get ahead of myself
06-28-2019, 06:55 PM
Belle walked slowly along the beach with her brief companion, shed given enough information that Desdemona would make her way east to explore the tropical side of the continent. The ivory splashed Klein slowed to watch the dark she wolf sniff at the blooms that helped make up the wall of forest. Deathbelle’s bright lilac gaze met Desdemona’s as she looked back to her and asked about the little devil spawn. Of course Belle couldn’t help but smile even thinking about Banshee. Raising her alone was hard, but it was well worth the effort. She loved her niece, and wished desperately to give her a pack and title worthy of her lineage.
”Yes, my brother..” she trailed off as she decided how to retell the tale. ”Was going through a lot, and his.. woman.” She didn’t know if they had made vows to each other or had accidentally procreated. Knowing her brother it likely started as nothing more than lust. ”Disappeared with the other two children not long after he did. Little Banshee was all on her own, it was by chance I stumbled upon her.” Who knows what might have happened to the young she wolf had Deathbelle not found her.
She was almost so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Desdemona’s offer. Mismatched ears perked, curious that this stranger would so kindly offer her help. ”...showing off my skills for a pretty face.” Deathbelle perked a brow curiously, wondering if she picked up on the correct undertones. She wolves were lovely to look at, but Belle wasn’t sure she had ever been attracted to one. Not that she had found any men worthy either. She wouldn’t say no to compliments though, and felt the corners of her lips pull back in a flattered grin.
”I would certainly allow, and maybe encourage more of those compliments.” she offered with an amused giggle. ”My ego isn’t quite large enough, you see.” She added with more humor than had left her lips in a year or more.
”Yes, my brother..” she trailed off as she decided how to retell the tale. ”Was going through a lot, and his.. woman.” She didn’t know if they had made vows to each other or had accidentally procreated. Knowing her brother it likely started as nothing more than lust. ”Disappeared with the other two children not long after he did. Little Banshee was all on her own, it was by chance I stumbled upon her.” Who knows what might have happened to the young she wolf had Deathbelle not found her.
She was almost so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Desdemona’s offer. Mismatched ears perked, curious that this stranger would so kindly offer her help. ”...showing off my skills for a pretty face.” Deathbelle perked a brow curiously, wondering if she picked up on the correct undertones. She wolves were lovely to look at, but Belle wasn’t sure she had ever been attracted to one. Not that she had found any men worthy either. She wouldn’t say no to compliments though, and felt the corners of her lips pull back in a flattered grin.
”I would certainly allow, and maybe encourage more of those compliments.” she offered with an amused giggle. ”My ego isn’t quite large enough, you see.” She added with more humor than had left her lips in a year or more.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.