all we ever knew
hannibelle
07-11-2019, 02:45 PM
The day was swiftly coming to an end. Deathbelle blinked back the brightness that still beamed into her palace. If only she had something to hang over the entrance, a large thick hide perhaps? Maybe one of the desert oryx, they were pretty creatures. Those horns could almost be put to use as rods to help hold the pelt in place. She would have to speak to Rosemary and see if he had any ideas. He was a crafter. The Empress yawned again and found her feet. She was awake somewhat early, but was glad for it.
She slipped past the entrance to make her way up the pathway that led to the top of the gorge. She made her way towards the ocean, there wasn’t much beach and it wasn’t particularly nice either. The shore was made up of small water rounded stones littered with huge boulders and rocks that were similarly weathered. However, Belle had realized quickly that this had to be one of the best places in Boreas to watch the sun slip behind the horizon. With no hesitation she made her way onto a large rock formation, it was relatively safe against stray ocean waves.
The sea breeze blew into her face, refreshing and helping to bring her from sleep drunk state. Deathbelle carefully draped herself over the rocks and her ivory tail began to flick absently at the dark stone beneath her. She sighed heavily as she tried to settle her nauseated stomach. Most days she was fine, but as she settled down her stomach rebelled against her. She whined softly and put a paw to her temple as she tried to settle herself. She should have taken one of Luce’s tonics before heading out.
She slipped past the entrance to make her way up the pathway that led to the top of the gorge. She made her way towards the ocean, there wasn’t much beach and it wasn’t particularly nice either. The shore was made up of small water rounded stones littered with huge boulders and rocks that were similarly weathered. However, Belle had realized quickly that this had to be one of the best places in Boreas to watch the sun slip behind the horizon. With no hesitation she made her way onto a large rock formation, it was relatively safe against stray ocean waves.
The sea breeze blew into her face, refreshing and helping to bring her from sleep drunk state. Deathbelle carefully draped herself over the rocks and her ivory tail began to flick absently at the dark stone beneath her. She sighed heavily as she tried to settle her nauseated stomach. Most days she was fine, but as she settled down her stomach rebelled against her. She whined softly and put a paw to her temple as she tried to settle herself. She should have taken one of Luce’s tonics before heading out.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.