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It's remarkable how easy life gets when you harbour a power so deep and daunting that even the fearless become engulfed by it's paralytic embrace. How the single snap of a finger can cause many if not all pawns to run for the back line, exposing the king and his weak willed attempts at defending the point. The way life gets easier as nothing that's alive can stop you, do anything to prevent you from reaching your ultimate goal. It's almost insulting. People bend so easily if you just know the ways to pressure them or sing to their chorus, a trait she was blessed with from long ago and never lessened in terms of utility. Her amber eyes burned in anticipation right after she had managed to even further tighten the hold she had over one of her puppets. Walking back from the arrangement right after the situation was almost blown to bits thanks to the unlikely factor of four girls. It's interesting thing about power, as soon as you have it, you start to notice how little it actually changes things. She, with her power, intelligence and will, was defeated overnight. How could things have turned so interesting in such little time. She smiled a stunning smile as she made her way through the streets, thinking to herself how she would have to make note of the fortune she was blessed with.

Cinder Fall, walking on her heels with confidence and not a single care in the world, felt everything was going accordingly and had only lost one pawn at the stunning loss. Something she was well aware of how good it befell her cause. Plus, as much as he was all talk and no gain, her associate would fair well in prison. Smooth talking had to be his Semblance, along with horrible choice of one liners. All that remained after enlisting steps to bring one of her key players into the game, was to reassure she had all strings at hand. And one string in particular was a tough one. Over time he had become very skilled in doing his job and yet managing to underplay himself. Almost as if he was waiting for a perfect opportunity to strike. So she had arranged a meeting with the individual, always backed up by his Lieutenant that barely said a word to her. The plan was simple, first she had already met with the stoic and massive hunk of worker force that was the Lieutenant, who offered the location of the real 'top dog' of the organization, which was where she was supposed to meet up with him. She had dealt with him before and he had proven exceptionally difficult to control, but she had managed. And even though he obeyed, he kept thinking. And she was concerned his thinking would come to a blows. As useful a Rook as he was, he was only a Rook. And as she had demonstrated before, Queen takes Rook easily.

The room she walked into was barely lit. A single light bulb would give of a strange orange glow as it showed one table and a briefcase. She halted her stride, a feeling of eyes on her back sundered through her, being watched wasn't something she liked. Especially if the owner of those eyes were many and she couldn't see them, possibly being a threat. And yet, she didn't really care for that. She had the power to rival those all-powerful. What quarrel has an ant with the heel that impales it? She huffed and focused her glowing eyes on the briefcase. Where was her associate? He was late, and why was this case here? She made her way towards the desk, walking through lines of dusty chords spun from the furniture nearby. She shook her head, the feeling of the lines on her bare legs were infuriating, her associate may be in charge of a band of animals, but this was even a new low for him. She would bring it up and urge him to better his ways, after all, the leader of an organization as big as this one, should have some decency to him after all.
Cinder's hands rotated the briefcase, it was locked by two simple click locks, which she snapped loose with the push of her thumbs. The hood popped up a bit, creaking as she opened it gently. The contents were pretty odd, as nothing but empty space greeted her eyes. She was utterly disappointed at this farce and would surely change words with the fool she had theorized was setting her up. Cinder turned on her heels and snapped her fingers. A massive flame sprung from her skin and gave of an even better light then the poor bulb. She could see insignias on the walls she had never seen before, unlike the wolf picture with the three claws over it, she was met with a more sinister thing. Eight eyes staring at her surrounded by a violet circle, Cinder couldn't figure out for the life of her who had a symbol like this. No one ever detailed anything resembling this either. As if she had walked into a dream perhaps.
At this stage, the trap she was lead into, sprung from it's joints. The burning flame in her hand had given of a unique heat that began acting up with the light bulb. The orange of Cinder's fire would radiate and give of it's heat which in turn began altering the light. It's glow became more ominous, shifting into the green spectrum before flashing in the same violet that the symbol of the walls was made up of. This violet, unbeknown to Cinder, was a beacon of alarming fashion to not several, but hundreds of eyes spying on her. The light was a call to arms made by the very creatures designed to hunt anything that is stronger then itself. From the symbols, tiny shaped bodies were hidden from view and gazed upon their target with reborn interest. Laying dormant from the days they were placed here and now activated by the colour violet that signaled their instincts. From above Cinder, still drawn to the symbol, dozens of small spiders in a violet exoskeleton leapt from their hiding spots like daring base jumpers, leaving a fine trail of silk behind them as they dived through the air and spun themselves in a spiral around the woman of power. Cinder noticed something soft cradling up against her arms, neck and legs, instantly registering the threat. Her hands shot up and began producing fire hazes to defend herself. Yet the dust she had walked through, wasn't dust. As she tried to move into her attack pattern to fend of the spiders that seemed to come form everywhere now, she felt her ankles jolt and shock, before a whip crack alerted her of the danger. As the webs around her all snapped loose and tangled her up, covering her arms and pinning them against her side as she's awkwardly held in a tilted stance. Her feet and heels still, but barely, standing on the floor, her body suspended diagonally in the air, like that well known pop idol's swing, with her face facing the floor. At this time, Cinder tried summoning her more diverse power, her eyes already flaring up as her skin began burning through the silk. Yet, while she was focusing on the flames to liberate her from this trap, she failed to register how several of the spiders roamed over her shoulders, honing in on the still exposed skin of her neck. That's when several tiny fangs began biting her and dosing her with a paralytic venom. Shutting down her Semblance, laying waste to her motion skills and simply nullifying her attempts at escape. Cinder's eyes began to get drowsy, as the flare of power was extinguished by a feeling of numbness that caught her muscles. She could feel everything happen, she just couldn't move. She was trapped in her own body as a prison, with a silken dress being woven round her to further catch and lock her up.

