#belladrabble

[bloodknightrosalie]

We had agreed it would be simple enough. Mitz and I had fought before, and thought we would have made a strong fighting force of two short people in heavy armor with axes. We'd head over, since we had intelligence saying a Noctem member might be there, and check the scene out. The last time we'd seen any of this nefarious group they'd been a laughing stock. We were able to rescue a prisoner without so much as distracting them and asking nicely. Four of them were no match for eight of the Cross. How difficult would one Noctem member be for two small juggernauts?

When we arrived, we immediately saw one, with the iconic blue cloak. A female pandaren, not seeming to have seen us yet, stood behind one of the large trees nearby. She didn't look like much of a threat. Nothing really stood out to me. I immediately drew my axe, readying for the charge. As I began to run, adrenaline fueling my step, I hear the goblin I had with me utter something, but I was already in the fray. If I took her out fast enough, I could deal with the chagrin of not listening to him when we were done.

I swung my heavy battleaxe, but the pandaren dodged with relative ease. She teased me, giggling, but I was too infuriated to make out what she was saying. Without letting her finish her sentence I swung again and again, the witch back-stepping. Faffing around enough, I cleaved into her leg. The gash didn't seem to do anything to her and she laughed at my attempt to harm her. With a maniacal grin she took a dagger she had sheathed and stabbed me in the arm, finding a weak spot in my armor. She took the dirk to her lips, tasting my blood on her blade, and looked down at me with a demon's visage.

I couldn't relent. I swung my axe, sometimes landing a grazing hit, but the pandaren was at least much faster than I was. Even if I did manage to hit her she seemed like she enjoyed it. I looked behind me to see where Mitz had run off to, to see him behind me, fighting off a blue-cloaked worgen. That's when the fear hit me. What if there were more of them? What if these two were the two members that weren't jesters? I look back to her, and her grin widened when she saw the fear that was likely still on my face.

The pandaren took her dagger and said something, pointed it to her chest, and dug it in as far as the pommel would let her, causing her to erupt with a sensuous moan. It rang throughout the trees and in my mind. As she did that, my heart slowed. I could count each time it beat.

I thought of my usual last ditch efforts, the vials of blight on the inside of my armor that I had spent so much time trying to find a cure for. I should have coated my blade before the fight, but with how she didn't seem affected by anything I did, it likely didn't matter. My hand rose to my chest and I tapped my armor. My fingers grasped for something... anything I could use, but at this point I had no strength left. I fell to my knees, then to the forest floor, the vials breaking under my weight, the contagion seeping into my skin...

I vaguely heard the worgen speak and the pandaren whine as I heard voices over the guild's comm and the flapping of wings. Hoisted from my position, someone carried me off as I faded away. I could only dream I'd meet my ancestors in death.

[bloodknightrosalie]

Bella's greatest fear was loss.

She first lost her freedom when her father forced her into the military. Being a bright-eyed child of wonder, whose free-spirited mother was the one home more often than her father, being forced into an unknown and unfriendly situation wasn't something the girl took lightly, and she rebelled whenever she could, just to try to get a little more freedom back.

She then lost her homeland, as most elves of Quel'Thalas did. Bella was expected by those around her to adapt to life in an unknown settlement without her newest sister by her side (whom she had bonded in recent years at that time). Bella refused to stay, taking a young man's word that they could fix her home and revitalize her daughter without a second glance.

She lost her mentor, the one who accommodated her to her new life and took the time to teach her, in her own way, the skills needed to survive in 'the real world' (versus the more luxurious life a higher-status elf could be anticipated to have). He gave her the belief and willpower to achieve her dreams (while mostly achieving his plans). Through this, she lost her other main support- her partner and best friend.

Nowadays, Bella is no longer afraid of loss, she's afraid of control. Her being controlled, her controlling too much, the regents of the land becoming power-crazy. She's seen the use of control in frightening ways, and thus, after losing nearly everything, is now afraid of losing control of herself, others, controlling too much, ect.

[bellaandfriends]

   For the first time in ages, it seemed, Bella went out to the beach to train. Myr lit up the beach with her soul-flame’s glow, becoming quite bright in the light of the moon and stars. Bella watched as the Chandelure investigated some Corphish on the sandy shore.

   “Watcha doin’, Myr? Them guys’re sleepin’. Best not wake ‘em, eh? Ain’t too nice,” Bella tiredly warned, watching the water Pokémon more than her own. Within a few moments of saying that, the purple soul-flames grew until Myr shot a Flamethrower out of her mouth-area, missing the two now awake Corphish as more a sign of messing with them than wanting to cause harm.

   Bella frowned and  got in front of the Chandelure. “Hey, now, what was that for? There’s rocks all over th’ place to practice your Energy Ball on.” Bella and Myr looked back towards the waters. “Mi’ht as well jus’... Calm our Minds.” Waves lapped over her bare feet and rolled up pants legs.

