Scream Until My Lungs Give Out

They had left the North.

Bellamy found herself wondering if it was the right choice to make… was it? Not confronting Ignis and challenging him for Acere’s honor? For Winter’s? Sure one could argue that it wasn’t her fight, nor was it her duty to serve the former king of ice any longer, and yet, despite that, something nagged at her heart. She felt badly for them… but how could she help them now? More importantly… what path was she to walk now? Should she seek out Acere and Winter, or even Gavroche and his tiny companions? She had promised to protect him and yet… here she was. She was failing. She was failing everything.

‘Get a fucking grip.’ Bells chided herself. If she kept going on thinking like this she was going to make her head explode. So much self doubt, so much anger, and no outlet anywhere… Bells knew she needed a purpose, something bigger than the life she’d been living with Whiskers and Ears, but… what was that path? Where did she belong?

She was a former slaver, a killer, a fighter… a survivor.

She had survived things that have broken others. At one point in time she had felt that her purpose was to set free those who had become enslaved, to become a vigilante of sorts, and now she wasn’t so sure. That lifestyle hadn’t worked out… yet she could not deny there was lonely void within her heart.

At one point she resisted the idea of pack life… and now she was craving it?

Without the company of her companions the woman made her way to the battlefield. She wasn’t entirely sure what to expect here…

She had heard tale that packs would sometimes come here to try and recruit new members… but maybe she didn’t necessarily need a full pack? Maybe she just needed a companion who could put up with her…

Bellamy furrowed her brow.

She hated that life was so confusing… that trying to figure out what she wanted was so confusing!

‘Maybe a fight will clear my head…’ Violence had always been the woman’s go to and today would be no different. She tilted her head back and lifted her muzzle skyward to call for an opponent.

Who would step forth?

Would it be an alpha, hoping to claim a new ally? Or would it be a stranger just looking to let off some stress via battle?

Either way would suit her just fine.