horrible

Shiba appeared quietly as the battle continued, her presence a comfort despite not being of the same mother. Belle enjoyed the woman’s company and was glad to see her here. Harbringr was close behind her, and his large form settled close by as well. He commented on the fight and Deathbelle nodded. A good fight, but she was growing worried as it went on.


All of a sudden her brother lost. Deathbelle felt dread to fill her heart as she stood still only a moment before rushing to his side. She still supported him fully in spite of what had happened. She felt a determination stir within her, even if today was not the day for the Klein empire to rise again. Belle was ready to work for it. To train harder, to be here to support her father’s chosen heir. He was covered in blood, more his own than the man who’d been challenged. Belle could still hardly believe that he had bested Hannibal.

She attempted to lick the wounds at his back softly, ready to offer her shoulder should he be ready to make a quick exit. She had little care for the goings on of the next fight, the woman only had eyes for Hannibal and his wounds. They needed to be cared for quickly. ”We’ll need to get you patched up, so you might live to fight tomorrow.” While she knew he wasn’t about to be put back into battle the next day he would be fixed so he might take the chance to fight and win again.

Hannibal // Deathbelle