Hey soul sister

She’d been meaning to corral Hela since the raid, knowing that she’d taken her loss as personally as Venom had. A loss could deal a great blow to those with much pride. However, Hela had shown her worth and had the scar to prove it. Deathbelle had been successful in her retaliation and the man now wore the same scar. That gave her satisfaction but she knew her sister wouldn’t feel the same.

The night mostly hid her form, the streaks of moonlight littering her body shattered the illusion anywhere but the shrine. She blended in well with hur surroundings, along the same lines as Hela. Her sister couldn’t hide her scent though, and as Deathbelle reclined on her haunches near the water she knew she wasn’t so alone. The sound of a voice brought mismatched ears up in attention. ”Rat problem, Hela?” She asked curiously, though she wasn’t sure that the woman was speaking of actual vermin.