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Bellamy



Haydée

"I'll Rise Up"

Vedia
Sage

Master Fighter (320)

Master Intellectual (305)

An icon representing the specialty Bard Bard

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
952
size
Extra small
build
Balanced
posts
313
player
Hermes

ScarredDouble MasterRapid Poster - SilverSamhain 2022
06-15-2023, 09:26 PM
Grief is a strange thing. The days following the discovery of her father’s remains were hazy and Haydée cannot, for the life of her, pin what exactly she had done. Tears had stained her cheeks often and the small girl remembers breaking down into full-blown sobs a few times but beyond that… nothing. With the murder of her sweet, gentle father, the young Heir has seen a new side to the world and she finds herself despising it. Eventually, the tears had stopped and, in the void that her father’s presence left, young Hay has something new.

The grief has stripped her raw, left her soul on full display and all she can truly understand these days is pure, unbridled rage. Training has taken over every moment of her waking hours as she focused that anger, sharpening it as she readies for the day that they will track down her father’s murderer. That is what she is doing, at the top of the falls, when a call rings out from the border. Immediately, her fur bristles as the first emotion that slams into her is to urge to protect.

However, her mother’s call for her has the small girl smoothing her fur down and shaking out her coat. Damn it all. She is supposed to be keeping up with her training on what it takes to lead the pack but, since her dad’s murder, she has allowed herself to slip into a dark well of anger and hate. Shit. Beating a hasty track down the falls, the young Heir speeds toward where her mother and a stranger await. Paws slow as she hears her mother’s voice speaking to a stranger and Haydée takes a deep breath, settling a pleasant, friendly mask over her exhausted features.

As her mother finishes talking, Hay appears and trots up next to her where she pulls to a stop. Looking up at the tall yearling, she cracks a friendly, warm smile and says, “I am Haydée Kedieo. Bellamy’s daughter and Heir of Ethne.” The manners her mother had instilled in her are on full display as she finishes her introduction with a respectful bow. Straightening up, the girl lapses into silence, content to sit back and watch the interaction.


"Haydée Kedieo"

"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”
Haydée has a male northern cardinal named Chanson and a female fossa named Manon. They are always close by.