River Styx

"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
[𝙳𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕'𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛]
𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚎
[𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛]
𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎
[𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛]
𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎"
- 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚁𝚊𝚎 [𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛]

Born to the herbalist Elizabeth, River Styx-- the miracle Styx-- has lived her entire life under the protective shade of the cave beneath the acacia. While mildly spoiled in such a fortunate circumstance, she is a remarkably warm and kind sort. Almost sickeningly sweet, friendly to all creatures-- pridemates and passerby alike-- and entirely content, River Styx fancies herself remarkably lucky.

Under the night sky, it's often easy to miss her dark, speckled pelt against the star-dotted horizon. She took to painting herself with a golden cosmetic, a color that pops against her otherwise-achromatic appearance. Within her inky black eyes, the stars often reflect, a mesmerizing display of the remarkable favor the Merciful Sky shone upon her birth.