When I fall apart, Promise in the dark The moment he could and felt okay to do so, Bae moved from the combat. Sounds of the fight going on behind him as the fights dwindled hopefully. He would of went straight home to get his injuries checked out but the bruiser had other things on his mind. He stopped and waited, one member in particular had his intentions of ensuring they were dealt with by his paw personally. A promise made, would be a promise kept. The moment he saw her he was moving. His shoulder came to push Bellamy in a direction away from the dens and any of the non-combatant members of their pack. He'd seen her harm a child tonight, and he was going to ensure she was seen to not just by him but he wanted Lucy to treat her personally. Lucy was just as aware of the mental issues of Bellamy as he was. Only once he had moved them to be out of earshot of any other member and in a place she could clean her wounds with clean water if she needed would Bae stop. His eyes would turn, hardened as he looked her in the face. "We made a promise to each other Bells.... and your making me think I'll have to make good on my half soon. You slipped, bad tonight Belllamy." his voice wasn't uncaring, but it was harsh. His exhaustion from fighting was apparent but he couldn't let this wait. He couldn't have Bells running around having mental lapses and hurting babies. Walk, "talk", Think You'll be my nightlight

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Away. There was no sense of self as the creature she had become kept moving. Heavy breathing. Bleeding. She wasn’t focused on the familiar terrain. She was shaking, mind lost within itself. Overwhelmed. Full of hate, pain, despair, and the need to do something. She had failed Gavroche. But she had been there tonight to confront those that crossed into their border under rain and night like cowards… like murderers. How many raids had she gone on under the Kedieo Empire that way? To snuff out the lives of families that resisted? How many wolves had she taken the lives of? Maiming the child had been the tipping point. It wasn’t that Bellamy had slipped. She was still actively slipping, her mind in a spiral that would not be stopped. She felt his bump. She snarled at him, fangs bared, a feral look within her gaze. Kill or be killed. .”No one will mourn you.” “You’re expendable, pup, never forget that.” Through the mud she kept going, tail lashing, companions left behind. She needed to get away. Keep moving. Silence the thoughts. The mad buzzing that her family would continue to be targeted over and over. She had failed them… but if she gave her life to make sure that they lived another day, was it not worth it? She was a monster. If it took bearing that title to ensure they were safe, she would. She would take her last breath with fangs locked into those who would dare harm them. Still he came. Bellamy felt the sense of familiarity, but that was about it. Her mind was everywhere, racing, her vision swimming with anger, with rage as adrenaline pushed her body on. His words were a trigger, and the femme rounded on him with a snarl, tail raised in dominance as her eyes flashed. “Necessary…” Her jaws remained parted, the lightning cracking overhead revealing the woman’s feral state. “We will not be victims…” The light within her eyes danced with her rage, fur along her body raised and soaked. “I’ll do whatever I must!” Spit once more flew from her lips. That swirling look of rage mingling with desperation before they were squeezed closed, a violent shake of her head given. Dislodge the thoughts. “Oops… guess your brat sibling should have kept her little mouth shut! I suggest you do the same unless you want to be a bloodstain too!” Fangs bared. “Scourges like you and that winged monstrosity need to be cleansed.” Another snarl. “Both you and Acere are weak. It's a good thing he's dead...and you'll be next someday.” Her eyes snapped open. “I guess Acere made a mistake with you now, didn't he? Winterfell was weak! As was he. He turned away from us. So I took his eye as retribution. They both deserved to fall! Every. Last. Bit of it.” Her eyes narrowed into slits. Everything was coming too fast. Too loud. Her history racing in her mind, memories played on fast forward like some sick movie. Acere... Gavroche… “Get. Away. From. Me.” The vision of the man before her danced. Who was it she really saw? Where was she? Did any of that matter now? "Speech," 'Thought.'

When I fall apart, Promise in the dark The bruiser could see her, his eyes on her face as she snarled. He had no fear of her. He instead stood there his face relaxed, a mask of calm upon him. He had seen her fight for her family, had been on the receiving end of her protective ways. Tonight she had taken it too far though. He waited, even with her yelling at him to get away. "I won't walk away from you Bellamy. I promised your daughter and you both to take care of her." He had made an unspoken vow to this pack to protect them though. And if it meant he would have to remove Bellamy from this world then he would. He moved closer, his nose coming to be directly in front of Bellamy's, eyes meeting her's. "You let those demons win Bells and i will have to keep a promise and break another. You don't want to make me have to do that. It would devastate your children. It would destroy Lucette as she has to watch me die for the crime of keeping my promise to you." His voice softened with these words. He would break to have Lucy hate him and break because of him. His eyes never left hers. He was reading her. If she was gone, he would have no issue making good on his promise, but the consequences would be dire. He would die for killing her, that much he knew. But would any of them forgive him for doing what he had to to protect them all. Bellamy would not be seen by any other healer but him and Lucette right now. He wanted nothing more than to take her into his home and get her treatment, but she had to calm down and want it herself.   Walk, "talk", Think You'll be my nightlight

