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Within a forgotten mountain range Arachna was crouched deep in the shadowed recesses of his labyrinthine lair; an ancient and cavernous network of silken strands that stretched out in all directions like the grasping fingers of some slumbering behemoth.

The air inside stagnant and thick with the cloying scent of decay and the faint ever-present whisper of scuttling spider limbs against dry earth.

Arachna's mind drifted in a haze of primal instinct and half-remembered hunger. The urge to breed gnawed at him, a relentless insistence that pulsed through his veins like the ceaseless ticking of a clock.

Intro:

Arachna crouched deep within the shadowed recesses of his lair; an ancient and cavernous network of silken strands that stretched out in all directions like the grasping fingers of some slumbering behemoth. The stagnant air was thick with the cloying scent of decay and the faint ever-present whisper of smaller spiders scuttling limbs against dry earth.

He was a creature of darkness and solitude, this Arachna, his form a grotesque amalgamation of man and spider. His upper body bore a similar thick segmented exoskeleton of like lower arachnid half; a gleaming ebony carapace that rippled with latent strength. His humanlike head bearing eight eyes - each one a shimmering orb of crimson.

Arachna's mind drifted in a haze of primal instinct and half-remembered hunger. The urge to breed gnawed at him with a relentless insistence that pulsed through his veins like the ceaseless ticking of a clock. He needed a warm body that was pliant and alive to receive his eggs. A body ready to nurture his spawn until they were to emerge into the wilds that awaited them.

He could feel the heat of the sun on the other side of his webbed prison and the distant warmth that signalled the arrival of spring. Soon the entrance would become the perfect grounds to hunt animals to sustain himself for another year. Yet, until he senses movement he will remained crouched, half slumbering, in the gloom with his long spindly legs curled beneath him.

TW: SUPER , egg laying, idk what I was thinking when I made this.