Greedy Bones

Bellamy let his mention of having those same skills pass by, at least for now. It was information that she felt she wanted to keep in mind… maybe he could help her craft something in the future. Acere had already helped her with making a cloak out of the snow leopard she had slain in the defense of a packmate and his son. Sadly it had been too late for the ancient, blind wolf… but he had held on longer than Bells would have thought possible. At least he had been able to say a goodbye… not all were that fortunate.

His next comment though had Bells shake her head. “Whiskers says the same sort of shit. Says my temper is going to bite me in the ass.” At the mention of slavers a low yet deep growl rumbled in Bellamy’s chest. “I’d take my chance with the bears. I bet they’d make a nice cloak too.” The female narrowed her eyes and glared off towards the rocks. She had been a slave already… had fought and killed for her way out. She wouldn’t go back to that. No matter what it took… she would kill again if she had to.

“Doesn’t sound great.” She grumbled. “Just like Lyenne.” Her memories were stirring again.

“We lived in the mountains, a forest down beyond the base.” Bells drew a bit closer to the fire and let her eyes shift to that instead as she listened to him mention how the world was dangerous.

“The world fucking sucks.” Her words were bitter again.

“Cruel hearts thrive on the pain and suffering of innocents… their blood.” Bellamy had tensed. “...and sometimes the innocent become twisted, shaped by cold hands of circumstance.” Bellamy’s words started to sound more frustrated.

He gave his name… as well as a bit more information and an invitation to stay. Bells was about to decline the offer, take her chance on trying to beat the storm so she could attempt to run from the memories and feelings their conversation had brought on… but the boom of thunder and sudden downpour that began seconds after had her cluck her tongue in frustration.

She had little choice if she didn’t want to fall in.

“Yeah err… thanks.” She shifted awkwardly and at long last finally sat.

“Sparhawk huh? Your name sounds even more foreign than how you speak.” She frowned a little, focusing on Sparhawk now.

“I am Bellamy Of Foi.” For the first time since giving her name in the traditional method of slaves, giving their religion in place of a surname stripped from them, the female felt a pang of pain.

Shame.

“In Lyenne those of the Empire had taken to calling me Hells Bells.” She averted her gaze once more to look back into the fire.

“...Fucking bastards…” Bells grumbled.

“Do yourself a favor and avoid Lyenne. I’d place bets it would be about as great as the place you came from if slavery and feeding women to agressive bears is the sort of pasttimes you can expect.” The female closed her eyes.

“Killing parents, stealing children away to be war fodder… yeah, it’s a mother fucking paradise alright.” Bitter sarcasm and venom laced her words. “The gateway to Hell more like.” She grumbled, almost like an afterthought as she opened her eyes to a half lidded state.