Moonspear oh, this empty thing i've done

arcturus remained prone before hydra, his sullied gaze resting for mere seconds on the fierce blue of her own. yet, he could not withstand such a consuming fireshow of brilliant beryl -- those twin swirling cobalt voids remained uncontested by any invasive yellow. two fervent blue spheres that boldly stared down the world, and witnessed no equal.

he was compelled immediately to look away, and did so. his eyes were unworthy, and he felt a new feeling sink into him. dejection.

but his sister, austere by even draconian standards, would not allow his psyche to fall to dispirited depths -- she afforded him a rare warmth, and seemed to extract him from his plunging melancholy with a show of fierce teeth. arcturus' tarnished eyes wavered, and he crinkled his little muzzle in a pantomime of hydra's fierce display. his thin, milk-white teeth were no match for the savage fangs that hydra bared, but it was enough that a malcontent stirred in his stomach.

arcturus' brow scrunched into a dark scowl, and he raised his lips again and again, jaws clenched and pink tongue pressed against his cage of small teeth.