That's when the most humbling experience began, as her army of tailors began fashioning her a dress of their finest silk, several of them marching their way over their caught prey. Her hands were lassoed and pulled into position, an odd feeling indeed having small silken lines through her fingers and heaving them to the side, while others began making a custom ribbon to trap her arms. To Cinder self, it felt as though she could feel thousands, millions, of those silken threads were pulled and weaved around her. Yet in truth, it wasn't even necessary. The bite of these spiders was strong enough to knock down anyone for days. And should she become any close to breaking free from the poison, a couple more specialized workers would walk over her lips. Imagine how that feels, these hairy violet critters walking over your face and you can't do a single thing about it. Now also add in that they leave a violet coloured trail, almost like thick lipstick, over her lips and all you could do was scream internally. No matter how hard you try, nothing moves, nothing gives. She could only endure. However, this does indicate to the more sinister intentions, Cinder could feel hundreds of things, while only a few was happening to her. Her nerves were on high alert and in overdrive. But in the end, only a small set of silk would bind her ankles, a single ribbon entrapped her arms and that's all. Yes, she was supported by thousands of support-lines that stuck to her, but they were like dusty nothings. Barely visible in the light of violet. Cinder could feel the liquid drip from her lips as the 'cocoon' held her closer then any lover had ever hugged his beloved significant other. Except when there was a weight shift as she was pulled back up, or rather having a crescent moon shape, her head and chest up straight, her middle pulled a bit forward and her lower legs pulled in a forty five degree angle, the tip of her high heels an inch above the floor. Those support-lines were very strong, considering they could alter her position with a few strong heaves, even holding her shoes on. Yet that didn't last for long, Cider could feel it! The spikes of her heels were wrapped up in silk, her heels slowly being pulled together. Cinder tried her hardest to keep her toes crunched so her shoes would pop off as several spiders pulled in tandem with one another. Yet as much as she tried, the pop and then glassy drop of her shoes being discarded on the ground, were all she could harvest from her laybour. The ankle bracelet not even jingling as she felt her mind kick and resist, but her body never got the notice.

This wasn't the end of the humility she was forced into, as she could feel the spiders walk over the silky soles of her divine feet. As much as she tried, and impressed at how it worked, she could feel the hairy paws stroke and caress her soles as well as several lines of silk being flossed between her toes. Cinder could feel a warmth in her belly that hasn't been there in a long time. The feeling of fresh, pure and unanswered laughter boiling up. She figured this wouldn't be up to the surface as her entire body was completely paralyzed, yet as the laughter reached her lips, she could here her once sinister and cold voice become warm and gentle. The liquid making her lips and vocals controllable to some extend. She was just able to express this one emotion she wasn't even aware of she had in her. With her feet completely at the mercy of the tickling spiders, Cinder could do little more then sing in a tone as sweet that it was like honey to the ears. A soft texture and a lasting aroma of arias. Her cheeks and face becoming nothing more then a gentle expression of long forgotten joy, which was forced upon her.

