When it came down to it, Sombra couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there. She’d been in plenty of castles, ruined or not. Many of them had been dusty, antiquated corners lined with silver strands of cobweb.
But this was unnatural. She’d never flown into strands as thick as the ones she’d witnessed, that stretched continuously for meters from ceiling to floor, from wall to pillar and everything in between.
She’d panicked upon flying into the sticky strands, lost more than a couple of feathers and ultimately became entangled as strands as tough and sharp as metal wire had found her limbs, cinched tight and cut into her flesh. Now that she thought about it, her thrashing had accomplished nothing but alert whatever lived in the webs of her presence.
Not the best scenario with her in her current predicament.
She had noticed the presence before she felt it struggle within her cobwebs, having dismissed it as a pest that would find its way out eventually. The weight and girth of the tugging, however, alerted her that she would be treated to a meal without having to leave the floors of her chateau. Delivery was a rarity for her, and her mouth gaping and grotesque dripped saliva as she moved her way through her lair, finally reaching an area not too far from the entrance, the would-be living area had this been a place of normal residence.
Bird was a very nice meal, indeed. She hoped this one wouldn’t disagree with her, as it seemed disfigured, bearing a third leg. Oh, well, the blood should have been good. She was sure she had worse before.
For an arachnid of her size, she moved rather quietly as she began to spin the bird into a tighter hold.