[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=silver]Belladonna Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/ilUmjoXuoCGBi/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Crypt Manor: Kitchen Area
[b]Interacting With:[/b] The Hubby [@Pundii], Mecurial, among others[hr][hr][/center]

	Belladonna let out a slight breath as she watched her beloved jump into action. [color=silver]"Like a kid in a candy store,"[/color] she said as she placed a single finger to her sunken cheek before turning and making her way gracefully down the hallway and into their bedroom. There she reached over to her husbands side of the bed and her fingers curled around the hand of her whip. Turning she let the weaved leather trail behind her along the floor as she approached the edge of the top of the stairs and looked down to see her husband enjoying himself. The heat of battle, she would need to make sure she could cool his blood later; that was after she made it boil of course. 

	Down each step Belladonna, the sound of the tip of the whip cracking through the air with each flick of her wrist. Not so much attempting to slaughter those undead before her but more so parting the fleshy sea so that she could pass. [color=silver]"Just because you are dead does not excuse you from manners,"[/color] she said in a cool voice as the leather wrapped around the ankle of one and she pulled her arm out sending the bugger against a wall and out of her way. [color=silver]"Red clay does so clash with the gray's of my decor,"[/color] she added as she flicked the whip back to her side. 

	Hearing the tell tail sound of the mace against flesh her head turned and her brows rose dramatically as she witnessed one decide to use her daughter as practice. Shaking her head her free hand came up as she began to chant in latin. The ball of the mace stopping in mid air over the creatures skulls before her other hand flicked out and the whip wrapped around his knees. A quick pull and released and he would be sent onto his back with the ball of the mace crushing in his skull. With speed she was at her daughters side, slipping an arm around the poor child as she turned her head to her husband and her eyes light aflame with a glacier flash so cold it burned. Her free hand tightening around the hand of her whip as she turned ready to unleash it as the remains of her breakfast concoction began to bubble and boil, pulling itself back together.