There she was, the one who was all powerful, being reduced to nothing more then a giggling mess as tiny bristles danced on her feet. Her entire body 'cocooned', in her own words and senses, in a dress that felt like a hug from a lover, her bare feet being tickled beyond her own memory, humbling it was to say the least. For once, the great Cinder had a submissive posture, forced in a situation she would never walk into herself. This was the second situation she could recall in which she hadn't been on top, yet the previous one she had gained a new ace to even the playing field. Millions of thoughts crossed her mind, had she been set up was the first question. That seemed unlikely as her associates she was dealing with weren't the brightest. Not compared to her anyway. The second one was how anyone could have tracked her. Not even the old man was able to chase her down, she had covered her tracks like she lived her life, all in complete control. Her thoughts were broken by a new wave of spiders addressing the tickling of her feet. The weavers of silk between her toes had stopped, similar to flossing feathers between your toes, and had begun snipping away the cobwebs at the base of every toe. Dozens of tiny fangs all gently nibbling the tender flesh, no feeling she had ever had was even remotely close to what this did to her. Each snip, each fang lightly scraping against her nerves, sent a shock of ticklish agony through her. As if tiny electrical shocks were administrated and caused her nerves to register them as tickles instead of pain. It was ironic actually, she who thought she was unstoppable, stopped by something as childish as these spiders tickling her.

Adding to her torment, as all the previous was also happening, others were poking their paws in and around the soles they had so expertly caught. The Aura in particular being exceptionally delicious for the spiders. Unbeknown to Cinder, they were drawn to powerful Aura and spirits, seasoning them up with laughter to make it all the more sweet. Like fine wine over a delicious and expertly cooked piece of meat. Through the Aura of previous victims, these spiders could create a specific venom that, once injected in a body that has Aura, makes the body paralyzed, while keeping brain activity and laughter going. The laughter is needed for a good intake of the nutrients in the Aura. As for the intake of Aura, the webs are able to absorb Aura. So when they are filled, they become Violet and are eaten by the spiders. However, this weakens the structure and could potentially break the victim free. So they were careful enough ONLY to apply it to the feet. The liquid venom on the lips was tactically reapplied to keep the victim paralyzed until feeding is done. And once that's over, the victim usually never lasts very long. As strong as Cinder was, it wouldn't take more then three meals for her to finally succumb to the Aura drain. So the clock was ticking and all she could do was laugh at the danger of her situation. Danger she was unaware that it existed.

And suddenly, the spiders stopped. Cinder couldn't see, but her sense and Aura was still aware of things around her. She could feel the spiders withdraw, the tickling lessening and becoming absent. Until naturally the second wave of spiders began crawling back onto her skin, even attacking her neck with their poking paws and weaving their silky lines like feathers. Cinder could even swear there were more then the first! Her laughter became more and more intense as the volume increased for every one paw added onto her torment. And as the spiders seemed to multiply on the spot, Cinder's cheeks became red with intensified laughter. She couldn't think anymore, her stature in the social ladder blurred as well as the idea she'd ever get out of this. The previous 'feeding process' lasted way to long and this one carried out until the end of forever. All the while, weaving and nibbling spiders turned her into nothing more then their personal toy. In a way this was cruel irony. Having put others through this same very process of utter submission, it was humbling and an enrichment for her. She'd adapt this torture in her own style if she ever escaped. Nothing in the world could save her now. Her Aura being drained and her body beginning to tire. Both from tickling as well as the draining effect.

And just like that, a flash of bright red slashed in front of her and liberated her from her situation. She couldn't move, her muscles to tired and still heavy from the toxins in her blood. Yet as the feeling of torture slipped away from her, like warmth from a hot bath that she slowly lowered herself into, the 'dress' of silk was sliced by blinding speed. Her eyes couldn't figure out who it was, a blur of red and black, but whomever it was, he or she saved her life. Cinder then passed out and thanks to the poison, forgot everything that happened.

