ardent

'Til I Collapse

Dagrún



You're not feeling so well...

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
03-11-2023, 08:55 PM

Bellamy hadn’t expected company, let alone the company of the pack’s combatant. The cough caught her attention and Bellamy spun quickly, perhaps too quickly, guarded, fur bristling slightly. Paranoia… an old curse from her younger years. Be ready for the worst. Be ready to fight until your last breath. But seeing Dagrún as the one standing there the Leader let her fur fall flat once more. She eased herself back to the earth, a slightly guilty look crossing onto her face. When had she let herself get back to this state, to become so prickly that the slightest sound, even from a friendly face, could give her a moment of panic? Bellamy drew in a breath, realizing that she hadn’t spoken to any of her pack members about the incident that had happened. Her mate knew, her children knew… but…

“A tiger was having a hard time and decided to cross our borders in search of prey. It made an attempt to try and take off with one of my daughters.” It was an honest answer… and even as Bellamy spoke those words the memory of Hay’s cry surfaced in her mind. Her ears pressed back against her skull and she averted her gaze back to the packlands. “I… I could have lost her… hell, it could have attacked any of the pack…” The woman’s words were quiet. “...our numbers are still small, most of Ethne are the young ones… If… If I’m not more vigilant…” Bellamy trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence as she cleared her throat.

“You’re hurt.” She shifted the subject to Dag, casting a sideways glance at the woman. She had caught sight of the angry gashes. “You should go to the cave behind the falls - my mate, one of our healers, should be inside. Unless it hurts too much to keep going… I could call him. If I may ask… what caused the injury…? Is it near Ethne?” If there was a threat she’d need to confront it now before it had time to become a bigger one. Especially if it was something that could hurt a capable warrior like she believed Dagrún to be. She had never tested the other woman’s skills herself but had been given no reason to doubt her. She frowned, waiting for the Finnvi woman to speak again.

"Speech" 'Thought.'

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