WHY WOULD YOU MAKE OUT OF WORDS, A CAGE FOR YOUR OWN BIRD? Moonlight set the lands awash in silver and grey. The monochrome male slipped through the low lying foliage easily, searching for his sister. She had seemed to bolster under the promise of a rise to their empire once more, and he was eager to see where these musings had brought her. As was the nature of their kin, the pair tended to move under the cover of night. It was easier in the warmer months, and allowed for a semblance of privacy. The longer his paws thudded against the earth with no sign of company, the more his patience waned. They were so few now, he was not interested in losing his sister. A low, crooning call left his throat. Summoning her, if she was nearby. The two toned serpent sought company and affection, of which he had been so cruelly deprived lately. These lands were so empty at night, and he wasn't too interested in lingering in broad daylight too often. He'd become more accustomed to it lately, but he was a creature of habit to a certain degree. He longed for the familiarity of his siblings, and he wanted to stay close to Belle where he could. While the male couldn't demand her to stay put, nor to cling to his side, he wasn't afraid to draw her to him from time to time. Regroup and share their tales, before parting ways again. Perhaps this time around they could formulate a plan to reclaim their prestige. WHEN IT SINGS SO SWEET THE SCREAMING, HEAVING, FUCKERY OF THE WORLD?

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Belle ran to him. The night was young and she was wide awake, like her brother she chose to be most active in the darker hours. A symptom of her life in the desert and desert like conditions. While she had not remained at his side, they didn’t lose each other completely, and she was on the edge of hearing his call. The Klein princess loped smoothly to Roman’s side, her magenta gaze falling on him eagerly.

She didn’t hesitate until she was at his side, eagerly pressing herself into his side as she nuzzled her head beneath his chin. A startling contrast to their first meeting in these lands. Her ivory tail wagged pleasedly and she whined in quiet happiness. Knowing Roman was still on her side after losing Hannibal gave her hope. She smiled gently as her mismatched ears fell to her head. She didn’t remove herself from her brother’s shoulder, instead clung to him tightly. Deathbelle had taken over raising their niece Banshee, and she couldn’t remember if she’d told him or not.

”Roman,” she purred through royal lips. ”It’s so good to see you.”