Several yards away, a figure as tall as a door simply glared. Saddened by the failed attempt. As the wind blew past himself, the fact that he had failed was even better shoved up in his face by his leader. He could hear his breath as the slightly more slender and shorter man stepped next to him. His voice, deep and calculating, make things clear.

'You considered the drawback of your stupid plan?'
'I almost ended the suffering of...'
'You increased it. Thankfully, the Violet Muffet spiders have amnesia inducing venom. It's for the better we reset and try to play as if nothing happened...
'Why won't you allow me to...'
'Lieutenant, this is why I'm above you. I think ahead. Let me deal with her in due time'
'As you wish...'

Only one left!
This time we have the beautiful and sexy Cinder Fall in a situation she's not accustomed to: being helplessly laughing!

Cinder Fall and all of the characters mentioned in the story are copyrighted bu Rooster Teeth.

Fun facts:
-This was probably the character I wanted to draw the most from the bundle, which means I enjoyed drawing this.
-I'm a bad person who accepts commissions. It's a golden rule that client is always right. But instead I discussed with DarkShaquille. Why? Because he originally wanted Cinder to be wrapped up completely on a coccon so that only her feet and mouth where visible. Imagine my dissapointment! I wanted to draw her so badly and I'm asked not to make her visible/recogniseable? Good thing DS is a nice understanding fellow
-Something about Cinder makes me think... (Play music for thinking in the background www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUs8FE… )
Dresses in red? Check
Uses a bow? Check
Has dual swords? Check
People die when she kills them? Check
Archer? Do you have anything to say about Cinder? vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/t…
-Did you like the close-up for the close-up. Inception! We need to get closer!
-Feels strange to have done a picture about a character whose voice actress I had the chance to meet. That's right, I saw Jessica Nigri at an Spanish convention, she was really nice and agreed on having a picture with me. I wonder if she would have thought again should she knew that Spanish guy would end up drawing this?

Description
...it's about making them laugh.

Previous: WCNCA 03 - Tasty Treat
Next: fav.me/d9rbuzr

Disclaimer: The following story was written by

It's remarkable how easy life gets when you harbour a power so deep and daunting that even the fearless become engulfed by it's paralytic embrace. How the single snap of a finger can cause many if not all pawns to run for the back line, exposing the king and his weak willed attempts at defending the point. The way life gets easier as nothing that's alive can stop you, do anything to prevent you from reaching your ultimate goal. It's almost insulting. People bend so easily if you just know the ways to pressure them or sing to their chorus, a trait she was blessed with from long ago and never lessened in terms of utility. Her amber eyes burned in anticipation right after she had managed to even further tighten the hold she had over one of her puppets. Walking back from the arrangement right after the situation was almost blown to bits thanks to the unlikely factor of four girls. It's interesting thing about power, as soon as you have it, you start to notice how little it actually changes things. She, with her power, intelligence and will, was defeated overnight. How could things have turned so interesting in such little time. She smiled a stunning smile as she made her way through the streets, thinking to herself how she would have to make note of the fortune she was blessed with.

Cinder Fall, walking on her heels with confidence and not a single care in the world, felt everything was going accordingly and had only lost one pawn at the stunning loss. Something she was well aware of how good it befell her cause. Plus, as much as he was all talk and no gain, her associate would fair well in prison. Smooth talking had to be his Semblance, along with horrible choice of one liners. All that remained after enlisting steps to bring one of her key players into the game, was to reassure she had all strings at hand. And one string in particular was a tough one. Over time he had become very skilled in doing his job and yet managing to underplay himself. Almost as if he was waiting for a perfect opportunity to strike. So she had arranged a meeting with the individual, always backed up by his Lieutenant that barely said a word to her. The plan was simple, first she had already met with the stoic and massive hunk of worker force that was the Lieutenant, who offered the location of the real 'top dog' of the organization, which was where she was supposed to meet up with him. She had dealt with him before and he had proven exceptionally difficult to control, but she had managed. And even though he obeyed, he kept thinking. And she was concerned his thinking would come to a blows. As useful a Rook as he was, he was only a Rook. And as she had demonstrated before, Queen takes Rook easily.

