of the room. But this was no game for any who lurked into this particular cell -- but instead he continued to sit ever so lazily -- awaiting. And once she had made her appearance -- all eyes lingered upon her very curves.

           A chuckle of his own escapes.

                              "My, my."

And those words had slipped through as a taunt. Hues that darkened

                                                                        "To what, do I owe this pleasure?"

But of course, it was always a pleasure to be hunted instead of the hunter. Especially by one so deliciously enticing.

[yongguknightwalker]

Penumbra ; Narsha & Yongguk

There were plenty of things that were beyond Yongguk's knowledge, but when it came to people and creatures he thought it his obligation to find out what he could. It all came down to how he ran himself and his previous clan, due to their nature as assassins, he prided himself in knowing all there was to know about his surroundings, especially things that could get in his way. When he'd come across the unusual aura, intrigue had engulfed his being and he'd set out to know exactly what could emit such a subtly terrifying wave of power. Since then, he'd steadily become more and more curious. His free nights away from hunting and caring for his fledglings had been spent tracking the enigma of a woman who held two forms.

He'd kept himself at a distance, it wasn't as if he had plans to interfere with her living routine, nor did he care to engage the woman when he wasn't sure of her temperament or her power. It was meant to be observation only, but after months of reconnaissance his curiosity got the better of him. He'd become quite infatuated with her habits and mannerisms, and the urge to get closer to contact had led him awry from his original plans. Not many things surprised him, but even now he wasn't exactly sure what the secluded woman was. Venturing closer eve by eve, he eventually wandered into one of her traps, getting himself stuck in her web.

Cursing softly, he tried to cut himself loose without causing too much of a disturbance, able to guess at exactly what she was now. His eyes darted around the darkness, searching for where she might approach him from. As gentle as he tried to make his escape, there was no doubt she would have clued into his presence, his nails working against the durable wire of her web. Yongguk was sure of himself and his abilities, but he wasn't sure of her and the thought had him wary that she might not take too kindly to him being there at all. 

[manato-ia]

The widow crawled in, a small clicking of her tongue as a swipe licked across her upper lip. It was hard to stay away from past meals when they smelled so damn good. "Hello Manato." she tilted her head with an odd twitch to her neck. Bright blackened orbs just glowing with playfulness. She plopped down with a cheeky grin and relaxed in a seat at the foot of his bed.

He had smelled her before he saw her, her scent unique seeing that she was the only arachna he knew. “Hello Narsha. How have you been?” He asked as she entered hi room through hi open window and went to sit at the foot of his bed. He had just finished dressing when he had smelled her and was now making his way to the mini-fridge he had in his room.

[mranxn-blog]

Veins: What gives you the biggest adrenaline rush?

Veins: What gives you the biggest adrenaline rush?

Placing me in a situation that I cannot turn back so easily. Being push to do something without my consent would easily jeopardize my comfort zone and later triggers my adrenaline. Besides that, I guess too much coffee and energy drink?