Haust Blót

The invitation had been received and Deathbelle found herself eager to respond. Though she hadn’t been particularly impressed by the woman Dutch she was very much intrigued by the band as a whole. They offered all of their guests food and drink, and despite the length of travel Belle was sure their journey would be worth the effort. The Empress led her wolves towards the gather, surprised that she recognized more than Dutch. The man she sat beside had sparred with the Klein royalty right before Ashen was raised. She offered him an amused grin before sweeping her gaze over the rest of the gathering.


There was food abound, and she didn’t miss the jars of brew scattered about either. Though she’d have to skip the alcohol she was very much interested in the huge black horse that was obviously still alive. The fire also held her attention and awe. These wolves had the ability to control fire, and Deathbelle hadn’t realized how much she wanted that.

Now more thoroughly impressed the she wolf made her way closer to the woman who took charge of the feast. Amused grin spread over her features the Empress made herself known, but remained silent. Her interest obvious she awaited the words of the chocolate viking.
"speak."