Swiftcurrent Creek murphy's law

*rubs gremlin hands together* used the 'conception' post icon just in case but she is in the very beginning of her heat.

there is a strangeness in the air.

something that makes bellatrix feel off.

she instinctively hates it. feverish despite the chill the cloudy, sunless day offers.

annoyed at the strange things she is feeling, and not really knowing what they mean, she prowls through the creek's territory like a angry, feral alleycat.