misfit
belle
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t felt as thought strings attached to her young heart had been snipped. The last day she saw her parents was months and months ago. The babe was growing fast and had shed the most of her puppy weight. She was now a long limbed gal with oversized paws, a long tail, and slender features. It was growing more and more evident she was destined to be a massive creature at adulthood but from her point of view she felt miniscule.
The day papa howled was the day she managed to slip away from Cordelia's grasp. Leaving Mordi and Recluse to find out what was really going on. It was a hard venture and not after long did she feel rather helpless on all accounts. She followed mama but gave up and ended up hiding in a bush. Not before long the babe was stumbled upon by Deathbelle who was luckily enough Papa's sister. Banshee admitted who she was and was directed away from the field by her aunt and remained at her side ever since.
As of this point in time Banshee was resting next to a large tree root with her head upon her paws. Little puffs of breath could be heard as she sulked. The babe was never in a good mood and felt unyielding guilt for leaving her siblings. What came of them? Are they still with their crazy aunt? She shut her eyes tight to fight back the tears and sucked in a breath. Hopefully no one saw, Banshee never wanted anyone to ever see her cry like a little baby. The babe eased her breathing and thought of more positive things such as her next meal or adventure.
”Come along Ban,” She commanded softly with an affectionate nuzzle to the girl’s scruff. ”It’ll do you no good to lay around all day.” Belle stepped away from the girl, indicating that she should be followed. ”Keep your mind on your studies, it will dull the pain.” Belle gave her an understanding glance, but she wouldn’t coddle her niece. Deathbelle knew the pain of loss just as strongly as the child. Losing both parents and siblings. The pain was horrendous, but life went on. You got stronger or you perished as well. Belle didn’t want to lose Banshee too.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
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anshee's lady aunt was bothersome but the babe felt grateful at the same time. Without a mother and father she had no one to teach her right from wrong or do tasks such as feeding her and keeping away predators. It was a constant battle internally for the youngling. Most of the time she wished to scream, cry, and bite all at once. But other times she really felt as though she owed everything to Deathbelle. Not even her own parents were caring enough to mind for the pup but the piebald lady stepped in as both a caretaker and a role model. At times the young Klein wanted to run off and live her life along but she knew well it would end up in her own demise. Starvation or getting hunted by a larger animal sounded much less nice then following in her aunts tracks. Thus, Banshee settled with her dull sulking.
A nuzzle came forth which knocked the white splotched pup from her daydreaming. Beaming blue eyes of a Klein widened as she looked up to Belle. Lips twitched slightly to expose a tiny grin. Despite Banshee wanting nothing more then to live her days in angst and seething rage she couldn't help but to secretly enjoy the company of her father's sister. The youngling took a moment to stand, shaking each long limb as she did so, and ending with a long squeak of a yawn. Ban stared up at Belle, "When can we leave this stupid forest?" A twinge of irritation was evident in her tone but the babe nearly instantly regretted it. Sometimes the angst just came out unwillingly.