take me back to the night we met

Catching Deathbelle off guard was a rarity, especially by those who had no intention of doing so in the first place. As her magenta gaze swept over the sand again she found the tall form appear. His bright ruby eyes glinted in the light of the moon as she caught them resting on her dignified frame. His bright white markings flashed with the white of the moon. The red of his coat not quite diluted enough that Deathbelle couldn't see the resemblance in his fur and that of her own mother’s.

He looked curious as he came to a halt before her, his stance lacking the threat of violence. Her own gaze was sharp, her brows knit tightly as she watched him down her nose. ”Good evening, sir.” She replied with ice clinging to her words. She perked a brow curiously, wondering why he had disturbed her so boldly. ”Deathbelle Klein,” she was polite enough to offer him her name without prompting. ”Do you know of any others by that name?” Since he had approached her she couldn’t help but try and get information from him.