[AW] Tessellate

[Hydra]

        
         
  
                                         

Hydra and water always seemed to find each other. It held an irresistible magnetism that was always pulling, pulling, pulling at her, playfully, temptingly. Today had been no exception, and she had found herself near the Amare Creek by twilight. There had been whispers in the woods, pairs of hoofprints following each other into the secretive embrace that they offered. It made young Hydra a bit uncomfortable, and she had hurried her pace with a flare of her raven nostrils.   Darkness had settled, the nighttime canopy above her head unfolded it’s nearly ageless blanket of stars until finally the bright, luminous autumn moon captured the limelight. It assumed its role at center stage naturally as the calm night held no room for grandiosity. The golden mare stepped quietly into the cool water, her black hooves finding purchase in the sediment lining the shallow water.   She closed her deep brown eyes and raised her face to the sky, bathing in the moonlit tranquility that the night offered. It had been so long since she had felt truly at peace. A rare smile twitched at the corners of her lips as she breathed in the night air deeply, though it faded when the faint scent of another seeped in. Her right ear flicked to the side as a light splash was heard, followed in quick succession by more aggravated floundering.   “What the bloody hell…” she grumbled, her voice low and gravely in this late hour. Her expressive eyes opened wide in the low light, their amber flecks like burning embers in dying fire. They quickly caught sight of a clearly distressed figure (whether he was plagued by real monsters or those in his head, she could not discern), and she watched for a moment as he thundered his hooves against the ground, punctuating his irritation with neighs and grumbles.   She slowly began to walk nearer, closing the gap between the intricately colored stallion whose markings danced excitedly along his hide. The water submerged her dark knees, with the tip of her loosely braided tail lazily leaving a fading trail as she waltzed in the bubbling liquid silver.   “Did you kill it?” she inquired, her low voice soft yet strong on this crystalline night. Her head tilted to the right, the moonlight playing off of her geometric angles as she watched Kauri from the water, it’s rushing melody filling the silence.                          H Y D R A *if you could only see the beast you've made of me... ooc. love the buzzard mask! @Kauri