We are who we are

Deathbelle did what she could to avoid the volcano, she lived here in Habari under its shadow and yet it still held power over her. The once Empress could hardly look at the mountain, and when Recluse’s call went out she hesitated before ascending. She was thankful for how different the volcano was now, the eruption had reconfigured all of the paths and the face of the volcano. She wouldn’t have been able to find the ledge Archon fell from even if she tried.

She roused her young children, thankful for having them at the very least to give herself purpose. She felt like she owed Recluse and Habari, and despite her sorrows she would never give up. At least not while her young were in need of her. Pretty paws carried her forward through the light of the full moon as she made her way to her niece's side.

”Seraphim Recluse,” she greeted softly with a dip of her head as she waited to be invited closer. ”You called?” Deathbelle took a few steps closer, features tilted curiously as she hid how uncomfortable the volcano made her.