Last Arrow in My Quiver
11-05-2016, 02:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-05-2016, 03:14 PM by Mercy I.)
No matter where she went or what she did, it was nearly impossible for her to not visit the knolls. It had been such a huge part of her life that it wasn't easy to let it go. She let out a sigh, watching as it fogged before her. The familiar bray of the buffalo filled her ears, not even making her twitch at their powerful bellow. She still remembered the first time she had seen them when she was a pup, how massive they had seemed then. She had avoided them at all costs back then, but now they were the ones who avoided her. Some snorted at her as she walked by, stomping their hoofs on the trampled ground blow them. But she didn't flinch, cutting her way right through the middle of the herd. They were nervous, but didn't seem to be overly worried by the pale wolf just walking through them. They could easily turn her into mush if she tried anything by herself. Mercy's slightly longer tail brushed across one of their legs, just so she could watch it scramble back slightly. Such large, overwhelming creatures, but she knew how to run them after years of calling this place her home. But she wasn't in the mood right now, an odd melancholy mood dampening her spirits. Her ears were slightly pushed back as she made it to the edge of the herd, continuing to walk up the nearest hill. The memory of just how tall they used to be flashed across her minds eye as she made it to the peek, twisting around to look back out across the herd. They munched on the dry grasses as the sun began it's decline, the first hints of pink taking over the grey-blue sky.
The scarred woman sighed, her breath puffing out in a cloud as she sat on the lip of the hill. Her ail curled around her at the chill of the descending sun, even though it was about an hour or so yet before it would be fully dark. A few of the strongest stars could be seen in the sky, but her eyes seemed to be blind to it all. She wasn't really paying much attention to anything at all, as if in a trance. It wasn't something that happened often, but she missed the days on Imperium and often came here to reminisce. If she closed her eyes she could still smell the scent of all the wolves around her, the most dominant belonging to Valentine. It had been where she first met Kyarst, when he awoke the true masochist within her. When she turned on the very woman who had brought her ear, and battled a trespasser who just slid across the border without care. There were a lot of things that had transpired here that had awoken the beast she was today, stripped the very last sense of her innocence. She smirked just thinking of the word, was she every truly innocent? As a small child, perhaps. But her eyes opened quickly to the pain that was laced through this life, the feeling like she wasn't good enough to keep her parents happy. And then the abandonment of everyone she had ever loved, steeling her already pretty solid walls around herself. Revenge... She nearly spat thinking of his name. If she ever saw him again, he would have a lot of explaining to do before she tore out his tongue. How dare he do what he had done to her, leading her to believe that he had loved her as much as she cared for him? But she wouldn't simply leave without a word, not for this long. Her once still lips quivered at the thought, and she forcibly pushed them away.
She needed a distraction, fast. Already Mercy could feel the impending doom try to weigh down on her, but she wouldn't let it control her. A snarl ripped from her lungs as she stood, huffing into the silent evening. She could run at the buffalo, but that would be stupid. Looking around, she desperately sought something to occupy her mind.
"SPEAK"
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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.
11-05-2016, 12:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-05-2016, 12:44 PM by Elias.)
Prey in Auster, just as he expected, had been much healthier than what they'd left behind in Boreas. He was not quite sure why the northern most continent was doing so poorly, having only just arrived here at the turn of summer to autumn, but for curiosity's sake- the beast found his restless limbs moving back up to visit the knolls where he'd had his first hunt in these new lands. He was eager to discover if any changes had been made to the lands now that the season was coming to an end, though he had little hope that it was. He could not deny his fascination with the active volcano that resided to the northeast of the knolls, but he would not force his sister to remain on lands that were not fruitful.
No surprises awaited him here in the knolls with the buffalo, they were still frail and scrawny and hardly holding enough energy to fight with the white wolf that seemed entertained with mildly harassing them as she split the herd. It made him smirk, as he was the one that was usually out playing with his food in the sanctum of his own privacy though he'd managed to catch another doing so, though as he watched he noticed she didn't seem to hold an appetite at all. She was just bored. When she climbed to the peak, he felt as though perhaps his silent observation of her was a bit intrusive. She clearly seemed bothered, a snarl ripping out of her throat toward a silent sky at dusk certainly attested to that. He flicked an ear as his interest seemed to grow; it was always nice to witness a little bit of overrun emotions in strangers. It made him and his family seem a little less.. like a horror tale. They were not the only sufferers in their lifetime, they were not dramatizing their pain, others felt it too. Though, he was assuming an awfully lot from a woman he'd only watched for a few moments.
Heavy paws further embedded the autumn grass, yellowed and dried, into the ground the buffalo seemed to have beaten and broken it into- the giant was moving through in the echo of Mercy's trajectory through the buffalo herd.. though they had already been through this, their annoyance was growing. They bellowed and moved with a bit more animation about them, getting out of the way of the colossus as he calmly waltzed up the throne that the white queen sat upon. A hardly charming grin exposed the red gums and yellowed teeth of his smile beneath his marred lips and snout when he was just a few feet from the wolf as pale as a corpse. She was delightful up close, her own scars earning a glance over from his burning ruby gaze before they stilled on her stare of amethyst.
He would test the waters of her patience, moving to meet her level on the peak she stood upon just inches away from her warmth without saying a word. As if mockingly, he would attempt to brush his tail against her chest if she did not move away from him much like she had done to the buffalo. He recognized the danger of playing with fire, but that was precisely why the brute chose to play- the thrill of him tempting her snapping jaws would certainly cure both of their needs to occupy their minds. "Bored?" Gruff voice, low and holding just a hint of rasp hallowed his vocal chords as he twisted his body around to let his face and chest face her, assuming she'd not already bit the bait that his tail had provided in his little teasing gesture.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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