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The sound of a heart shattering is the loudest thing you'll never hear

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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
07-15-2023, 11:58 AM

Bellamy had tried, tried so desperately to hold herself together. She had thought seeing little Gavroche in Ethne’s lands would soften the blow, had been telling herself it was mercy, any thought, any lie to ease the pain. But just as Bellamy had worn herself thin in trying to protect the pack when the tiger crossed into their lands… Bellamy was faltering. The nightmares grew worse, and with her children moving to their own dens she found herself more often than not waking from goreish nightmares of her mate.

Once more Bellamy stopped eating. The smile she had been trying to wear slipped and faded. The light in her eyes had gone from one of hope to one distant and glazed. Bellamy’s patrols had become more of aimless walks through the territory. She had gone from trying to reach out to her children, to supporting them, to turning inward. She cried. When she tried to rest she could not stop the horrific images of her mate’s fate from entering her mind. It no longer mattered if she was awake or sleeping… She could not escape her heartbreak. Bringing the killer to justice was an empty feeling… It wasn’t going to bring back her tiny winged mate.

Bellamy lost herself. She had banished both Ears and Whiskers from the den when she was there, and refused their company… In time her walks through the territory lessened, and the majority of Bellamy’s time was spent at Gavroche’s grave. She couldn’t process that he was gone. That such a sweet creature had been stolen away from his loved ones.

That morning’s weather certainly wasn’t helping anything. Thick, dark gray clouds had been persistent over the continent and as Bellamy lay curled at the base of the grave a steady rain hit her coat. With the coming of spring, grass was starting to grow over Gav’s grave. She had even found some flowers to place there, not that the rain was doing them a big favor after being picked. Bellamy hadn’t moved for hours since coming to the grave. There was no energy, only the feeling of emptiness. Being in Ethne was painful… but she couldn’t just walk away from her family. Their family. Bellamy closed her eyes, a soft whine leaving her lips. She needed Gavroche more than ever… only this time… he couldn’t come save her.

"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.