raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-06 10:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: raisedbymoogles, f: beast wars, november 06, p: blackarachnia/silverbolt |
Hunting the Hunter, Beast Wars (Blackarachnia/Silverbolt)
Title: Hunting the Hunter
Author: raisedbymoogles
Rating: PG
Warnings: Arachnophobes, steer clear.
Prompt: Beast Wars - Blackarachnia/Silverbolt - hunting/stalking - "I tried to warn you about me, Rover, but you just wouldn't listen."
Word count: 460
Summary: Silverbolt does what he does. So does Blackarachnia.
She left signs sometimes, his beloved, when she traveled by forest: a bent blade of grass, a fallen leaf, things that would be meaningless to even the greatest hunters and would have been for Silverbolt, too, were he not so intimate with his quarry. That bent blade, in a larger tapestry of scent and shadow, became a signpost as obvious as the brightest star in the sky: his Venus.
He followed the signs in beast mode and on foot, intoxicated and half dreaming. He would meet her, perhaps tempt her away from whatever unsavory errand Megatron had thrust upon her shoulders and spend the day on a different kind of hunt. Sometimes, when she smiled at him, he knew he could see the goodness she hid deep inside herself. It was never more than a glimpse, swiftly hidden by a cutting remark or a cold gesture or sometimes pain, but if he minded that he would have ceased his suit long ago. Silverbolt paused, taking in the scent of scraped bark on a tree and crushed moss under his feet, then padded on, and overhead the trees whispered their secrets all unheard.
The winged wolf threaded through a copse and paused, scenting the air. The signs were fresher now, smelling sharp and green and full of promise, but there was still no sign of his quarry. Ears pricked to catch every sound, Silverbolt took a step forward.
The world went snap-thrumm and flipped upside down, and Silverbolt let out a canine yelp. His wingtips fluttered helplessly against the grasping threads of the web, too huge to be natural and shot through with blue witchlight. Silverbolt tried not to struggle, for he had become wise in the ways of webs and knew that frantic movement only served to entangle one further.
When his captor descended on a glowing blue thread, he wondered if that wasn't what he wanted after all. "But how could you know I was following you?" he asked plaintively.
The spider chuckled, picking her way delicately over the web to stand over him. "Like you could track me if I didn't want you to, Bowser."
Tilting his head back, Silverbolt sighed. "I was in your web from the beginning then." The thought was not all unpleasant.
"All too easy." Blackarachnia purred over him, her body settling into the fur of his belly as she caressed his throat with pedipalps and fangs. "I did try to warn you about me, you know."
Ah, there it was - concern for his well-being, that glimmer of goodness Silverbolt couldn't help but chase. "Yes, dark lady, but I wouldn't listen."
Blackarachnia bit into him then, and Silverbolt forgot all about light and darkness as she consumed him in a rush of heat.