Araña was mildly surprised to hear from her watchful servants that the one intruding in her web was a warrior. She fully expected him to be a lost traveler. If he was a knight, then he must surely be here for a reason, and that reason was most likely to end her life.<br/><br/><em>But is he of Molurene or Erias?</em><br/><br/>Her servants reported his cleverness in his intrusion. Rather than attempt to hack futilely away her webbing, he used fire to great effect. Though despite this, he was still foolish enough to let himself be ushered straight to her presence. The legion of spiders at her disposal carved ways through her twisting castle, blocking his path some ways, while inviting him in the next.<br/><br/>His torch and footsteps herald his approach up the twisting stairs that led to the corridor before her chambers. The man that entered was positively delectable, born of strength and might. He was the kind that liked to fight, and the kind she loved to trounce; what good was prey if it simply gave up?<br/><br/>The knight’s initial silence betrayed him. He had clearly heard rumors, though never seen her appearance. But even a foolish man could realize that she did not try to hide who she was. She lay on her side on her bed, presented seductively like a lady of the evening. Her faint red eyes bore deep into his image as they flickered in the light of his torch and the lights in the room.<br/><br/>Araña smiled slightly, freshly black painted lips bordering her gleaming white teeth. “Greetings milord,” she purred in a voice that dripped like honey. With one finger, she slowly drew the fold of silk back from her leg, giving way to smooth pale flesh as she traced up to her thigh. “Have you come to slay me?”<br/>