ecclesia
04-16-2019, 09:07 PM
The ivory splashed princess stopped dead in her tracks as liquid amethyst eyes settled on the one sibling she was nervous about reuniting with. The image of Roman brought back painful memories of Ana. The familiar tug of loss pulled at her icy heart and she attempted to suppress it like she had been for so long now. Deathbelle told herself she needed to focus on finding the Klein heir, and thinking about Ana hadn’t been in that focus.
With grit teeth the alabaster stained she wolf hesitated, refusing for a long moment to even acknowledge her only full blooded brother. They had been so close once, him, Ana, herself, (and Aeona?) Things changed so much when Hannibal was crowned successor that Belle couldn’t be sure that her relationship with Roman would be salvageable. They’d been civil enough to attend to their parent’s burial, but that day hadn’t been about them.
Why did Roman have to suddenly show up? Her icy interior melted with fiery anger as she began to blame him for the pain that had suddenly welled up inside her. As she turned to go, unwilling to allow him to see her so worked up over the mere sight of him, she thought of Ana again. They hadn’t completely settled their differences either. Now they would never be able to.
A dark paw paused, and reluctantly the Klein royal paced towards the odd object her brother lounged upon. Halting only a few wolf lengths away she took another full glance over him, sure that any moment his gaze would open to greet her. For the first time in a long time, the woman was at a loss for words.
With grit teeth the alabaster stained she wolf hesitated, refusing for a long moment to even acknowledge her only full blooded brother. They had been so close once, him, Ana, herself, (and Aeona?) Things changed so much when Hannibal was crowned successor that Belle couldn’t be sure that her relationship with Roman would be salvageable. They’d been civil enough to attend to their parent’s burial, but that day hadn’t been about them.
Why did Roman have to suddenly show up? Her icy interior melted with fiery anger as she began to blame him for the pain that had suddenly welled up inside her. As she turned to go, unwilling to allow him to see her so worked up over the mere sight of him, she thought of Ana again. They hadn’t completely settled their differences either. Now they would never be able to.
A dark paw paused, and reluctantly the Klein royal paced towards the odd object her brother lounged upon. Halting only a few wolf lengths away she took another full glance over him, sure that any moment his gaze would open to greet her. For the first time in a long time, the woman was at a loss for words.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.