Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190609022337

(Can't she shapeshift into a winged snake though?)

Mirabelle was also thinking back to something Ben said to her, a promise she made to him before he died.

"Please, don't fight with eachother... while, I'm gone. Promise me 'Mini-Belle'?"

I'm trying Ben, I really am... Mirabelle looks up to the woman she once admired and sought to be. Confident, strong willed, elegant... everything I wasn't. But the woman from back then who she once called friend was long gone. Mirabelle tried to look her in the eye and give a pleading look, but the hellfire burns on her back made it too painful to make an attempt. The skin and fur there was charred a solid black, and if one where to look, they might even have said it was slowly spreading