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These are the words that will take us home

Bellamy, Wren



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Bellamy

Loner

Master Fighter (290)

Master Intellectual (254)

An icon representing the specialty Berserker Berserker

age
9 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Light
posts
460

Samhain 2022Statue 4 WorshipScarredVengeanceCritical Observation!1K
Christmas 2019Trick 2019
07-30-2022, 08:48 PM


Wren was quick to answer their call. Appearing through the trees on the pack side of the border the alpha called to them. Bellamy dipped her own head in greeting, a sign of respect for the alpha. When she had called on the battlefield Wren was the one who showed on behalf of the Armada. The woman was a good leader it seemed and a good friend as well. Gavroche was quick to greet the brunette, as well as congratulate her on the forming of her pack. “Yes, it seems Menagerie is coming along successfully.” Wren hadn’t told her the name of her pack prior, but it was clear from when she spoke moments ago.

Bellamy’s expression remained calm, her companions quietly waiting before their mistress as she spoke. “We’re still planning to attempt joining the Armada. It would be rather rude of us to ignore your attempt to get them members, should they need them.” She glanced towards Gavroche for a moment and then back to Wren before she continued speaking. “I know that we passed the Armada on the way here, but I thought it only right you come with us. You were there on their behalf so, should the Warlord be accepting of new members, I’d like to see you get the credit for it.”

Bellamy paused for a moment before continuing. “However… that’s not the only reason why we chose to come here first. Should the Armada not be able to take us I would like to ask if you might accept us into your pack, Menagerie.” The femme’s ears flicked back slightly. “I’ve no reason to believe that the Warlord would not be fair and just in hearing us out… however… I must be honest in saying that Gavroche and I haven’t had the best of lucks when it came to packs or their leaders…” Bellamy shifted on her paws. She didn’t want to go into details unless it was necessary. Their time with the Kedieo Empire had not been kind, and while it had been formed of many packs, rather than one, it still left a sense of doubt in both of their minds that something might go smoothly.

"Speech" 'Thought.'

Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.


Bellamy has two companions - a Tasmanian devil and an American badger. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.