mother knows best

Deathbelle was furious, she wasn’t sure that she could have felt this kind of anger before let alone brought on by her precious offspring. All she could think of on the walk home was Pesto’s tiny form curled up at her belly. The innocence she had before the world showed its ugly face. The Empress was good at hiding her emotions she was silent and stoic as she told Pestilence to wait outside the den. For her the agony of anticipation would built with Deathbelle tried to cool off and gather her thoughts.

After one more deep breath Deathbelle returned to Pesto’s side. She remained silent as as settled back onto her haunches beside the child. She didn’t look at her, but let her lilac gaze settle on the horizon. Pesto looked sorry for herself, but did she really understand the gravity of the situation?