it's in your blood and it's in your making

He wandered into Deathbelle’s territory every now and then. Keeping an eye on things, and checking up on its occupants. The land looked almost like a fairy-tale in winter, with wisps of snow atop the palace. He didn’t get far into the territory today, finding Deathbelle along the beach, her delicate form lounging in the sand.

The Warlord approached her, making no effort to conceal his approach as he stopped before her, and flopped onto the sand with a soft sort of sigh. He moved a paw, placing it over that of his childhood friend, and offered her a soft smile. “Deahtbelle, My Empress, how are you fairing?”