Well, That Happened

Bellamy · 07-24-2022, 03:31 AM

The woman had dug out a den for herself Gavroche and their companions after finding an abandoned badger set in the Orchard. It had taken most of the day, and she slept like the dead after all was said and done, but once the woman awoke she found herself feeling restless. She couldn’t place her feeling on why exactly, but something seemed to cast a shadow over the day… Bellamy didn’t like it, at all. Despite her mate doing his best to reassure her, cuddling close and talking to her throughout the daylight hours, she couldn’t shake that damned feeling something wasn’t right.

Excusing herself from the den, with clear instructions she needed to be left alone, the woman went off into the night. She kept walking, not focused on a particular destination, with the hopes that maybe the consistent movement would help distract her troubled mind. But the walk didn’t help soothe her either. No, the feeling grew stronger… and what made it worse was the feeling that the woman was being watched. No, not just watched, Bellamy realized, she was being hunted... and that was a feeling she knew all too well.

Bellamy’s fighting instinct flared to life as the fur on the woman’s hackles raised beneath the snow leopard cape she wore. Usually, she would be able to take on an opponent head-on… but whoever was hunting her at this moment had yet to make their presence known. Were they testing her? Were they waiting for the opportune moment to strike? Bellamy’s claws dug into the earth as her mint green gaze swept the area. Her breathing came faster… they were alone, right? What if there were more of them? What if they tried to get into the den when she wasn’t there? What if…

Gods above!

Bellamy spun on her heels, preparing to make a beeline back to the den to check on Gavroche when she saw them.

Beady black eyes of the bear she had come to face shown with intelligence as the beast peered down at the wolf. It wasn’t fully grown but even still it was larger than Bellamy herself was and, as it raised up on hind legs and pulled back its lips in a wicked grin it became even taller.

“Oh fuck me…” Bellamy breathed out in a curse as she drew back. She’d seen bears before, sure, but never up close and personal, and this one looked ready to tango. Right now she was seriously wishing Ears and Whiskers were with her. This thing was going to be hell to chase off… and even then they were going to have to hunt it down and kill it if they were going to have any peace. Nox only knew how long the brown beast had been watching them…

“Indeed.”

The bear spoke.

It fucking spoke to her.

Bellamy felt her heart hammering in her chest as she slipped into a defensive fighting stance. This was bad, very, very bad. Normally wolves took on a large predator like this in a group and here she was alone.

The bear didn’t give her much longer to dwell on the fact she was alone as it let loose a deafening roar. It felt as if the very ground beneath her paws was threatening to give way as it finished and dropped back to the earth.

Then it charged.

“Oh shit!” Bellamy jumped off to her right, narrowingly dodging the bear as it barreled past her. She grabbed for her dagger, ripping it from the sheath as she kept it firmly held in her teeth. So… how the hell was she supposed to attack this thing? Hitting an opponent head-on had always been her thing, and overpowering them… lot of good that was going to do against a damn bear, though.

Bells kept her tail tucked, not wanting to leave anything up and in the open for the bear to potentially snag with those claws of his as she rounded back towards him. She was going to have to try something different than what she normally did. The sharped bone dagger in her maw she sought to run up alongside the beast. She’d have to keep moving and pray to the Divinities her stamina could outlast this thing.

Her first attack went off without any snags. She managed to get a nice long laceration along the bear’s side though that naturally only pissed it off. He rounded on the woman, swinging massive paws towards her. Had her tail not been tucked it would have undoubtedly been caught as another close call in the swipe moved past her rump.

Bellamy rounded again, coming to face the bear once more. She could feel the adrenaline rushing through her body as she tried to repeat her tactic. She’d be moving a lot more than the bear would, if she kept this up, but… what choice did she have? If she didn’t chase it off now, injure it, then it might make Gavroche or one of their companions into a snack. She snarled at the thought.

Over. Her. Dead. Body.

Bellamy danced inward again, maneuvering around the bear’s swipes and jaws as she cut into its side again. And again. And again. Blood glistened in what little moonlight made its way through the trees on wherever it had fallen; the bear, on Bellamy, the grass, her blade…

The minutes ticked by… and felt like hours.

Days, even.

Bellamy had managed to avoid serious injury though she hadn’t managed to completely avoid the bear as she fought. A hefty back swing from his paw had brought the woman crashing into a tree with a yelp. Thankfully the idiot was foolish enough to give her the time to get back up. Cocky, perhaps.

Bellamy stared it down now, body aching. She was definitely going to be bruised in the morning.

“This way!” The sound of another voice filled the air, catching the bear’s attention. Other voices could be heard in the distance along with the first and Bellamy lifted her ears slightly. Perhaps she wasn’t the only one who was being hunted tonight.

"Sorry to disappoint you,” The bear rumbled as it glanced at Bellamy. “But I’ll kill you another time, perhaps.” And with that the beast took off. As suddenly as it had been there, it was gone.

Bellamy stared after it with disbelief.

What… in the name of the Allfather had that been about?

She padded to where her knife had fallen, her mind whirling.

Okay… so fighting bears sucked.

Fighting psychopathic, “intelligent” bears sucked more.

At least she had figured out the upper limits of her own abilities… but right now wasn’t the time to dwell on all that. She really didn’t want to be around when whoever was tracking that thing passed through. She just dealt with a fight, the last thing she needed now was to be social with strangers.

Knife wiped down and secured Bells slipped off into the night with one major question on her mind; what the fuck was that?

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