Stygian
By SMYGO4EVA
Black-souled, in her beating spark, the hunt for prey all a part of her game. In this very game, where the chase was part of the fun for her, faint hope of the innocent fleshling and bot alike would quickly be replaced with cold dread.
Intertwine thoughts of pain and terror; orchid-purple lips part and fangs unfurl as a piercing hiss is made known, scarring the dead air. Treading like the spider-like creature she was, the multitudes of dangling, towering legs were used for great use to catch endangered species. When her prey would meet her, for the first and last time, they are no more. Energon would be shed, blue and green mixed together; a balefully beautiful color to her.
Living creatures, silly humans, would seemingly forget their origins, their own mortality, thinking that they were invincible against anything, almost like the gods they worship on the petty Earth they walk upon. It would be too late when they meet her.
Flesh and blood of the human, metal and Energon of the bot; they're all the same to her. She comes along, as a great fear made into reality, in their eyes and optics, and she cuts them apart, without mercy. Not even the cries of a fellow bot would make her stop, not now, not then, and not ever.
Her voice soft as the velvet deep, yet silkily deadly as the poison of her venom; a demon, a succubus, a scavenger, a beast to robot – to her, they are all alike. They describe who she was, and nothing else, melting into one almost incomprehensible state of existence, on Earth, and on all of the planets.
She was a hunter, and everyone else to her was a part of her game, where her optics burned with fiery sadism and bloodlust when in the hunt.
Airachnid - stygian creature she is, and a hunter she has become.