Bellamy did not know how long she had laid there for before a voice reached her ears. It was cold, masculine… Had Erebos come to claim her soul? Eyes flickered open, the world around her fading back into existence as her eyes adjusted once more from a field of black. No, she realized. This was not Erebos, nor any of the Divinities for that matter. The male before her was a stranger, one who wore a cloak upon his form. Her own cloak had been left behind, still within the bowels of the ship from when she had taken her leave earlier. Bellamy’s ears flicked a bit, wondering if he would help her, or if he was one of those wolves who would simply end the life of another just because it was laying there. She didn’t even raise her head, only her gaze lifting to him.
“Hey.. Sorry, not the best… company right now.” Bellamy tried to force a smile. She felt like shit, and for sure looked it as well, but she would not ask a stranger to help her on her own. It was something that would need to be offered, if it was at all. “Not sure if you’ve run into any giant worms throughout the lands… Met a fire one that was pretty pissed off.” How many had it killed? Injured? Bellamy let out a sigh, grunting when she tried to shift her body.
"Speech," 'Thought.'
Bellamy has two companions - a Tasmanian devil and an American badger. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
Berserker
