Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away?

Ooc:: Set after fight thread with Incendio and before the thread with Drifa that I swear to Luns is coming. x'D Just needed more of a set up then I intended.

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This sucked.

Her intentions had been to find Acere so she could talk again… she hadn’t intended to meet the members of his pack this way… and right now she found herself to be on the grumpy side which Ears, of course, was quick to point out was her fault. By rushing ahead and not listening to Whiskers she had waltzed right into pack territory and was attacked by a kid who sought only to protect his pack. She was lucky she had met Acere and that he kind of understood… if he hadn’t her fate could have been much, much worse.

Acere had spoken with both herself and her opponent after the fight, much to her dismay. Bells had sent Ears off, cackling, as the devil teased her for her reactions with the alpha. The bottom line, however, was because of what had happened she needed to stay here for the time being. She needed to heal, for one, and two she had trespassed so she had to learn. Whiskers had spoken on the pack’s behalf and Bells had grumbled as she wondered whose side the badger was on.

Acere had apparently gone to get a healer and the antlered kid, well, Bells wasn’t sure where he had gone. She wasn’t sure she cared as she shifted grumpily to avoid laying on the injured leg. 

It fucking hurt.

...and she was so lost… baffled by the odd ways things worked here. No, she corrected herself bitterly. They weren’t odd. She was the odd one; an outsider. And yet, as frustrated and bitter as she was, the young woman couldn’t help but let a sigh pass her lips.

What she wouldn’t give to feel a sense of normality. To be ignorant of the shit she’d seen… of the lives she’d claimed and the blood she claimed. They saw her aggression, they saw her uncultured ways. Did they think it was fun on her end? To not understand and be pretty much alone? 

What wolf had a badger and tasmanian devil as their family for fucks sake?

Bellamy growled at herself, chasing off those thoughts. It didn’t matter. They wouldn’t see how she felt. They wouldn’t understand how she worked. She was the monster those Lyennian’s created… that was all she’d ever be. She wasn’t some kind hearted creasture that was there to rescue the lost and broken… she wasn’t there to make the masses happy… she was a killer, the monster that they said would come slay their children, their families, and end it all. She shifted a bit, curling a bit tighter as she flicked her ears against her skull and closed her eyes.

But the thing about monsters… was that they weren’t born…

They were created.

...and sometimes… 

...they weren’t as scary as they were made out to be.