When I steal the light from you
Bells <3
Bellamy
Master Fighter (290)
Master Intellectual (254)
Berserker
age
9 Years
9 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
23
23
player
Beau-tifullyWritten
Beau-tifullyWritten
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12-16-2019, 01:59 AM
Alright so… she was pretty sure when Whiskers found out she had wandered off without telling her, Ears, or hell even Acere where she was going, she was prooooobably going to get chewed out. Ah well. She needed a moment of peace away from all this pack stuff. Just having all the noise and scents in one place again was enough to overwhelm her… though, admittedly, it was kind of nice to hear the voices of others wolves again too. Ones that weren’t immediately hostile or commanding her to take another’s life was just the bonus. Wolves who weren’t slaves… she had to be dreaming… when the hell was that going to end? When was someone going to scream at her to wake up as she was tossed back into the void she’d known, fighting, where the weak were left to die and the strong survived to slay another day?
She wasn’t sure where she was but she knew it was close enough to Winterfell. She didn’t really want to go too far either since her leg was far from healed. She was still grumbly that the male had STABBED her. Sure she had trespassed but she didn’t mean to! Well, according to Whisker’s lovely lecture other packs wouldn’t be as kind and forgiving as Acere was. Not only had Bells trespassed but she had fought with one of his members… she’d have been a slave again if any other alpha caught her.
Bellamy snorted.
No.
She’d die before living on her knees again.
She wasn’t really paying attention, grumbling to herself, so when the wind shifted and she finally picked up on the scent of a stranger Bells lifted her head with a startled snort. Sure enough, there in front of her, was another wolf. About her age but taller…
Bells shifted, favoring her bad foreleg, and flicked her ears back with uncertainty. Fur bristled and she narrowed her eyes without daring to speak yet. Her posture spoke of a guarded hostility. She wouldn’t strike first… but she would not hesitate to strike back if needed.