i know you like i know my reflection
Hannibelle
12-17-2019, 05:30 PM
Her baue was quick to appear before her eagerly awaiting form, and she didn’t hide the smile that played on her features as his adoration became more visible with his gaze. Hannibal’s decided nickname for the Empress fell from his lips and she offered a mischievous smirk as she finally decided on her own name for him. ”My sunshine.” Deathbelle returned with amusement in her voice, if she was a flower she needed the sun.
Hannibal was quick to close the distance and she leaned against him as he put his nose to her neck and teased her lightly with the grazing of his teeth over flesh. Her teeth flashed as the butterflies in her stomach erupted into flight. Daringly she returned his affection before he pulled back to observe her once more. She giggled softly at his observation, she’d almost rolled up a fur to attach to make sure she wasn’t cold during the night. However, leaving it behind gave her another excuse to be closer to her half sibling.
”Of course!” She answer teasingly, repositioning herself in the intended direction of their scouting. ”The better question is, are you ready?” She pranced lightly, suggesting that if he wasn’t prepared she was going to leave without him. That was nonsense of course, she was eager to spend time beside him without the regular duties of the pack and her children weighing on her. This would be a taste of freedom she wasn’t often awarded to herself. Deathbelle was eager to spend it with Hannibal.
Hannibal was quick to close the distance and she leaned against him as he put his nose to her neck and teased her lightly with the grazing of his teeth over flesh. Her teeth flashed as the butterflies in her stomach erupted into flight. Daringly she returned his affection before he pulled back to observe her once more. She giggled softly at his observation, she’d almost rolled up a fur to attach to make sure she wasn’t cold during the night. However, leaving it behind gave her another excuse to be closer to her half sibling.
”Of course!” She answer teasingly, repositioning herself in the intended direction of their scouting. ”The better question is, are you ready?” She pranced lightly, suggesting that if he wasn’t prepared she was going to leave without him. That was nonsense of course, she was eager to spend time beside him without the regular duties of the pack and her children weighing on her. This would be a taste of freedom she wasn’t often awarded to herself. Deathbelle was eager to spend it with Hannibal.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.