The room she walked into was barely lit. A single light bulb would give of a strange orange glow as it showed one table and a briefcase. She halted her stride, a feeling of eyes on her back sundered through her, being watched wasn't something she liked. Especially if the owner of those eyes were many and she couldn't see them, possibly being a threat. And yet, she didn't really care for that. She had the power to rival those all-powerful. What quarrel has an ant with the heel that impales it? She huffed and focused her glowing eyes on the briefcase. Where was her associate? He was late, and why was this case here? She made her way towards the desk, walking through lines of dusty chords spun from the furniture nearby. She shook her head, the feeling of the lines on her bare legs were infuriating, her associate may be in charge of a band of animals, but this was even a new low for him. She would bring it up and urge him to better his ways, after all, the leader of an organization as big as this one, should have some decency to him after all.
Cinder's hands rotated the briefcase, it was locked by two simple click locks, which she snapped loose with the push of her thumbs. The hood popped up a bit, creaking as she opened it gently. The contents were pretty odd, as nothing but empty space greeted her eyes. She was utterly disappointed at this farce and would surely change words with the fool she had theorized was setting her up. Cinder turned on her heels and snapped her fingers. A massive flame sprung from her skin and gave of an even better light then the poor bulb. She could see insignias on the walls she had never seen before, unlike the wolf picture with the three claws over it, she was met with a more sinister thing. Eight eyes staring at her surrounded by a violet circle, Cinder couldn't figure out for the life of her who had a symbol like this. No one ever detailed anything resembling this either. As if she had walked into a dream perhaps.
At this stage, the trap she was lead into, sprung from it's joints. The burning flame in her hand had given of a unique heat that began acting up with the light bulb. The orange of Cinder's fire would radiate and give of it's heat which in turn began altering the light. It's glow became more ominous, shifting into the green spectrum before flashing in the same violet that the symbol of the walls was made up of. This violet, unbeknown to Cinder, was a beacon of alarming fashion to not several, but hundreds of eyes spying on her. The light was a call to arms made by the very creatures designed to hunt anything that is stronger then itself. From the symbols, tiny shaped bodies were hidden from view and gazed upon their target with reborn interest. Laying dormant from the days they were placed here and now activated by the colour violet that signaled their instincts. From above Cinder, still drawn to the symbol, dozens of small spiders in a violet exoskeleton leapt from their hiding spots like daring base jumpers, leaving a fine trail of silk behind them as they dived through the air and spun themselves in a spiral around the woman of power. Cinder noticed something soft cradling up against her arms, neck and legs, instantly registering the threat. Her hands shot up and began producing fire hazes to defend herself. Yet the dust she had walked through, wasn't dust. As she tried to move into her attack pattern to fend of the spiders that seemed to come form everywhere now, she felt her ankles jolt and shock, before a whip crack alerted her of the danger. As the webs around her all snapped loose and tangled her up, covering her arms and pinning them against her side as she's awkwardly held in a tilted stance. Her feet and heels still, but barely, standing on the floor, her body suspended diagonally in the air, like that well known pop idol's swing, with her face facing the floor. At this time, Cinder tried summoning her more diverse power, her eyes already flaring up as her skin began burning through the silk. Yet, while she was focusing on the flames to liberate her from this trap, she failed to register how several of the spiders roamed over her shoulders, honing in on the still exposed skin of her neck. That's when several tiny fangs began biting her and dosing her with a paralytic venom. Shutting down her Semblance, laying waste to her motion skills and simply nullifying her attempts at escape. Cinder's eyes began to get drowsy, as the flare of power was extinguished by a feeling of numbness that caught her muscles. She could feel everything happen, she just couldn't move. She was trapped in her own body as a prison, with a silken dress being woven round her to further catch and lock her up.

