Fall down sick, I'm not insane
Fenix
You're not feeling so well...
Bellamy
Master Fighter (290)
Master Intellectual (254)
Berserker
age
9 Years
9 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
0
0
player
Beau-tifullyWritten
Beau-tifullyWritten
09-13-2022, 11:00 PM
Bellamy furrowed her brow as Fenix spoke. It wasn’t important to think about how it would get better? She didn’t necessarily think that he was correct… or at least wasn’t completely correct. While it might be important to accept those feelings she didn’t believe that fighting them and trying to cope was a bad thing either. “I’ll agree to disagree with you there.” Bellamy told him. “I personally feel you should fight those feelings. Not hide them or reject them, but if you don’t try to battle against them they are going to consume you and your coping methods aren’t going to be all that useful.” Not that she really wanted to have a conversation about this sort of thing. She was trying to comfort him, not get a lecture of sorts on how to properly deal with her feelings. She had her methods and he had his, simple as that. “Not any official meaning, to my knowledge. I’d like to believe it means ‘Hope’ though. That’s what this pack is going to be to me and my family.” The woman listened to him explain about the Grove, the pack he sought to build, and she gave a small nod. “It sounds like a wonderful pack-to-be. I’m still ironing out the kinks of Ethne, myself. I’d ideally like the pack to function as a family of sorts, though that’s not uncommon really. To build strong bonds with those who are not bound by blood, but still tied together. I’d like them to celebrate the differences and abnormalities others might have shunned or been afraid of. From mutations, gender, creed… I want them to all be included. Some of Foi’s teachings will no doubt be included as well… though not necessarily shoved down the throat of those who do not wish to believe in them.” Not everyone would, and, to those wolves, these teachings would be nothing more than the customs of Ethne. Fenix went on to explain more of the trios, a brief lesson in his god and goddess being shared. Bellamy listened attentively, giving a small nod to show she was paying attention. "I find it interesting your religion centers around a trio. Ours follows the Allmother and Allfather, a mated pair, and the Divinities, their children. It is said that together they created the world and uphold the balance of everything. It seems the base premise of unity is the same, however." His attention then shifted to Keno, the dark Empress whose orders had not only stolen her family, and her life, but had caused both herself and her husband so much grief. The woman lowered her gaze some, tensing a little. “I know she was afraid of something at the very least… Gavroche had never done anything against her, barely bigger than a fox, really. Yet this woman, a woman who was taller even than I, saw him as such a threat…” Her claws bit the soil. “I had never met someone so… dark. So cruel and twisted, concerned with only themselves. Her orders cost the lives of many good and innocent creatures, my sister, a pup at the time, and my parents included.” Bellamy’s lips twisted upward in the start of a snarl. “I was kept as a slave by the Empire until I was an adult…. Though I’m free now I still feel like their influence is looming over me, unfortunately. We were even captured and taken back to be publicly excused by the Empress’ heir, Gavroche’s sister. Just like her mother, I killed her too.” She furrowed her brow. “I don’t like the idea of mindless violence… but I will not turn and run when it comes to protecting myself or my loved ones. No one will hurt us like that again… not while I have breath in my lungs.” |
Bellamy has two companions - a Tasmanian devil and an American badger. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.