who ya gonna call?

There wasn’t much anymore that really caught Deathbelle’s attention, more than not she just went through the motions of life. There was hardly a spark left and if anyone was closest to the spirit world it was one who already had one of their paws in the grave. Part of the once Empress wondered why she was still here on this mortal plane, suffering through life’s indignities and sorrows with no certain end in sight. She didn’t appear to be deteriorating on the outside but inside her heart had rotted out. Deathbelle felt hollow and it had been a long time since a smile had graced her features.

However, the magic that filled the air and changed the season before her eyes brought a considerable amount of life back to her bones. Deathbelle’s curiosity was renewed as her dainty paws led her carefully through the steppe as her eyes fell on the ethereal feasts.