All that remains of our past are the scars

Ooc:: Mature for Belle's mouth / general existence of course.

The mountainous terrain was… odd. But the cloaked woman had decided to branch out a bit more after meeting Sparhawk. Bellamy questioned if her decisions that night were of the best… but well, fuck, she was alive, in one piece, and free so they couldn’t have been that bad, right?

Bellamy was starting, slowly, to becoming a bit more used to the idea of being around others. Sure she had to get used to actually interacting but… that wasn’t such a bad thing in the long run. She actually found herself craving the company of other wolves; something that back in Lyenne would have never, ever been possible. It left the woman wondering just how broken those bastards had made her… to have her memories suppressed like that…

Bellamy realized she missed her family more than she had let on. She had once been a normal kid… who would have guessed that? She supposed it made sense though… you didn’t just come out of the womb some vulgar idiot or evil asshole without a reason. It had her wondering how the Empress of the Kedieo Empire had become the way she was…

...but then Bells caught herself and scoffed.

Fuck that bitch.

The woman’s focus was on the rock at her paws, seeing how close she was to the edge of a perilis drop. Wasn’t that fitting… it was as if she was looking at her own life. She always walked that fine line, didn’t she?

Bellamy’s ears twitched as she caught the scent of someone who was somewhat familiar… someone she had met before at least. It had been quite some time since she’d seen him though. The first wolf she met in Boreas… Bellamy took a breath and looked around the rocky terrain.

“Alright… where the fuck are you? I know you’re hanging out here; I can smell you.” She called.