These lands you rule

The sun dapples down on her obsidian and alabaster pelt, magenta gaze closed as she soaked up the Autumn sun and drifted in and out of wakefulness. The sound of paw steps cause her eyes to slip open, but they soon resumed their place as she took in Seer’s massive fanged form. She snuggled comfortably back into the rock as he settled beside her quietly. He was always exactly what she needed. Well, almost. He’d refused to love her.

Belle often had to put the thought from her mind with his return. She’d thought him dead, she’d though him gone forever. Especially now she wished he’d allow her to call him her own. If she commanded he would yield to her, but that wasn’t what she wanted.

”Hello, Seer.” She rumbled pleasantly as she rolled over to gaze at him, head still laying on the rock as she did so. ”I have news.” Belle offered with a smile as she wondered, not for the first time, what her servant might think of her coming litter. She felt herself grow more excited with each day despite the discomfort that plagued her as well.