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Lesser of Two Evils

Deathbelle



Deathbelle

Loner

Expert Fighter (225)

Expert Healer (224)

age
Ghost
gender
Female
gems
20
size
Large
build
Emaciated
posts
1,106
player
KatG2

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Promptober 2019
07-22-2019, 10:00 PM

As Deathbelle’s tongue stroked lazily over Zee’s fur she could feel the woman start to relax against her. A smile pulled at the corner of Belle’s lips as she shifted slightly and held onto Zee just a little tighter as her body quit its quivering. She spoke of thanks, and a little bit of her life before she was thrust into the Empress’s waiting arms. The slave was more soft spoken than usual, and it wasn’t difficult for Belle to realize just how frightened her handmaiden was. "Hmm.." She started, trying to recall any of the stories she might have been told as a younger pup.


The Klein wolves were a cold bunch, though their loyalty was strong. She was quickly brought thoughts of her beautiful mother, and memories of a warm safe den filled her mind. "I don’t remember many stories." Belle was honest as she continued her gentle affections to her companion. "I might have one..." She tried to think back to how it began, lifting her features from zee’s scruff as she reminisced. "There once was a poor wolf, an orphan without any family. His only companion a loyal monkey." She began, believing this was correct. "There was also a princess, a fair maiden who was the only child to a powerful alpha. Though she had everything in life she still felt trapped behind the pack’s borders." Was she remembering this right? "One day she disguised herself and fled the territory by night and met the poor wolf. She’d never known anyone like him before. He was honest and rugged, and didn’t treat her like she might break at any moment." Belle looked down at her slave, she seemed to relax but had she fallen asleep to her story?
"Speech"

Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.