To the side of the chaotic, blood soaked battle within the tunnels of the hive, the Spider-woman sat atop an egg sack. Her flowing dress draped over her many legs, hiding them from view, as she sat like some kind of delicate victorian flower that was unbothered by the death and destruction happening all around her.
A coy smile was plastered across her ruby red, pillowy lips. The lips that acted as a diversion to hide the real, monstrous mouth she had beneath and would split her cheeks when it fully opened.
But that smile wasn't a disguise, it was genuinely how she felt. Countless of the attacking insects were frozen around her. They surrounded her like docile pets, some of them even bowing their heads to her like she was their queen.
One of the smaller ones sat next to her, as the Spider-woman gently dragged a monstrous, jagged finger down its back like she was petting a dog instead of a killer insect.
