The night was mid way through and Deathbelle was out and about in Ashen’s dark territory. The moonlight did well to guide her path as she made another round around the territories border. She didn’t want to admit how much longer it was taking her now. The pups were finally starting to really take their toll. The Empress didn’t move as fast, and she hated to admit how much she felt like she was waddling. An Empress did not waddle. It was frustrating, but worth it however much she contemplated turning Sirius into a war horse. If she was riding around on her vessel all day no one would be able to notice the difference in her gait.
The thought of Seer was interrupted by his voice. Mismatched ears perked at his call, and curiously she made her way to his side. Belle did her bets not to waddle into the clearing, mostly she would achieve her goal. Those who knew her the best would be able to tell rather easily however. Deathbelle stretched languidly as she appeared before Sirius, as usual she resisted the urge to nuzzle into his huge form affectionately. She aimed for Harbingr instead, giving him a quick nuzzle as she settled back onto her haunches and curling her tail around her paws. "Sirius, Harbringr, hello my Samurai." She greeted them both brightly and with obvious adoration for both of them.
"Speech"
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
