get ahead of myself

Deathbelle knew that one day, when all of her requirements were satisfied, she would give life to her own young. The Klein name needed to continue, and that couldn’t happen without reproduction. At one point, when she was still only a young girl, she had dreamed of marrying her prince and ruling a kingdom together. Those dreams never came to fruition however. Belle had to make her own way, without the presence of another. She would lift herself into the graces of royalty.

She hadn’t ever given thought to the prospect of culling her own children, Klein blood was strong and even if she had the likelihood of any of them deserving it was slim to none. Of course she likely would need to find a nursemaid, if her plans did develop as she planned there would be little time to devote to raising tiny puppies. Of course what Desdemona said was true, she would mold Banshee to her ideals instead of the foreign woman. Instead of her father. The later notion made her sad, and again she yearned for Hannibal’s presence.

Their conversation shifted naturally as her companion chuckled at her words. Belle had to admit the laughter released much of the tension she held within her, and relaxation was right around the corner. This woman would hunt for them and Belle could relax next to the calming sound of the ocean with Banshee nearby.

Desdemona’s words hit her hard, and Belle watched the woman as she spoke of a woman’s pride. Belle never thought she had lacked any pride, but maybe she didn’t wear it as intended. She tried to hide her doubts from her face as alabaster tail flicked at her feet. ”You’re very kind Desdemona.” she answered as the woman offered a bird for Ban. ”I will certainly remember your actions.” There was no way the woman knew that Belle was working towards leadership, but if they ever met again and Des needed her, Deathbelle would eagerly offer any support she could.