[ P ] ⚕ I could feel the night slipping away [ feat. Exalted ]

Hydra

black hole sun

Both night and day were full of different kinds of life. Some life flourished while the sun beat down upon it, gazing down with suspicion and, at times, anger. Other life, especially the life of her fellow Ildhrunians, flourished during the night.

Hydra hung in the balance.

The sun lay low over the lip of distant mountains, reflecting on the lake that longed to sing of stars and moon instead of blue. The sky itself had turned to a deep orange, with dusk singing temptations as the sun set.

The woman always found interest and intrigue in the way the world adjusted and adapted.

Today's subject of interest was a large tree, the arching arms of which crested over Hydra's head and sent down showers of long vining leaves, as if the tree itself were crying. That was, of course, why it was called the weeping willow. A curtain of leaves separated the woman from the outer world and she lay against its trunk, eyes lazily tracing the few moving shapes of early risers.

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Exalted

Daytime shifts were the worst. She was not made for watching for lawbreakers while the sun was up. Not to mention, daytime shifts were exceptionally boring. Most Ildhrunians were nocturnal so, there wasn't much action to be had during the daylight.

When her relief came, she was grateful and was going to head back to her home for a nap before waking back up at reasonable midnight hours. On her way home, she passed by the lake with the subsequent willow trees. Things that she normally paid no mind to... except this time, her own relative was there. A Bacchae through and through. Star-fearing, loyal. As they all should be.

She decided to exchange pleasantries and polite conversation; she could spare a bit of time. She squinted as the fading light aggravated her eyes and so, chose to stand facing away from the falling sun. She came abreast of the darker she-wolf and spoke, "Cousin." She greeted, dipping her head. Polite. As always. Until she had a reason not to be. "Does your work force you to be awake in these starless hours?" Had she been awake? Or just woken up? She was mildly curious. She wondered if the sun aggravated the woman's eyes less than her own.

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Coding (c) Plymouth | Image (c) king lulu deer

Hydra

black hole sun

A shimmer of white, familiar in that it was common among their kind, caught her eye. She turned towards it and noted the woman approaching, her massive form far larger than even Hydra's own height, and her relative certainly had more muscle to boot.

Exalted.

A lovely name, a worshipful one.

More honourable perhaps than a many-headed, many faced monster that was her own namesake. Yet, thankfully, thus far none had seemed to make note of it.

Cousin, her voice rasped out, pleasant and familiar. Her lips quirked though she bowed her head. Blessed be the Eldritch Tree. Despite their Eldritch god's absence from the skies, she knew that her relative would surely appreciate the gesture.

She then shifted, allowing her face to be lit by the light so that the Fang would not need to look into the light. My clients should be all asleep, though I watch for the restless. Those that wandered these hours very well may be in need of her services. Eyes flitted to the street in wonder, then returned to the pale face of the woman before her.

Rest with me under the willow, yes? she indicated to the soft grass beneath. Your own work must be taxing.

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Exalted

"Blessed be." She echoed, not unkindly. She appreciated the woman's piousness. Too many forgot who created them and who granted them their blessed lives under the night sky. The stars were to thank for each breath they took, each success that they had.

"Ah, you do a good service. Easing their minds so that they might find productivity under the stars' light later." It was a respectable job she held. Exalted might have just told any restless wolves that they needed to pray harder but patient creatures like Hydra knew more nuance in each individual wolf's troubles. Could help their minds rather than just their spirits. It was a line that Exalted had not been gifted to walk. Her talents lay elsewhere.

She paused for a moment, considering Hydra's offer. Finally, though, she acquiesced and gave her head a single nod. "It is indeed, especially when I am called to serve in the daylight hours. It burns the skin and hurts the eyes." She moved to take a place in the shade, thankful of the reprieve from the fading sunlight. "Tell me, have you been well?" A polite question but one she wanted to make sure was a "yes". She cared for Hydra more than most because of their shared blood. Blood and stars were the most important thing to her. So long as that blood was free from impurities, as Hydra's was.

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Coding (c) Plymouth | Image (c) king lulu deer

Hydra

black hole sun

It was a heartsore for many, to be without their Tree. The thought that the stars may disappear was a fright for some, a worry for many, and a concern for most.

More so, she knew, it was a concern for those actually born under the Eldritch Tree. Did they lose their blessings? Were they orphaned, with their stars dead?

She had heard much, even in her short time working.

It would do them no good to be asleep on their paws because their minds cannot rest, she agreed with a tilt of her snout: a gentle nod.

She watched absently as the snowy woman considered and then accepted her offer, moving within and joining her. Hydra sighed gently, reclining back so that her tensed muscles could loosen without need of support. It is a shame, she murmured, They should rather give the day to those whose flesh and eyes are not harmed by the sun so quickly.

Her eyes drifted over the delicate pink of Exalted's nose and eyes, wondering if there was anything that could be done to make it more comfortable. She also knew that Exalted's mother was similarly coloured, and likely other cousins.

A question requested of herself, then.

She considered it for a moment. I have been well, she mused, Although my sleep has been fitful, ever since... she shook her head slightly. It is a small comfort that we were born under the Father. Those of our brothers and sisters found under the Eldritch Tree... they are the ones I see most often wandering in daylight. For patient confidentiality, she would not name names, but it was a frequent enough complaint that she could fairly confidently state that it was a trend.

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Exalted

Exalted gave a noncommittal noise at her comment and expounded further, "Perhaps, they would have. However, I would be remiss to let any opportunity pass me by lest when the paws are needed for bigger jobs, I too, am passed by." She could not and would not rest, despite her own discomforts with the particular work. Such discomforts were temporary and the potential rewards too great to sit on the sidelines.

"Those poor souls..." She even gave an empathetic sigh, but inside, she was seething. How dare the Fae destroy the Eldritch Tree? And how dare anyone look upon them kindly. The Fae were nothing but ill-omens at best and evil, god-killers at worst. "I pray that the 'death' is temporary and that there is some way to bring back the Eldritch Tree. I cannot imagine a god being gone forever." Perhaps it was a vain hope but they were all-powerful beings, she believed that the Eldritch Tree was sleeping or knocked into a paralyzed state until Its loyal followers could figure out this mess. Perhaps destroying this Fae Plague that has defiled the lands would grant us a lead. Mayhaps a source of this evil can be found out there in the world..." And her tone hinted that she would be more than happy to destroy anything of "evil" that the Fae had brought. "In any case, I've no doubt that we can avenge the Eldritch Tree and those that are under Its stars." She was glad that it had not been the Father. The death of the star hit her but not as hard as it would have if it had been her own stars.

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