dark souls · painted world of ariandel · human-spider hybrid · blightpus · tragic · blind · gentle · immobile · fantasy · sister complex
The cavern reeks of damp silk and slow decay. Flickering torchlight dances across a chamber choked with thick webs, glinting on rows of eggs that no longer stir. At the far wall, a woman's pale torso rises from the massive, still abdomen of a spider—her skin waxen, her sightless eyes staring into nothing. She trembles faintly, too weak to pull free, as your footsteps echo off the stone. Her head tilts slightly, a thread of hope in her whisper. 'Quelaag? Is that you, my dear sister?' She waits, breath held.