A kiss is the beginning of cannabalism..

NAME:    narsha NICKNAME:   widow , black widow , queen , beauty  AGE:  technically unknown , guess to be in mid-late 30′s SPECIES:   appears humanoid aracnid     (     hellspawn / shape shifter     )

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MORALITY:   chaotic neutral  RELIGION:    none SINS:  greed / GLUTTONY / sloth / LUST / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chasity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES:  korean , japanese , english 

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BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average   HEIGHT:   5′ 2 ‘ ‘ in human form / close to 10 ‘ in arachnid form SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS:  scar on abdomen / side in human form     (     missing spider limb in arachnid form     ) , scarring in inner left ear     (     injury resulting in deafness of one ear     ) , black eyes / scleras are genetic defect     (     is legally blind     ) , more content noted on her about page . ABILITIES  /  POWERS:   super strength , tough skin , venomous , impenetrable spider silk , regenerative properties .

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FOOD:    cannibal / carnivore / has no restrictions when it comes to meat     (     except ALWAYS SERVE RAW     ) PIZZA TOPPING:   ick! COLOR:   red / black  MUSIC GENRE:   classical MOVIE GENRE:   never been to movies nor owns a tv CURSE WORD:   rarely curses  SCENTS:  blood , nature , rain , dark musky rooms , men , old books / paper

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unexpected words to say the least .     though perhaps it was strange timing , there is not another way she could imagine him being … a time before this .     it is intriguing to her , brimming with this curiosity she extends an outward ease of comfort .     something she is certain he is quite unfamiliar with ,  a hand outstretched to pat an empty seat .‘     how was it so strange ?     ‘     a gentle flick of her head flips long blackened silk away from her neck , she influences him to stay , to humor her and tell a little story about himself .‘     you do not have to share if you’re uncomfortable to do so … i just think … i just think you’re so interesting .     ‘     a faint simper spouts across her plush lips , folding a thick leg o’er the other whilst she lean forward to eagerly give him attention .

a heart that knows naught what it wants , unable to decipher love but know lust .     the words strike a cord , putting her in a position she is rarely in .     speechless in the way she knows not where to begin , how to articulate the type of connection they have .     is it strange that her heart can’t keep a steady rhythm , that her stomach tickles in a way that is not associated with hunger ?

her throat tightens ‘pon hitched breath .     a confused coquettish chuckle rises whilst dainty fingertips dance along exposed collarbone in nervous tick .     ‘     what is what ?     ‘     she breathes , a little color rising to her pallid cheeks .     brows knit in a rather humored sense of bewilderment , lashes fluttering whilst her tongue presses betwixt plush rosy lips .having spent the entire time keeping her atramenous gaze averted from his pretty eyes , she swallows and brushes the silky ribbons spilled o’er her shoulders .

‘     oh , ambrose …     ‘     her words drip a honey sweet , hushed in soft whisper whilst sunkissed cheek is pecked by plush lip .     she only knows loss like an empty stomach starving for its next meal .     unable to feel his remorse , her console comes from her natural predatory instinct to protect what she feels belongs to her .     it is something unhealthy , a feeling she does not understand nor able to grasp .     she likes to think her feelings are not pretend , perhaps something human … if possible .her lithe digits twirl his tight knit curls , whilst a rhythmic thump beat ‘neath the bosom she allows the warlock to rest upon .‘     you mustn’t be fooled , darling .     ‘    she coos , fingers going idle whilst her clever humor only means to produce a faint smile ‘pon his handsome face     ‘     you couldn’t hurt a spider .     ‘     without a doubt , she believes wholeheartedly ambrose had been framed .     lucky for him , she would do anything to clear his name .     ‘     you’re a spellman , no matter what faustus says or does … i believe he will always try to sully your families name .     ‘all this talk is starting to make her a little peckish , though she isn’t fond of eating garbage , father blackwood wouldn’t be the worst thing on the menu .

            “   i’ll   remember   that   for   next   time.   ”   she   purrs,   not   disturbed   by   how   dissatisfied   she   seemed   to   be,   “   it’s   just   so   much   more   fun   to   watch   the   pretty   ones   suffer,   ”   a   wicked   smile   forms   her   lips   in   the   sweetest   way,   “   i   hate   to   disappoint,   but   i’m   sure   it’s   much   more   satisfying   to   bring   a   boy   with   so   much   ego   down   to   where   he   belongs.   ”   a   small   exhale   as   she   takes   in   the   scene   of   the   demise,   “   if   only   those   tender   boys   you   like   so   much   would   obtain   a   high   ego,   we   could   find   our   perfect  middle   ground.   ”

As relaxed as he was he was as attuned as ever. As one grip loosened others tightened–gently, slowly, purposefully. He felt the silken smoothness curl around his arms and legs causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. “I try and give only the best.” He was her doll to be played around with and he’d perform how she saw fit.

“As if I’d ever say no.”

He was pulled along willingly like a dog, a beast, aching for the treat that dangled as droplets from her fingers and lips. And a dog-beast he was as he licked his lips in dire anticipation before one of those soft tendrils slicked away the product of his intense appetite. How she flaunted it in front of him brought him close to a breaking point.

Her words were only half heard, his focus intently trained, instead, upon the faint red that still stained the corners of her mouth. How he’d love to sample straight from the source but second-hand would do and would likely be all the sweeter coming from her lips. Even to lick it from her fingers would be more than enough. Still bound at the wrists he raised his paired hands in an attempt to just touch her face, to get even just a smearing on his fingertips.

“It’s just my nature to make it known exactly what I want.” Less a beast now but the hunger still growled below the surface, a faint shimmering of desperation in his eyes. “If you’d give it to me..” His breathing proceeded to get shallow, a panting almost. Not quite less it seemed. A bastard of a devil brought to begging, oh but to him there was so much to gain.

A soft whimper is his reply to what was already known and he pulls his knees closer towards his chest, a little dramatic effect to fit right into their little game. He rubs his head against her lap and continues to gaze upward with still shining eyes.

Just the tune of her voice is enough to lull him into a feeling of contentment and with those precise fingers trailing over his neck he relaxes again. Even as he starts to feel the pressure against tendons and veins he does nothing except for encouraging it. “Then why not pick the first one you can think of.”