matching the drapes
rosemary
With the task at hand Belle lifted her head and called out for her slave master, craftsman, and brother to appear at her side. Hopefully she wouldn’t disturb him too thoroughly. She would also try and speak to him about the future of their slaves. Too long had passed since the Klein woman had talked to her brother one on one. She was also feeling rather well today, though she’d experienced a long bout of nausea when she arose the Empress was recovering. Her belly was growing more round, though still passed easily as extra food weight. She would make her announcement to the rest of the pack soon, she didn’t want to reveal anything too early.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
He sauntered toward his sister’s palace, his tail waving behind him as he carefully climbed toward the portal she had called him from, a wide grin on his features. It had been far too long since he had spoken with her, and he was eager to reestablish himself in their new home as a man of great power. “You called?” He purred gently, eyes roaming over the gathered materials. His mind ticked steadily, thoughts of what he could craft from the hides and horns given the opportunity but would wait for his sister’s allowance before he made himself too welcome. On his back the two headed rat scurried up his spine to rest on his skull, chittering gleefully as they bobbed their heads in a bow to their empress. “Greetings.” Said Writhe “Salutations.” Chirped Ruin.
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”I did,” she teased softly as her dainty paws carried her to the opposite side of the large pelts. ”I have need of your magnificent brain.” Belle answered with bright enthusiasm in her voice. ”I’d like to hang one pelt over the entrance of my den, and the second to cover a more private room within.” She continued to explain. ”I wasn’t sure what all supplies you had need of to do that, but I’d like to incorporate what I’ve gathered here.” She told him and met the eyes of either rat head with a smile as she returned to his side.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
He smiled slightly as she touched his cheek and the rat tittered delightedly as she explained the reason for her call. “Easily done beloved.” He purred. Instantly the rats set to work, gnawing holes in the hide while Rosemary set to work measuring the horns and the entrance to the den.
“How have you been fairing dear?” He asked as he worked examining the hide once the rat was finished chewing and thinking of the best way to go about hanging the curtains from the mouth of the den. He noticed she seemed have gotten more plump since he last saw her on the battlefield and he wondered silently if she was carrying pups. They were no doubt Hannibal’s, their older brother had never shied away from his affections for her but some instinctual part of his mind begged the question; what if they weren’t?
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”Very well, Rose.” She muttered happily as she draped herself over the rock. Did he make a guess at her condition like their sister had? She wouldn’t offer the information freely yet, having enjoyed her little secret thus far. ”How are you, brother?” she asked curiously, having only just gotten used to having a brother instead of a sister before the disaster. ”Are you settling in alright?” If he needed anything, he only need ask her.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.