Exodus

He tried to calm her, but she could feel the tension in his form as much as her own. Already she could feel that things were wrong, but there was nothing she could do. Archon took the opportunity to speak about their young litter, and she knew they would grow faster than she wanted. They were no longer her perfect little beans. ”Yes, it's strange how a different den makes all the difference.” She remembered the strife and anguish she’d faced against her siblings of ‘pure’ birth. Their father hadn’t treated his young any different, but more than one of Belle’s siblings felt themselves superior because of Iber.

Her heart beat quickly in her chest and her fur stood on end even with her husband’s close proximity. The Empress shifted herself so she might hold tighter to him. She felt uncomfortably similar to the night before Ana’s death, so much so she felt nausea build in her stomach.

Thinking of the future helped as she imagined their children and the amazing feats they would boast. ”With you to guide them I’m sure they will come together.” She assured him softly, reminded unconsciously of the sense of doom that lingered above them. ”A perfect marriage of god and mortal.” She rumbled almost pleasantly as she nuzzled her nose into his chest.