star bright star light

Deathbelle walked the border of Ashen and the Armada her lithe form lit by moonlight and framed by snow. The islands were warm, but the winter was harsh on the mainland. She wore her polar bear headdress, and held her head high despite the strolling pace. Everything was quiet and still, no prey animals were out and it seemed the pack was keeping to themselves. Belle was completely alone.

The sensation wasn’t particularly familiar, she preferred to have company. Tonight Snowberry and Thistle were nowhere to be seen. Loneliness wasn’t pleasant, but the night was peaceful and she felt a serene calmness about her. A soft sigh left the Empress’s lips as she slowed to a halt and cast her gaze to the sky above. It was clear as the air around her and the brightness of the billions of stars was hers to behold.