not to ride along with you

The royal frame of the princess graced the decrepit lands, though there may have been something of interest out here. The only piece she found that held her attention for more than a few blinks was the monster before her now. Delicate paws halted before the hulking frame, as her thin bodice coiled beneath it. With one fluid movement the ivory stained she wolf scaled its height. The top was relatively flat, and she balanced easily as her magenta stare look out over the horizon.

A vantage point, and none too soon. Deathbelle was quick to spot the stranger a long ways down the field. She tilted her head curiously as she peered at him and his brilliant coat. While she was a little biased and believed those of Klein blood were the most beautiful, this man was interesting enough to cause Belle a double take.

To her misfortune his stance told her that he would not be a submissive little servant to be had. More likely he sought to be the one to dominate. Deathbelle had little intention of giving up her height advantage on the tank, and lingered there. She didn’t let her gaze leave him, or hide that she had spotted his large frame.