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As Bae-Syl drew closer, the injured femme snarled deeper. He was close, too close, her gaze flashing with a mix of emotions. Pain, hurt, hate, sadness… and regret. Deep within her soul Bellamy did not wish to her life like this, to feel baked into a corner, to feel like every time someone marched against them it was life or death. But so much of her life had been just that, struggling to survive, watching loved ones, friends, allies die. Tears stung her eyes as she breathed heavily, pants escaping her maw as she tried her damndest not to round on him. To tear into Bae-Syl the same way she had lashed out at the raiders. Bellamy spun, grunting as the fire of pain flowed through her wounds. So much blood… a deep shoulder wound to match the one Ignis had given her. She stumbled, tail lashing. “You don’t get it. You never will.” Another step, slipping in the mud as her mind continued to race. Overwhelmed… pain and rage mingling with anxiety, pain, hate… self hate… She took another step, and this time slipped to the point she crashed to the earth. The old wolf kept her ears pinned to her skull, eyes squeezed tight against the pain. The sound of smaller paws came from somewhere behind as Bellamy’s companions arrived on scene too. Whiskers went straight to Bellamy’s side, worry for the woman in the elderly badger’s gaze. “Bells…” Ears would slow near Bae-Syl, a sigh leaving him. “This… isn’t the first time she lost herself in a raid.” The devil explained, lifting his gaze to the wolf. “The pain of her past haunts her… she is unable to consider such attacks anything short of life or death it seems…” A heavy sigh. “Under King Acere, she maimed a wolf in a raid he also did not want such retaliation in. The life she lived… makes her guarded…” His gaze trailed to her, ears falling. “...and the loss she faces… makes her more desperate not to lose anyone else. No matter the cost to herself…” It was a sad reality. Bellamy was willing to become hated, a monster, if it meant that focus was taken away from her loved ones. A last desperate and twisted attempt to keep them safe. "Speech," 'Thought.'

When I fall apart, Promise in the dark Bae-Syl was more than aware of the fight Bellamy was having. But he wouldn't give. There were good reasons for it though. If she attacked him here he knew there was no going back for her. That she had slipped too far to recover. And if she did but his blood was on her paws, she would almost certainly look to end herself, as harming him meant harming her grandchildren and Lucette. His gaze stayed on her as she rounded trying to remove herself, he stood there though. Not out of being unkind, but out of having to wear the crown of their family's protector. He watched as she fell and as her companions came to the scene. His mask was serious though as he regarded both ears and whiskers. He knew her struggles. He cared. But he loved his family too much for him to let Bellamy stay in the shape she was. "Forgive me when you wake Bells...." he moved then his thoughts being to instead of letting her pass out from pain or lay there hurting, to knock her out. He'd heard the companion, but did her companions know? He didn't think she had told anyone. His paw aimed to come down forcefully upon the back of Bellamy's head. The bruiser wouldn't be hurting her, but he would knock her out forcefully. His own turmoil had been playing in his mind, but he would need to see to it that Bellamy was taken care of first. Only once he was certain she was out would he speak again. "I understand her all to well you two..... but we made each other a promise. I seek to not have to partake in my half of it, but I will if she becomes a threat to our family. We promised to kill each other if the other became a threat to our family. But I also made Lucy a promise to keep her safe and never hurt her.... I cant keep both promises if she keeps on like this. I know she was forced in her past but now I will be forcing her in a different way. I want her to stay off any battlefield from now on. Its for both our sanity...." his eyes moved to the companions. He felt old right now. His ears fell, and his shoulders sagged as he sat next to his mother in law. He wasn't going to leave her here alone. But he also doubted she would want to see him when she woke. Walk, "talk", Think You'll be my nightlight

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Bellamy did not respond to Bae-Syl or Whiskers, eyes squeezed closed as she took in each breath. Why was she like this? Why was this her mindset? Was she damned to always be a beast? A monster? A whine from her dear companion was given. “Don’t lose yourself…” The badger told the old wolf. To say she had become more worried than she’d ever been was an understatement. She realized too late what Bae was about to do, lifting her head to protest him knocking Bellamy out but it was already too late. The woman crumbled to earth, enveloped in blissful darkness… with a hell of a headache to come later. Ears sighed as he moved close to the other three, his gaze fixed on Bae-Syl. “Please don’t think ill of me, Bae-Syl, but if it ever came to that… I would have to fight alongside Bellamy, even if she was the threat.” There was a mix of understanding in his eyes. “But I think we can all agree we want her off the battlefield. We don’t know too much of her life before us… but…” Whiskers looked to Ears now. He had been with her just a bit longer than the badger. “Bellamy was a slave when I met her. In fact… she saved my life… and her keepers savagely beat her for it.” The devil explained. “She shielded me with her body as they kept hurting her. I don’t know what they put her through before that… but a couple days later… Bellamy kind of… snapped. The guards had slipped asleep and she killed them. We snuck through the Empire and she killed the Empress before we fled into the night. We ran into Whiskers during our trip out of Lyenne, and she helped treat Bellamy’s injuries… helped groom her fur in a way that would help it grow over her scars.” Ears frowned as he looked to the woman. “From my understanding she opened up to her mate about it… but I don’t know if he even knew the full extent of what she has been through.” He moved to Bellamy’s side, gaze sympathetic. Just… What had pressed her to these extremes? Whiskers set a paw on Bellamy’s cheek, gaze flicking to Bae-Syl. “...what are you going to tell her family…?” "Speech," 'Thought.'

