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Bellamy
Master Fighter (290)
Master Intellectual (254)
Berserker
age
9 Years
9 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
0
0
player
Beau-tifullyWritten
Beau-tifullyWritten
04-23-2023, 01:01 PM
The pale woman would seat herself and, in return, Bellamy would mimic the action. Ears, however, was still guarded, gaze flicking between the woman’s companions. He did not trust that this woman might not be a danger. Bellamy would remain calm, attention focused on the woman before her. Years of experience told her that this woman wasn’t as open about her information as Bellamy had been with some of the other alphas. A note that she made mentally. She would not overthink, but there was a reason for that. Whether it was because the pack she had come to see was merely small, not ready to defend if danger came knocking, or if it was because they were actually the pending danger, she did not know. But assuming in and of itself could be dangerous. To make an enemy out of someone who might have left you alone otherwise was not something Bellamy desired. Ethne had enough to worry about without adding more to the pile. “An alpha should be determined, and remain as such in their time of power. To falter in that can invite trouble, or so I’ve seen.” Bellamy had noticed something else as well. While she had given her name, the name of her pack, this woman had given her own. All the more reason to be a bit guarded with what she shared as well. But she had given the name of the pack… Mirovis. The name wasn’t familiar to her, and raised no red flags. She gave a respectful nod. Thus far, they didn’t sound that far off from Ethne. But something in Bellamy’s gut told her to not assume blindly they were the same. The woman had merely said that they were a family seeking like minded wolves to join them, and stability. All packs wanted that. “Like Mirovis, Ethne was founded with the intention of giving my family a stable place to call home, when others had fallen apart for one reason or another.” A simple truth. “We are growing, and also seeking others who would join us. We tend to be more on the open minded side of acceptance, so long as you can contribute in some way.” More truths but, perhaps, it was best not to share just how open they were. Their members were not prepared for confrontation… many of them are not fully trained, not ready for danger. Bellamy’s heart panged in her chest. She needed to make sure they had that training. She couldn’t bear to lose anyone. “Ethne is far from here, across the Bifrost.” She would continue to explain. “...and a pack not seeking trouble, but will respond to any who wish to bring it to our doorstep without hesitation.” While her words remained calm, there was a promise in those words. Should any wolves show up at Ethne to cause problems, they would be met with fang and claw. Bellamy would lead that charge… and it would be done with the intent to leave a mark on those that would hurt or take from her family. “Something I hope your pack, Mirovis, understands. It is never easy raising a pack from the ground up, when others might be born with power at their paws. Others have to carve their own path.” Bellamy felt Whiskers shift next to her, the badger shifting against a foreleg in comfort. There had been a note in Bellamy’s vocals as she spoke those last words that the badger caught onto. Resentment. Even as Ethne’s Leader, Bellamy still had a bit of resentment for those who became tyrannical alphas because of their “birthright” or because they saw it fit to take from others. The badger just prayed the woman could keep her calm. For while Bellamy might have had concerns about the newest alpha in Boreas, there was no denying the maned woman had faults of her own. |
Bellamy has two companions - a Tasmanian devil and an American badger. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.