on the pill

Deathbelle hadn’t realized the full extent of her sister’s downfall after the eruption. She knew that the woman never slept enough, but as she emerged from the den Belle realized how bad she’d gotten. The Empress didn’t let it show on her face as she looked her Shamyn over. She felt her sister’s bony shoulder lean into her form as she came to sit close and asked why it was she’d been summoned.

There were a few things that could be discussed, Luce’s own health, the pup’s progression, or the less important matter on her mind. Deathbelle felt herself grow a little embarrassed about the topic, but if she couldn’t talk to her sister who could she speak to? This was important anyway, for herself and the rest of the family. The Empress leaned over and placed a sad kiss against Lucretia’s muzzle.

”I’d like for you to find me a contraceptive. Something to take until I’m ready to bear more strong Kleins.” So she could better plan for who would father her next litter. If her self destructive wants took over she certainly did not want a surprise pregnancy with someone undeserving. Of course for now she couldn’t think of replacing Archon’s comforting form beside her, but she’d felt the need to be much more spontaneous.