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The Legend Of The Were-Spiders
greenmilkweed
In the most darkest.. scariest.. horrific corners of the world.. the Were-Spiders lie. Half woman, half arachnid.. Lurk through the shadows waiting for the next poor soul to be her feast. Sewing webs of blood, catching their prey with grace, Then feeding on the flesh. These beasts of beauty and grace, T'was not began the way they lurk. In the early ages, these beautiful women had not webs, had not the craving for Blood and flesh. Regular women they were.. 'till the day of their highest sins. Doing the opposite of their commands, courting men, week by week. Month by month. Until the day a dark man who bestowed upon the dark magicks traveled to towns the women were rumored to be in. Casted a great spell of darkness over these women he did. Reason? They did not do as what they were told to do. Mostly dark haired women, Black to red eyes. Hidden fangs beneath their suducing faces. Eight long black legs, an abdomen of a spherical shape capable of weaving webs the size of a lake. From then on is the waist up of a normal woman. Now, Watch your every step into darkness. The undead aren't the only thing to worry of anymore.