It was a part of their blood.

        Dungeon Coursers were bound to the dungeons in ways that no other creature may ever understand. Most seemed to heed that beckoning call at some point. They would muster their courage, prepare their equipment, and take the first leap into the darkness of the depths below. Whatever they wished to find down there often motivated them, but it was never the crux of why a Courser remained in the dungeon. Those from the surface often were determined to find riches, treasure, or answers - something, anything, to give their lives meaning. Be it glory or adrenaline, they took something from the winding labyrinthine tunnels for themselves, never to return it.

        Not Hastur.

        This was her home, her kingdom. And what was a kingdom without its King? The shadows in which her golden and sanguine form slinked were hers. They molded her, formed her. Every curve of the tunnel, every carved stone passage, every droplet of water into the stagnant pool was her family, her brothers, sisters, siblings, mothers, fathers, and ancestors. Every inch was just as much a part of her as she was of it. With a deep inhale the King in Yellow brought herself to a drifting halt. Pale light filtered from a cluster of crystals overhead, the alcove alight with the hue of maggots. A still, mirror-like pool of water cut into the stone in a perfect circle below the glow, reflecting the gemstones back at themselves. The perfectly cut corner of the pool seemed inorganic, but somehow untouched by the long-dead humanoids. Hastur brought herself to this very precipice, staring into the dark, almost black, water. Her perfect, beautiful, unparalleled reflection smiled back at her. Gilt eyes were bright with recognition, crowned and haloed by the alight quartz above.

        Yes... this was her kingdom, her home, her realm, her.

        With a shake of her mane, Hastur stepped into the water, disappearing into the depths of the pitch, slipping like some lagoon beast into the pool until her entirety disappeared.

        Yes. The Dungeon was her.