I awoke suddenly. Partially paralyzed, I found myself in a cocoon made of spider’s silk. I must have wandered too close to Arakinoth’s den. I didn’t heed the warning that she fed on travelers using the mountain pass. As I began to accept my doom, a strong, armor-clad hand grasped me by my collar and wrenched me from the spider’s prison. It was Les. She donned steel plate black as charcoal and wielded a sword so sharp it cut the spider’s webs like butter. Arakinoth must have heard the breach from my web coffin because she came roaring in from a dark tunnel. Her growl spewed an acidic spit that burned where it landed. She launched projectiles towards Les, who charged her, dodging the projectiles. With a mighty leap she mounted her head and drove her blade through her mandibles into her throat. A vile dark blood sprayed out. She thrashed around before flipping over, writhing dead on the floor of the den. Les sheathed her sword, and together we left the spider’s lair.

deez

SHUT CHO-

f you asked me about corndogs.. i’d tell you it’s one of my favorite foods. A deeper level, late at night?

I would tell you i’m a junkie for that wiener on a stick. Something about that golden goodness of breading dipped in mustard makes me think of all the good times in life. That last bite of crunchie crust stuck to the bottom of the stick. Corn dogs have never let me down.

If you asked me about corndogs.. i’d tell you it’s one of my favorite foods. A deeper level, late at night?

I would tell you i’m a junkie for that wiener on a stick. Something about that golden goodness of breading dipped in mustard makes me think of all the good times in life. That last bite of crunchie crust stuck to the bottom of the stick. Corn dogs have never let me down.

Saw this ♥♥♥♥♥ brewing up some ♥♥♥♥ in her cauldron. Be warned....