If all of the kings He sat beside Bellamy's ow passed out body. His let his shoulders sag finally. Bell's companions wouldn't tell anyone except Bells he figured about how tired and old he looked in the moment. His head hung as he closed his eyes. Alot had happened to Bellamy, and he couldn't blame her. His ears pressed as he listened to what her companions told him. Lucy was going to hate him, and Bells was going to likely be furious that he had had the audacity to knock her out. He didn't see another way though. He gave a sigh before he moved his eyes to the shoulder wound and then to the devil and badger. Her wound needed cleaned but he wasn't very clean himself right now. He would have to hoist Bells and get her to Lucy before he did anything else now. He wouldn't leave bells here that was for certain. He sighed as the companion asked the one thing that he had an answer for but knew no one was bound to like it. "The truth.... that we both promised to kill the other if we slipped beyond recovery. Its going to piss Lucy off that i even had made such a promise. And Haydee might strip me of rank and of my place here..... If she does you two promise you will find me if she gets to that point. I don't expect you to not defend her from me, but I expect you to understand that I'm not doing this out of hatred, I care for her and her Family is mine. I respect no one more than I respect Bellamy. She wanted me to keep them all safe, regardless of what it costs me in the end." But what if he failed? The thought had been there before. He had never bested Bellamy. She had always been stronger than him. His eyes cut to the devil and badger then. A haunted look behind them. "If I fail, find someone who won't. I don't know if I can kill her. I might hesitate, or lose my own life to her. I've never been able to best her." his words were quieter with his second statement. He hoped they knew someone it wouldn't burden and could beat Bells, but gods he would rather be the one. He would rather it be swift and be a mercy for her when the time came, not slow and cruel. If he had to be the one it would be only from mercy and love that he did it, not from anger or hatred. Walk, "Talk", Think Have their queens on the throne

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Ears and Whiskers both frowned as Bae-Syl said that he would tell them the truth. It would upset Lucy, more out of worry for both her mate and mother. The idea of losing either of them would be unthinkable. Ears shook his head. “Bellamy and Lucy won’t allow you to be kicked out for that. If there is one thing I know about Bells, if she feels a decision is made for the better, she’ll defend it.” He sighed heavily. “...and we understand her worry… and why she’d make that promise. Bellamy… has had periods of instability for some time. If she made that promise with you, it is because she trusts you.” The devil felt his shoulders fall. “We… I don’t think either of us could do that.” Whiskers confessed. “For all her faults… We have been with Bellamy the majority of our lives. We can’t do anything that might hurt her…” Whiskers hesitated for a long moment. “I… If you feel you can’t best her… there is one who would attempt her life… one she has lost to prior…” It was clear the idea made the badger uncomfortable. She looked at Ears and the devil bared his fangs in response. “No!” His voice was firm. “I’d sooner die than place her against that asshole.” Whiskers shook her head, gaze returning to Bae-Syl. She didn’t like it either… and she was sure Ears was not going to be happy with her sharing this information. “Ignis Praetor, a dire red furred pirate covered in scars… Bellamy’s sworn enemy. They have both maimed each other already. If anyone would fight her to the death… it is that man.” Ears bristled and spat. “She doesn’t deserve that!” He snapped. “Bellamy would give her life for her family, and you’d let that sick fuck who turned on his own family take her out!?” Whisker flinched at his anger. “Ears…” The devil glared in Bae-Syl’s direction. “If you dare put her in his path I will tear your balls off, are we clear!?” Oh boy… this had gone from understanding to both companions being divided on what needed to be done if the worst happened. Whiskers cast one last look at Bae, giving a nod. “Get her to Lucy… I… I’ll handle Ears.” With the last word said, the old badger turned to chase off the other companion. Bae-Syl had enough to deal with without Ears threatening to tear off his family jewels. "Speech," 'Thought.'

If all of the kings The change in atmosphere with the two companions was not something Bae couldn't see. Ears seemed to get angry as Whiskers implied they get the service of someone stronger than bae. He took in the words and details though. He wasn't against it for certain. If he was able to best Bells then perhaps Bae should seek him out and see how much the man could help with training him. It was worth a shot. One could always learn more from others. His eyes went between the two. And then a threat was thrown. His ears pinned and he narrowed his eyes at the devil. "If i put her against this man, it means I'm dead. Do not threaten me again, I do what I do because I must Ears. If it means my family is kept safe then I do it. And my family is Ethne." He heard the badger as she went to chase the devil away. He shook his head and sighed. Bells might be better if neither returned until she was stable again. He rose to his feet and snatched bell's scruff, aiming to pull her over his back. Lucy was going to kill him but it needed done. He would then make his way for his den he shared with Lucy. Bellamy wouldn't be left alone there or allowed to leave until she was conscious and speaking calmly again. It was also time she told her daughters of her past, he couldn't shoulder it all alone with her. -exit with Bellamy- Walk, "Talk", Think Have their queens on the throne

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