Boo

Are you scared?

Eh, doesn't matter. Halloween is upon us, and I have so little to talk about, I figure it's worth my time to just talk about the blindingly obvious subject of All Hallow's Eve. Halloween to those not in the know.

So, randomly, someone decided to dress up scary on October 31st. Then this spread, with people basically threatening others to give them an offering to not play a trick on them. People then decided that they should dress up, but skip the house to house scrounging for sugary substances and just party. Honestly, the history of this day is unknown to me, so I'm going to spend about 5 lines reading wikipedia.





There.

Ok, apparently, it's just a festival of the dead that got mixed with a festival of gathering, and then a sweet merchant decided to make some traditions. It may have been a day originally to help the souls of lost ones pass on, but then someone threw in a werewolf and everything got a bit messed up.

Change of pace. I'll tell the random blog reader of a scary new creature I want to become the new vampire, except not over-saturated. It's called Lacerta Aranea.

Powerful and carnivorous, and yet so gentle. When it first came around, weeks after the meteor stuck the earth, it started to scavenge. It feasted on the meat, and then laid it's eggs. The eggs are opportunistic, instinctively knowing when to awaken. But sometimes, they make mistakes.

The Lacerta Aranea, or Lacanea, will occasionally be born at the completely wrong time. But they can't just starve themselves, can they? That wouldn't be an effective creature. They have their own methods of catching their food, but they are just so gentle. They are the definition of "You have to be cruel to be kind". They lay traps in obscure places in the world where an occasional human would travel and lose themselves, such as crevices and ridges. If one accidentally fell, you would land in their web and you would be their food.

But they won't kill you. And they won't eat you alive.

You will die from the poison in his web. Then they will eat you.

It may save your life from your own foolish accident, and you may live longer than you would otherwise. Escape won't save you. Everyone who touches his web is his food, and there is no antidote aside from being him. Once you die, he will hunt his food. He is drawn to it. He can smell his poison from across even the stars.

He is not a monster. He is not stupid. He is not unreasonable. He is just starving, and is designed to crave whoever has touched his poison. Don't try to save the corpse, cause nothing can stop him. Just... don't touch the web.

It's a work in progress, but I think the concept is solid.