This had gone on long enough.
After the meeting of the packs Bellamy had returned back to their pack only to find that Raiders had come to collect Gilgamesh. Of course they had - Ethne had been trying to find the man aid, more concerned about making sure he lived than trying to chase down the child that had seen Saga strike him. Bellamy knew they could have sent another, but with tensions so high between their packs she did not think it wise to send anyone to contradict what the boy had seen. They likely weren’t going to be believed anyway, given the circumstances.
Admittedly, Bellamy didn’t agree with Haydee’s choice on things, retaliating against the raiders with such violence in the second raid... but she wanted to support her daughter. During the raid itself she reacted with anger, thought nothing of it. But so much bloodshed... had it been worth it? It made her reflect more and more on the type of leadership she had inspired in her children. And that, in truth, wasn't Hyadee's fault. It was hers.
Bellamy wasn’t from these lands, had never been raised with the idea of leading in mind. Perhaps that was the reason why she couldn’t understand why the wolves here would fault the leader over the individual who had done the act, and seek retribution from them. As Bellamy gathered the herbs that Lucette and Mélisande had used on Gilgamesh, Bellamy knew that what she was doing would be frowned upon by her children.
Gilgamesh hadn’t been interested in her atoning for what she’d done, and insisted that Haydee go to apologize. Bellamy had tried to de-escalate things, but instead he had turned on her daughter while her back was turned to attack her. Saga had reacted faster than Bellamy had, but she couldn’t blame her daughter for reacting as she had. She felt sure that if it was another pack their members would have done the same, but she supposed that didn’t matter.
She didn’t love the Raiders. No, she still wasn’t quite sure why they had brought children to the first raid at all, had no knowledge of any deals between their packs. Bellamy was only going off of what she knew, and she knew this had to end. She wasn’t sure if she could be the one to stop it anymore, or if war breaking out was the only solution. But fuck the woman was going to try. She was going to do what she should have done in the first place, despite what Haydee and Acere had told her.
Bellamy was going to the Raiders.
She made the walk with her companions, both quiet. Bellamy didn’t expect civil behavior when she was to arrive. She expected to be met with maims, if not a force claim because of all this. Bellamy told no one, not a soul from Ethne that she was leaving. Her family would not agree, but enough blood had been spilt from both sides, hadn’t it? Maybe becoming a martyr would end this. Not that Bellamy thought she was justified in any of this.
The whole thing was her fault to begin with.
This was merely an attempt at trying to mend things. Bellamy would not fault them for their anger, nor for any blood they sought to spill from her. After what had happened to Gilgamesh, his actions provoking the reaction or not, they deserved some justice.
Setting the bag of herbs down and taking a few steps away Bellamy sighed.
“If they claim or kill me, you are to leave and tell Saga what has happened, and express my desire to NOT be rescued, do you understand?” She is met with a sorrowful gaze from Whiskers who merely nods in quiet response. Bellamy turns her gaze back to the land of the raiders…
…and howls for their raid queen.
"Speech," 'Thought.'
Berserker