That's when the most humbling experience began, as her army of tailors began fashioning her a dress of their finest silk, several of them marching their way over their caught prey. Her hands were lassoed and pulled into position, an odd feeling indeed having small silken lines through her fingers and heaving them to the side, while others began making a custom ribbon to trap her arms. To Cinder self, it felt as though she could feel thousands, millions, of those silken threads were pulled and weaved around her. Yet in truth, it wasn't even necessary. The bite of these spiders was strong enough to knock down anyone for days. And should she become any close to breaking free from the poison, a couple more specialized workers would walk over her lips. Imagine how that feels, these hairy violet critters walking over your face and you can't do a single thing about it. Now also add in that they leave a violet coloured trail, almost like thick lipstick, over her lips and all you could do was scream internally. No matter how hard you try, nothing moves, nothing gives. She could only endure. However, this does indicate to the more sinister intentions, Cinder could feel hundreds of things, while only a few was happening to her. Her nerves were on high alert and in overdrive. But in the end, only a small set of silk would bind her ankles, a single ribbon entrapped her arms and that's all. Yes, she was supported by thousands of support-lines that stuck to her, but they were like dusty nothings. Barely visible in the light of violet. Cinder could feel the liquid drip from her lips as the 'cocoon' held her closer then any lover had ever hugged his beloved significant other. Except when there was a weight shift as she was pulled back up, or rather having a crescent moon shape, her head and chest up straight, her middle pulled a bit forward and her lower legs pulled in a forty five degree angle, the tip of her high heels an inch above the floor. Those support-lines were very strong, considering they could alter her position with a few strong heaves, even holding her shoes on. Yet that didn't last for long, Cider could feel it! The spikes of her heels were wrapped up in silk, her heels slowly being pulled together. Cinder tried her hardest to keep her toes crunched so her shoes would pop off as several spiders pulled in tandem with one another. Yet as much as she tried, the pop and then glassy drop of her shoes being discarded on the ground, were all she could harvest from her laybour. The ankle bracelet not even jingling as she felt her mind kick and resist, but her body never got the notice.

This wasn't the end of the humility she was forced into, as she could feel the spiders walk over the silky soles of her divine feet. As much as she tried, and impressed at how it worked, she could feel the hairy paws stroke and caress her soles as well as several lines of silk being flossed between her toes. Cinder could feel a warmth in her belly that hasn't been there in a long time. The feeling of fresh, pure and unanswered laughter boiling up. She figured this wouldn't be up to the surface as her entire body was completely paralyzed, yet as the laughter reached her lips, she could here her once sinister and cold voice become warm and gentle. The liquid making her lips and vocals controllable to some extend. She was just able to express this one emotion she wasn't even aware of she had in her. With her feet completely at the mercy of the tickling spiders, Cinder could do little more then sing in a tone as sweet that it was like honey to the ears. A soft texture and a lasting aroma of arias. Her cheeks and face becoming nothing more then a gentle expression of long forgotten joy, which was forced upon her.

There she was, the one who was all powerful, being reduced to nothing more then a giggling mess as tiny bristles danced on her feet. Her entire body 'cocooned', in her own words and senses, in a dress that felt like a hug from a lover, her bare feet being tickled beyond her own memory, humbling it was to say the least. For once, the great Cinder had a submissive posture, forced in a situation she would never walk into herself. This was the second situation she could recall in which she hadn't been on top, yet the previous one she had gained a new ace to even the playing field. Millions of thoughts crossed her mind, had she been set up was the first question. That seemed unlikely as her associates she was dealing with weren't the brightest. Not compared to her anyway. The second one was how anyone could have tracked her. Not even the old man was able to chase her down, she had covered her tracks like she lived her life, all in complete control. Her thoughts were broken by a new wave of spiders addressing the tickling of her feet. The weavers of silk between her toes had stopped, similar to flossing feathers between your toes, and had begun snipping away the cobwebs at the base of every toe. Dozens of tiny fangs all gently nibbling the tender flesh, no feeling she had ever had was even remotely close to what this did to her. Each snip, each fang lightly scraping against her nerves, sent a shock of ticklish agony through her. As if tiny electrical shocks were administrated and caused her nerves to register them as tickles instead of pain. It was ironic actually, she who thought she was unstoppable, stopped by something as childish as these spiders tickling her.

