[ P ] ⚕ Black Hole Sun [ feat. Melchior ]

Hydra

black hole sun

Depths of black rose above, speckled by pinpricks of light watching over them. To some, those stars were comforts, signs of the ancestors watching and whispering to them. To others, they were cold and unseeing.

For Hydra, they were watchful judges.

They observed, as she did, and sought not to impart their judgement or their power upon the land except when necessary, if one believed that.

The lake stretched out before her, cobblestone beneath her claws, shops and homes scattered about. She did not have a house here, but she had friends who would put her up during the day. Unlike some of her kin, the depths of the night swathed her and so she could wander during the day if she so desired.

Yet, the night was her comfort.

She turned, paws taking her down the path. Her head lifted, breathing in the crisp air that carried with it hints of plants that preferred the day. Remnant hints of honeysuckle and jasmine caught her nose and she shivered, wanting to go to the flowers and let herself be lost in the scent.

Yet...

@Melchior

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