Digging myself Down Deeper
Kat
11-26-2019, 03:26 PM
After her night with Iolaire Deathbelle’s emotions were again raging and near impossible to control. She continued to degrade herself for allowing something to happen to her lover like that. She was the Empress of the Ashen Empire, if she couldn’t even protect the one she frequently shared her bed with.. The ivory splashed woman shook her head as dainty paws carried her away from Ashen’s borders.
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to see her so soon after the frustrating patrol. Her own wounds were healing, and they already lost the ache. Her heart hurt more. Knowing Io wouldn’t allow her to do her job.. Deathbelle grit her teeth as she tried to again shake the thoughts from her head. Didn’t Io trust her? Though the words had only left their lips in hints and teases Deathbelle knew her heart. She loved Iolaire and being denied the honor of attending her wounds, of fixing her mistake..
The Empress cursed loudly as she continued walking, she was glad she was mostly alone. Thistle perched on her mistress’s back, she preferred the night sky and though she had one eye open for danger she was nearly asleep. Deathbelle was uncommonly making her way through the land during daylight hours. She couldn’t sleep, especially not with the Armada healer on her mind.
The short eared owl gave a little coo and Belle was forced from her stupor in time to avoid startling a herd of giant bovines. Skirting their retreating forms the Empress found a familiar scent. Faintly of both Dutch and Ashen Deathbelle was presented the image of a lost Klein. Her previous thoughts were painfully pushed away as lilac gaze fell on the beautiful child. ”Beryl.” She sighed with relief, having thought the girl had disappeared with her mother. Belle had kept up with her niece and nephews and was devastated when they left.
”Come, child.” She cooed softly, not approaching in case the pup didn’t remember her aunt. She looked atrocious, but that was to be expected of a six month old puppy without anyone to care for her. ”Lets get you home.”
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to see her so soon after the frustrating patrol. Her own wounds were healing, and they already lost the ache. Her heart hurt more. Knowing Io wouldn’t allow her to do her job.. Deathbelle grit her teeth as she tried to again shake the thoughts from her head. Didn’t Io trust her? Though the words had only left their lips in hints and teases Deathbelle knew her heart. She loved Iolaire and being denied the honor of attending her wounds, of fixing her mistake..
The Empress cursed loudly as she continued walking, she was glad she was mostly alone. Thistle perched on her mistress’s back, she preferred the night sky and though she had one eye open for danger she was nearly asleep. Deathbelle was uncommonly making her way through the land during daylight hours. She couldn’t sleep, especially not with the Armada healer on her mind.
The short eared owl gave a little coo and Belle was forced from her stupor in time to avoid startling a herd of giant bovines. Skirting their retreating forms the Empress found a familiar scent. Faintly of both Dutch and Ashen Deathbelle was presented the image of a lost Klein. Her previous thoughts were painfully pushed away as lilac gaze fell on the beautiful child. ”Beryl.” She sighed with relief, having thought the girl had disappeared with her mother. Belle had kept up with her niece and nephews and was devastated when they left.
”Come, child.” She cooed softly, not approaching in case the pup didn’t remember her aunt. She looked atrocious, but that was to be expected of a six month old puppy without anyone to care for her. ”Lets get you home.”
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.