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Crown’s Carapace, of steadfast steel and faithful blood 🦀🛡️
“‘So then, ‘Little Nymph’’ said the guard, and the prince rolled their eyes, ‘You better stay within my eyesight.’ The prince looked to her. She was tall, and bulky plates of chitin grew from her body into a beautiful suit of living armour. At her hip, her family’s sword hung. The blade was a solid piece of metal, and, like her, was designed to defend. The Ferrequin family had been royal guards to the lineage of The Queen for generations, and now the young prince had been assigned their own escort.
‘I’ll stay close. But you keep me safe, okay?’
‘Of course, my prince.’ She made a swooping bow, far too over the top, and looked to the prince with a wry smile.
‘Ferrequin?’
‘Yes?’
‘You’re an idiot.’ Their guard laughed, and a rare smile graced the prince’s lips. The two of them looked out from their balcony, over the bustling roads and swarming markets of the kingdom. There, under the pale moon, the world felt very big for two bugs. "
Another bug blade, linked to yesterdays :D (and yes before anyone says I do know that horseshoe crab blood is blue ehehe)
Yesterday’s sword!
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The Dynastinae, of royal chitin and loyal swarm 🪲👑
“ 'Little Nymph', The voice reverberated around the cavern. It sounded so soft, and gentle, but so alien. Like a thousand wings beating, a thousand mandibles twitching, a thousand legs scuttling. The Queen loomed above the little prince. Her great horns were sillhouetted in the faint glow of the nest, and through her transparent wings the prince could see the gentle flicker of grublight candles and the bustling shapes of the kingdom at work.
'You must look after her. Care for her. She will grow with you.' The prince looked down to the sword in their hand. It was so heavy. They felt a weight in their chest, and they took a deep breath.
'She will change, and so will you. A beautiful metamorphosis, two butterflies chasing one another in the setting sun. A transformation only the two of you will understand.' The thought was dizzying to the prince.
' And when you are ready to put down the blade, she will be ready. She will be your crown then. When your days of adventuring are done, and the nest calls you back.' Tears pricked at the edges of the princes eyes. They didn't know why. Was it the thought of the responsibility? The crushing idea of destiny? Or just a child, scared at the thought of losing their mother. The Queen smiled, stooping down to the prince. She was so large, but her movements so careful. The prince looked up at her kind face, and the huge crown that towered above them both.
'Do not cry, Little Nymph.” The prince wiped their eyes.
'The kingdom trusts you. I trust you.' A laugh left her lips. Warm honey, soft silk. 'It takes a hive to raise a child.'"
The bug prince's blade. 🐜 Also if you like the vibe here I've drawn The Queen (although it was a few years ago!!) as well as having part of a story set in Chiton (the kingdom of the bugs!)
Yesterday’s sword!
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