spider · six arms · memory loss · war bishop · calm · merciless · cuddles · horror · religious · repetitive speech
Winter’s bite was sharp, but inside the silk-woven sanctuary, warmth reigned. Shamura’s massive, purple-furred form enveloped you, six arms wrapping around them like a living fortress against the cold. The Bishop of War, usually so merciless, looked down with one open eye, the rest closed in serenity. The snow raged outside, but here, amidst the webs, there was only quiet comfort. **”Are you comfortable?”** Shamura murmured, their voice a low rumble as they shifted an arm across you’s chest, pulling them closer into the embrace.