Broken, Broken Bells

Ooc:: Set after this thread.

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“Bells we have you waiting in this den for a reason…” Whiskers’ voice was worried as she saw the she-wolf start to rise yet again. “You really should rest until the healer gets here.” The badger’s brow furrowed. “You’re acting odd… and it’s not just the injury… the way you looked at Acere’s daughter, freezing up like that…”

“She’s lost it, Whiskers. Broken.” The devil, curled up at one side of the den yawned and set his head on his paws. “If she wants to run off and avoid treatment like some whelp then let her damned leg get infected and start to rot. Her fault she got stabbed in the first place.”

Whiskers scoffed. “You act as though you don’t care when you say that but if something actually happened to her like that you’d feel awful.”

Bellamy wasn’t really listening to either of them. Her gaze was fixed on the floor of the den as she trembled on her legs and her mind raced to process what all had happened in a short amount of time.

What had been meant to be simply finding Acere had landed her in a bit of a spot. She had not only trespassed on claimed lands but brought harm to one of his members. She was sentenced to time here to not only heal but, in return for her actions and the aid, but also aid the pack as a member to help hunt and whatnot… and… it left her wondering…

...was this “punishment” just a nicer way of declaring her a slave? 

...did Acere plan to keep her here? 

Maybe it was all a lie. He played her like a fool, baited her for a sort of trap… she shuddered, pain from her leg causing the female to grit her teeth. But more than anything she felt sick, twisting knots of fear.

If she was being made a slave… why didn’t she fight? Why didn’t she resist? 

She had swore she would never serve someone else like this. 

Never, ever again.

It caused her breath to come out in sharp pants, pupils dilated as her fear began to lead to panic.

“I can’t stay here…” Her words came out suddenly… the anxiety in them causing Whiskers to look at her wolfen companion with more concern.

“Bells you can’t just…” She trailed off, seeing the wild look in the she-wolf’s eyes.

She was terrified.

“I can’t live like that again… I won’t… I…” Her voice cracked as she whined.

She squeezed her eyes shut and kept her ears pinned against her skull.

She couldn’t think.

She couldn’t move.

What was she going to do...?

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Physical Injuries / Things to Note::
-Deep gash upon her left foreleg caused by getting impaled by one of Incendio's antler prongs. Worsened / torn more via a bite. Caused a fair bit of blood loss? [Don't delay getting treatment kids, it's not smart.]
-Weakened physical state causing her to tremble with effort just to stand -- not just her fear!
-Nauseous.

Mental State::
-Terrified and near ready to hyperventilate or "attempt" to bolt. High levels of anxiety.
-Delirious from blood loss. Making her mind a bit paranoid and jump to irrational extremes of her worst fears.