Moonspear three

backdated! to 8/19/19; since it's their bday here, twins can hop in if they please <3 POST 1500 !! AHHH

 

When she awoke that day, she did not feel any different than the day before. The sun rose, and nestled by her side were four. In the hazy halflight of early morning, she felt @Alya and she felt @Lyra near; it was more than a perpetual comfort. She felt whole once more, with her mirror images return. Hydra wanted more as they did; together they would acheive it, but in the meantime life brought them this. 

She gazed upon her young with pride in her heart. They grew by the day in all ways she had hoped. Hydra removed herself from them, and they slept on. Her husband came to relieve her so that she could take a short jaunt, and that she did.

The Ostrega did not know what brought her to this place, of all Moonspear had to offer. A vista that she, @Amekaze and @Charon shared often when contemplating the present. The future. But as she stood here this day, Hydra found herself reflecting idly on the past. Mistakes that never really had been mistakes, as she now thought on them. All that had happened had brought her here, and made her who she was—the good, and the bad. 

Her sisters, attacking any stranger that came near. Getting lost and then found by a handsome stranger her own age. Her sisters again, saviors to an unworthy man they had thought to be their friend. The first death of consequence, the first time Hydra had been too slow—oh, she hoped it would be the last!—the only monster Hydra had not been given the chance to kill, and kill dead, because others had thought what even they had seen with their own eyes wrong—

She had been wrong to ever wait. Wrong to think that their kinship, her not acting, would change the villain, and their own soft hearts that thump thump thumpthumpthump'd too quickly when faced with the consequence of being themselves, as cowardly as the yellow-belly; Hydra had been as silly as them, once, to hold any faith in her heart for those that held none for her. 

As she surveyed the world around her, Hydra realized, her intuition had never led her astray. Nor had that of her mirror images. Hydra had thought to be fair, but Alya had beliieved they did not deserve it. Perhaps Hydra had, too, deep down—but she needed to know. Hydra had to be certain. And she was glad for it; there were no mysteries in her own life, no unanswered questions left to ask from those years. That part of her life she released in her next breath—though the resentment never would really die. A wolf like her could not forget entirely; her grudges, she knew, would outlive her. 

But she did have questions that lingered on the edge of her tongue, that she had not been able to ask, that she did not think to ask until she watched the clouds drift slowly by. 

She was in new territory, now. Hydra had her sisters alongside her, and they were all she ever truly needed; they came from The Darkness together, and they would ever walk this earthly realm together, no matter the space between. Three. Three years; she could feel them always. She had thought she could feel her mother and father, but it was not so—she had not even known of their passing until she smelt their blood on the wind. But that did not mean she did not yearn for them. 

That did not mean she did not wish they could see her now. Touch and love @Atlas and @Antares and @Osiris and @Vega and rear them with her, as she had helped rear her younger brothers and sisters. Hydra had thought to ask her mother: can I do this?

But the question died the moment it was born. She had helped before, after all. She had seen all but Galaxy to adulthood, and that failure was one she hoped by now to know how to avoid. Extra patrols. Be aware of the creatures within the territory. Do not permit the children near the borders until they are old enough to defend themselves... teach them how. Teach them to be unafraid to deal the killing blow. Teach them that enemies could seem like friends, and to trust only in the enemies they themselves made before believing the whispers of another—except for their family. 

Fine, then, anoher question—for the both of them—did it hurt?—

No, one that mattered, if she could ask one question of them, what would it be? If she could have one answer, what would it be to? 

Her blue gaze was unwavering as she stared on into the horizon. 

She could find none. 

In their lifetime, they had answered all she had ever asked of them; in actions, in words. 

Hydra would have to answer her own questions, now. From them, there was nothing else to learn. Their final lesson to her was what instilled within her a great and terrible knowing, but she reached within herself for Alya, for Lyra, and was comforted at once by the feeling of them there; mothers, with her, too. The three of them had always found the answers they sought. 

And @Dirge. She thought of him, too, and the edge that had [unbeknownst to her] come to crease her features faded. The first time she had seen his eyes. The first time she had felt something toward him. The first time she understood she was in a new sort of danger, one she had never seen herself in before... but thisdanger had been worth the risk it posed, and Hydra walked now knowingit was right. They had both grown since they had first known one another; and now they stood side by side, King and Queen, at the helm of a pack that remained even as others fell around it. 

Yes. She had her answers; she knew what it was she needed, what it was she wanted. 

And when she wanted something, she always found a way to possess it. 

At peace, Hydra turned away from the ledge she had lingered on and moved to find her sisters, so that they could, for a time, simply be

three.