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She was waiting for her superman, so superman I became

bellamy



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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
01-24-2024, 03:17 PM


As Bae-Syl drew closer, the injured femme snarled deeper. He was close, too close, her gaze flashing with a mix of emotions. Pain, hurt, hate, sadness… and regret. Deep within her soul Bellamy did not wish to her life like this, to feel baked into a corner, to feel like every time someone marched against them it was life or death. But so much of her life had been just that, struggling to survive, watching loved ones, friends, allies die. Tears stung her eyes as she breathed heavily, pants escaping her maw as she tried her damndest not to round on him. To tear into Bae-Syl the same way she had lashed out at the raiders. Bellamy spun, grunting as the fire of pain flowed through her wounds. So much blood… a deep shoulder wound to match the one Ignis had given her. She stumbled, tail lashing.

“You don’t get it. You never will.” Another step, slipping in the mud as her mind continued to race. Overwhelmed… pain and rage mingling with anxiety, pain, hate… self hate… She took another step, and this time slipped to the point she crashed to the earth. The old wolf kept her ears pinned to her skull, eyes squeezed tight against the pain. The sound of smaller paws came from somewhere behind as Bellamy’s companions arrived on scene too. Whiskers went straight to Bellamy’s side, worry for the woman in the elderly badger’s gaze. “Bells…” Ears would slow near Bae-Syl, a sigh leaving him.

“This… isn’t the first time she lost herself in a raid.” The devil explained, lifting his gaze to the wolf. “The pain of her past haunts her… she is unable to consider such attacks anything short of life or death it seems…” A heavy sigh. “Under King Acere, she maimed a wolf in a raid he also did not want such retaliation in. The life she lived… makes her guarded…” His gaze trailed to her, ears falling. “...and the loss she faces… makes her more desperate not to lose anyone else. No matter the cost to herself…” It was a sad reality. Bellamy was willing to become hated, a monster, if it meant that focus was taken away from her loved ones. A last desperate and twisted attempt to keep them safe.

"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.




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