ecclesia

The stars winked in and out of sight above, the sky clear save for a few wisps of dark cloud. Pale as a ghost, the full moon shone down upon the plateau. He heard the rustle of approaching paws through the scraggly grass only as they became close. Whoever was approaching was upwind, and he couldn't detect their scent. Instead, they were getting the full brunt of his musk. Lazily, cool gaze swept open to fix upon whoever was approaching. Dark fur, spattered in.. alabaster.

Deathbelle.

The serpents heart seized for a few, horrible moments. When it did elect to beat properly again, it felt strange. Jittery. A breeze ruffled the ebon stained fur along his spine. The pair stared blankly at one another, waiting for the other to make the first move. Deathbelle wouldn't deign to utter a word first, her pride was somehow more steadfast than his own. He didn't dare move a muscle, for fear of scaring her off like a startled doe. "Belle," he rumbled, rich baritones oddly deep for his narrow frame. Where did he begin? What did he say? It all used to be so easy, between them. Then Hannibal had been named heir, and she had blindly followed him. Stomped on his heart and left it in the dust to bleed. "you look good." he said finally. Eerily devoid of emotion, cold. Vacant words from an empty ribcage.