Sing of Secret Sorrow

*Deathbelle* · (This post was last modified: 02-08-2020, 06:16 AM by Deathbelle.)

Deathbelle felt herself struggling with the intricacies of life. Pestilence and her disobedience and likely soon departure was weighing heavily on her heart. Knowing her babies were growing up, were becoming their own wolves and leaving the nest left her feeling heavy. She was so proud of them but that didn’t mean her empty den was any easier to deal with. Hannibal lingered at her side whenever she asked, and not all of her children were eager to leave the Empire.

The afternoon continued, and it found Deathbelle sleeping under the shade of the tropical trees of the first Island Nephilim. The growing of the Empire warmed her heart, they had welcomed so many new faces into the world. The thought of her own growing up weighted on her heavily.

She dreamed of tiny white babies when Iolaire’s call woke her up. Her heart swelled, she hadn’t spent near enough time with the tiny woman and she wanted so much to know what she was doing. Eagerly Deathbelle lifted herself and made her way to the dainty healer’s side. She wasn’t very far away. As soon as she saw her Belle felt her lips pull back into a grin, even if they weren’t together Deathbelle could still feel her love for her. ”Io,” she greeted warmly, and getting ahead of herself aimed to give a gentle nuzzle to her silver cheek.

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