Adding to her torment, as all the previous was also happening, others were poking their paws in and around the soles they had so expertly caught. The Aura in particular being exceptionally delicious for the spiders. Unbeknown to Cinder, they were drawn to powerful Aura and spirits, seasoning them up with laughter to make it all the more sweet. Like fine wine over a delicious and expertly cooked piece of meat. Through the Aura of previous victims, these spiders could create a specific venom that, once injected in a body that has Aura, makes the body paralyzed, while keeping brain activity and laughter going. The laughter is needed for a good intake of the nutrients in the Aura. As for the intake of Aura, the webs are able to absorb Aura. So when they are filled, they become Violet and are eaten by the spiders. However, this weakens the structure and could potentially break the victim free. So they were careful enough ONLY to apply it to the feet. The liquid venom on the lips was tactically reapplied to keep the victim paralyzed until feeding is done. And once that's over, the victim usually never lasts very long. As strong as Cinder was, it wouldn't take more then three meals for her to finally succumb to the Aura drain. So the clock was ticking and all she could do was laugh at the danger of her situation. Danger she was unaware that it existed.

And suddenly, the spiders stopped. Cinder couldn't see, but her sense and Aura was still aware of things around her. She could feel the spiders withdraw, the tickling lessening and becoming absent. Until naturally the second wave of spiders began crawling back onto her skin, even attacking her neck with their poking paws and weaving their silky lines like feathers. Cinder could even swear there were more then the first! Her laughter became more and more intense as the volume increased for every one paw added onto her torment. And as the spiders seemed to multiply on the spot, Cinder's cheeks became red with intensified laughter. She couldn't think anymore, her stature in the social ladder blurred as well as the idea she'd ever get out of this. The previous 'feeding process' lasted way to long and this one carried out until the end of forever. All the while, weaving and nibbling spiders turned her into nothing more then their personal toy. In a way this was cruel irony. Having put others through this same very process of utter submission, it was humbling and an enrichment for her. She'd adapt this torture in her own style if she ever escaped. Nothing in the world could save her now. Her Aura being drained and her body beginning to tire. Both from tickling as well as the draining effect.

And just like that, a flash of bright red slashed in front of her and liberated her from her situation. She couldn't move, her muscles to tired and still heavy from the toxins in her blood. Yet as the feeling of torture slipped away from her, like warmth from a hot bath that she slowly lowered herself into, the 'dress' of silk was sliced by blinding speed. Her eyes couldn't figure out who it was, a blur of red and black, but whomever it was, he or she saved her life. Cinder then passed out and thanks to the poison, forgot everything that happened.

Several yards away, a figure as tall as a door simply glared. Saddened by the failed attempt. As the wind blew past himself, the fact that he had failed was even better shoved up in his face by his leader. He could hear his breath as the slightly more slender and shorter man stepped next to him. His voice, deep and calculating, make things clear.

'You considered the drawback of your stupid plan?'
'I almost ended the suffering of...'
'You increased it. Thankfully, the Violet Muffet spiders have amnesia inducing venom. It's for the better we reset and try to play as if nothing happened...
'Why won't you allow me to...'
'Lieutenant, this is why I'm above you. I think ahead. Let me deal with her in due time'
'As you wish...'

Only one left!
This time we have the beautiful and sexy Cinder Fall in a situation she's not accustomed to: being helplessly laughing!

Cinder Fall and all of the characters mentioned in the story are copyrighted bu Rooster Teeth.

Fun facts:
-This was probably the character I wanted to draw the most from the bundle, which means I enjoyed drawing this.
-I'm a bad person who accepts commissions. It's a golden rule that client is always right. But instead I discussed with DarkShaquille. Why? Because he originally wanted Cinder to be wrapped up completely on a coccon so that only her feet and mouth where visible. Imagine my dissapointment! I wanted to draw her so badly and I'm asked not to make her visible/recogniseable? Good thing DS is a nice understanding fellow
-Something about Cinder makes me think... (Play music for thinking in the background www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUs8FE… )
Dresses in red? Check
Uses a bow? Check
Has dual swords? Check
People die when she kills them? Check
Archer? Do you have anything to say about Cinder? vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/t…
-Did you like the close-up for the close-up. Inception! We need to get closer!
-Feels strange to have done a picture about a character whose voice actress I had the chance to meet. That's right, I saw Jessica Nigri at an Spanish convention, she was really nice and agreed on having a picture with me. I wonder if she would have thought again should she knew that Spanish guy would end up drawing this?