   The two watched the moon sink slowly over the horizon, and once light started to fill the lower parts of the sky, the woman returned her ghost Pokémon and returned home to sleep.

[bloodknightrosalie]

♔ – White King — What is the biggest sacrifice you’ve made? from akumazoku-emberfury

Bella thumbed the note mindlessly, and she leaned back in her chair. Biggest? Longest? Oldest? Most expensive? She couldn't find a straight answer, at least, until she thought a little harder.

"I've spent too long in a place I've never called home," she admitted, placing a pen in her mouth, chewing the end anxiously. She pulled it out only to speak. "This place has been my prison, and even though I'm starting to like the city, I feel it's more like me convincing myself, 'Oh, it's not that bad,' when it really is."I'd think my heaviest sacrifice is serving the Knights, and yes, I know I complain about them all the time, but it's either me or other shopkeeps, and they don't deserve it. I honestly don't mind bookkeeping, but laundring and shipping and smithing and kicking people's asses isn't my thought of fun. It's becoming increasingly tiring, the upkeep, and Light only knows how long I can continue."

Bella sighed, stilling her pen-chewing. She doodled something down to relax her heart rate.

[bellaandfriends]

"It's not fair!" Bella shouted at the top of her lungs. Heads turned, birds fluttered from the eaves of houses, and the small town fell silent. The small youngster was angry, on the tips of her toes, and not getting what she wanted. "I'm ten, dad. TEN! I can handle a Pokémon, let alone go out on an adventure! You let Aluca go," she spat her sister's name as if it were poison. "She's halfway to the League."

"Isabella, Bella, dear," her father said in a calming voice, rushing to meet her. He put a hand on her shoulder. We just... we think it'd be best if you stayed a while longer. Read up some. Spent some time with the professor's Pokémon, you know? You're not exactly... at that point to take care of yourself, yet."

"No! No more waiting! No more... babying me, dad! The legal law says I can go on my own when I hit ten years of age," she said, shrugging off his hand, which he tried to replace only to be met with more resistance. She wandered to the route gate, giving him a stick-out of the tongue before venturing onward.

"Bella, wait!" Her dad ran after her, stunned at first from shock, but he ran with a great amount of quickness right after her. The Ilex Forest was dangerous and known for children getting lost inside.  The overgrown trees provided a dark canopy, allowing only a small amount of light from the midday sun to seep through. He called after her. "Bella? Bella! Where are you?" He was still young, but not as young as he once was, and continued onward.

He came to the end of the forest, no light remaining from above, and he entered the forest exit station, talking to the officer behind the desk. "Have you seen a small girl run through here?" Bella's father was tired and sweat-covered, his button-up shirt drenched.

"Your kid? No, I haven't seen her at all today. I'll let you know if I do see her, though," the officer said. Noting the worried expression on her father's face, he continued. "Did she run away again, Loran?" With his nod the officer reached behind him and handed her father a bottle of water. Condensation wiped off on his hand. "Here... you look partched."

He took the drink with a nod of his head, thanking him and drinking the entire bottle in less than a minute. The man gasped for breath. "I'll be back tomorrow... to let you know if... I've found her or not," Loran offered, looking up at him. He head back out into the forest, only wanting to find his daughter in one piece.

[bloodknightrosalie]

3. What sort of relationship does/did your character have with their family?

“I suppose I’ll start with my father...” She sighed. “Might as well get him out of the way first.  He did what most parents should do: He pushed me to do my best.  What he didn’t do was allow me to follow my dreams, in which I in my childhood and adolescent years hated him for. Other than that, he wasn’t that great a guy. Looking back now, he only took in my mother to have something to control, and when she died, he just picked up a new girl. I can only assume that was the same thing that happened when Aluca’s mother died.”

“My mom? I suppose my biological mother, and not my younger or older sisters’ mom? She was a half-elf, and I don’t even know if he really loved her, or he was ‘on the rebound’, or what, but she never backed away from him and took his side on every fight.” Bella shrugged. “She was a nice woman, but wouldn’t stand up for me when I needed her.”

“My older sister, Aluca, I suppose would be my greatest rival. She’s what my parents moulded me after, and she’s the one I strived to be and beat as I rose through my training. However,” she pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts. “she’s always been there for me. She was there to put me in my place when my pride was out of control, there to save me from meeting my death at the hands of her order, and there for me when I nearly killed myself due to... eh, stupidity.” She blushed sheepishly.

“My littlest sister, Suuri, is really the one I know the littlest about, really. She was held in high esteem by our father and his third wife, for she had a strong talent for the arcane. She died when the scourge came through, and we couldn't save her. She actually held them off for a short amount of time so the rest of the area could evacuate, but she never got through the portal, as far as I know. I saw her risen, only recently, as a Death Knight. That bastard Arthas had put her through enough grief... but I hardly know her now, or what she does. She’s still my sister in any regard.”