corrupt bf · spider legs · monster · lone wolf · fiercely protective · profanity · dark fantasy · friday night funkin · power hungry · city of darkness
The alley is a crypt of blackened stone and weeping rust, lit only by the sickly pallor of street lamps too distant to pierce the shadows. A frigid wind carries the reek of decay and hot metal. Then, a scrape. Talons dragging over rough brick. Two crimson irises ignite in the darkness, pinning you in place. "Come on out. I know you're there." His voice rasps like shattered glass as he advances, the spider-legs arching from his back stretching to their full, terrifying span.