Belle stomps down the stairs of her new home, high heels clacking loudly on the marble steps. She was pissed...that little tart in the alley had tried to pick pocket her while coming on to her! The nerve!
With a flourish of her hands, the doors fly open and she storms out into the night in search of Chiana Vitrano. The tattooed nympho had really pissed her off. She had meant to let it go, having given the woman a lashing she wouldn't soon forget, but...you just did NOT do such things to Belle De'Morte! She had been told by a little birdy that Chiana had been spreading lies. As if Chiana could EVER break her. Hah!
As she makes her way through the city, her anger grows. Her wings rustle with her distress, faint growls emitted from deep in her throat. Those who witnessed her dark form moving through the darkened streets would mostly only remember the glowing green fire of her eyes.
She would find her, and when she did, she would make her pay.
With a flourish of her hands, the doors fly open and she storms out into the night in search of Chiana Vitrano. The tattooed nympho had really pissed her off. She had meant to let it go, having given the woman a lashing she wouldn't soon forget, but...you just did NOT do such things to Belle De'Morte! She had been told by a little birdy that Chiana had been spreading lies. As if Chiana could EVER break her. Hah!
As she makes her way through the city, her anger grows. Her wings rustle with her distress, faint growls emitted from deep in her throat. Those who witnessed her dark form moving through the darkened streets would mostly only remember the glowing green fire of her eyes.
She would find her, and when she did, she would make her pay.