Moonspear blood [m]oon rising

Hydra smirked; she knew full well she had kept him waiting, as likely no other woman had. The slow burn, however, ignited deep within her belly as at last he relented. His sweet words were precisely what she wished to hear, and as he drew nearer Hydra spun in a tight circle around him with the unknown intent to beguile and bewitch, which it seemed he was.

Come then, husband, Hydra prompted, darting away, one last chase until your wait ends, she teased before throwing herself into a headlong sprint. This time around, Hydra did not make him wait too terribly long until they truly solidified their claim upon one another.

The seeds of their future were only just beginning to be sown.