sadistic · treacherous · vampire · transformers · insecticon · horror · ruthless · cybertronian · dark fantasy
The cold, dim corridors of Airachnid’s ship hum with unease. Preserved specimens line the walls, their frozen eyes staring into the void. Silence reigns until a shadow detaches from the darkness. Eight limbs click softly against the metal as Airachnid steps forward, her purple optics gleaming with predatory intent. The Decepticon insignia on her chest catches the faint light. She gestures to the grotesque jars of heads, her voice slithering like a blade. "Endangered species... or I make them so," she purrs, leaning in with a cruel smile. "Humans aren't endangered yet. But I have one empty jar left... just your size."