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02-11-2020, 07:15 PM
The Empress made her way to the den of her Warlord and Heart, she was addicted to the puppies however much she didn’t want to admit it. Her childhood friend and the woman just as close as a sister, rejoicing in their first litter. Deathbelle wondered about their futures, if she could hope that her children and theirs might grow to love each other. They were almost even, three boys to one girl verses her four girls to one boy.
These thoughts filled her mind as much as bringing another of her own into the world. She loved her children, and they were turning into the impressive wolves she knew they would be. Deathbelle couldn’t help but year for her den to take on the milk smell again and produce sounds of mewling babes. She sighed softly as she approached Zee and Sirius’s den. She’d have to address the problem of overcrowding first.
With a smile she banished her thoughts from her mind and knocked at the entrance. ”Zee?” She questioned if she could enter softly, already knowing the answer but stopping at the threshold for politeness.
These thoughts filled her mind as much as bringing another of her own into the world. She loved her children, and they were turning into the impressive wolves she knew they would be. Deathbelle couldn’t help but year for her den to take on the milk smell again and produce sounds of mewling babes. She sighed softly as she approached Zee and Sirius’s den. She’d have to address the problem of overcrowding first.
With a smile she banished her thoughts from her mind and knocked at the entrance. ”Zee?” She questioned if she could enter softly, already knowing the answer but stopping at the threshold for politeness.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.