Raining Blood
01-25-2017, 02:58 PM
Lately she had hardly been leaving the old Imperium lands, it had been her home for most of her life and it was difficult to change that habit. They had become her old stomping grounds, and the pale woman patrolled them like they still belonged to her. Mercy’s elongated tail was raised high, her nose pointing towards the sky. The sun was warm on her scarred back, a soft sigh leaving her inky lips. Again she was alone, but that was nothing different than her normal day to day happenings. Her life had been pretty uneventful as of late, which was odd for the woman. Usually she had someone barking at her heels for having pissed them off or something, but not lately. Perhaps it was because of her staying in only a few lands instead of wandering without a cause, generally it was then that she ran into other wolves. Some just didn’t understand her dry humor and silky words, but that didn’t bother her. She wasn’t made to be understood by all, only a select few spoke her language. Running her tongue over her lips, the tall wolf stopped as she entered the range. Slowly her purple eyes crossed the horizon, not really looking for anything in particular. She had long since given up the search to find her brother, it was a waste of time and energy. It was extra minutes she could devote to… what? Sulking? Snorting at the thought, she shook her head and cut across the dry field towards the odd building that was slowly crumbling into nothing. Without hesitation she jumped up on the hardened, wooden floors. Dodging the missing boards, she turned around and flopped on the ground, her front legs dangling over the edge. Resting her head on her paws, she watched two rabbits hop by without batting an eye at her. She could give them a run for her money, but right now that wasn’t what she needed. When one stopped to look over at her, she pulled her lips back from her teeth and snarled, sending it back towards its burrow. Snorting, she slowly shook her head from side to side. Dumb creature. If only it knew just how much damage she could do. To be honest, she missed fighting. Her body screamed at her in anger, her muscles tensing at the thought of it. Her eyes took on a darker hue, a wicked grin spreading across her maw. It had been quite some time since she had chomped down on someone real nice, her tail flicking behind her. Mm, maybe someone would come by and piss her off just enough that she could really get into it. Laughing in a humorless manner, Mercy waited, her eyes on the rabbit who had once again come out of its burrow. If no one came by, she had nothing against eating. |
Art by ARGENTICIDE
Mercy likes to swear and bite, and she can be unpredictable. She's not always nice, and is quick to jump into a fight. Thread at your own risk.
Mercy has a visible scar from her shoulders down to the middle of her back, in a v like shape. Not all of her art shows this.
Mercy likes to swear and bite, and she can be unpredictable. She's not always nice, and is quick to jump into a fight. Thread at your own risk.
Mercy has a visible scar from her shoulders down to the middle of her back, in a v like shape. Not all of her art shows this.