Sable

In the cosmic expanse where stardust and shadows blend, there roamed a lioness unlike any seen on earth. She was a creature of grace and quiet mystery, her coat a silvery lilac that shimmered in the celestial light, and her eyes dark pools that reflected constellations. She was known simply as Sable, the Silent Huntress, and was said to be the beloved servant of the Snake God, Possessor of Stars.

Few knew what Sable truly did, for she was a figure of myth even among the cosmic beings. Some whispered that she was kept by the Snake God merely for her beauty, a prize to be admired and adored. It was said that he would wrap himself around her every night, burying his endless coils in her soft pelt, finding solace in her steady presence amid the chaos of his domain.

But there were darker tales, too—stories that painted Sable not as a passive consort but as the Snake God’s deadly agent. In these tales, she was his fetcher and his destroyer, his unerring instrument of balance and retribution. When the gods called upon her, she would cross realms in silence, slipping between worlds to retrieve what was lost or to end what was overdue. Her tasks were both merciful and ruthless, for she was impartial to both the desperate pleas of those she took and the peaceful surrender of those who welcomed her.

Her power lay in her stillness; she could stalk through entire realms without disturbing the flow of time or leaving a trace, leaving only the faint scent of lilac in her wake. To those she approached, her touch was soft but final, and none could evade her.

Sometimes, the Snake God would watch her as she went about her work, his dark eyes glinting with both pride and a strange sorrow. For he knew Sable's heart was as boundless as the cosmos but forever bound to him. The weight of her tasks, the souls she took, and the worlds she touched were woven into her essence, each life a part of her, each journey etched into her bones. And though he claimed her as his own, he knew that one day, even she might vanish like the stars—leaving behind only the scent of lilacs and the memory of her eternal hunt.

Until that day, she roams silently, her purpose both a secret and a mystery.