Octo #577

Perched on her bioluminescent throne, the Matriarch scanned the councils, her tentacles coiling in restless loops. The paranoid whispers gnawed at her mind, painting conspiracies where only shadows existed. One moment, she'd command regal authority, devising intricate diplomatic stratagems; the next, she'd decree severe punishments for unseen betrayals. She believed every flicker of light, every echo beneath the coral barriers, to be a sign of Chromajellies' infiltration. This unpredictability unnerved her closest advisors, yet none dared challenge her reign. As she swam through the coral gates to address her people, her regal aura only partly masked the whirlwind of paranoia within.

Collection:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Owner:

BLACK777