Nothing can come close
10-06-2019, 05:35 PM
nightmare prompt
Deathbelle had been experiencing nightmares for as long as Archon had been gone. They interrupted her own sleep and she was running low. Seeing her husband vanish behind the lip of the volcano haunted her ever night, but even that couldn’t compare to the nightmare that would be losing one of her children. Archon was gone, but their beautiful, perfect little heirs still remained. She was able to power through the difficult days of being alone, she had to. The brood was counting on her, and she had to be strong for them.
She held onto her baby tightly, she couldn’t hold tightly to Archon but she could be here to let Plague hold tightly to her. She allowed him to cry all of his tears and she was thankful she could experience every one. The volcano could have swallowed her up as well, but she had been spared. Her pups were still with her, though in some nightmares Archon’s form was replaced by one of theirs. The terror was too real, but his close presence settled the plagued Empress.
She evened her breathing as her son stirred in her arms he pulled away to look at her, his sadness buried. Deathbelle had to withhold a sigh as she pushed down her emotions and wiped one last tear from her cheek. ”Of course, Dearheart.” She spoke gently as he wagged his beautiful white tail. He wanted to do something, and Belle couldn't deny the distraction. ”That. Is a Desert Rose, or a Sabi Star. They’re very poisonous. I’ve not tried it, but when your grandfather ruled the Kleins it was said one of the tribes he conquered used it on their weapons. No wolf walked more than a mile before dropping dead because of the poison.”
Deathbelle had been experiencing nightmares for as long as Archon had been gone. They interrupted her own sleep and she was running low. Seeing her husband vanish behind the lip of the volcano haunted her ever night, but even that couldn’t compare to the nightmare that would be losing one of her children. Archon was gone, but their beautiful, perfect little heirs still remained. She was able to power through the difficult days of being alone, she had to. The brood was counting on her, and she had to be strong for them.
She held onto her baby tightly, she couldn’t hold tightly to Archon but she could be here to let Plague hold tightly to her. She allowed him to cry all of his tears and she was thankful she could experience every one. The volcano could have swallowed her up as well, but she had been spared. Her pups were still with her, though in some nightmares Archon’s form was replaced by one of theirs. The terror was too real, but his close presence settled the plagued Empress.
She evened her breathing as her son stirred in her arms he pulled away to look at her, his sadness buried. Deathbelle had to withhold a sigh as she pushed down her emotions and wiped one last tear from her cheek. ”Of course, Dearheart.” She spoke gently as he wagged his beautiful white tail. He wanted to do something, and Belle couldn't deny the distraction. ”That. Is a Desert Rose, or a Sabi Star. They’re very poisonous. I’ve not tried it, but when your grandfather ruled the Kleins it was said one of the tribes he conquered used it on their weapons. No wolf walked more than a mile before dropping dead because of the poison.”
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.