i should wear your old red dress
12-12-2015, 09:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-12-2015, 08:21 PM by Evelyn.)
To her a season was just that, a season. For a girl so young she really didn't have much of an appreciation for the smaller things, instead her focus was stolen away to be the best she could ever be. She constantly battles with her inner self to simply be better than everyone else, stronger, faster, and all of that competitive crap. She had a habit of pushing herself to get to the next level, often pushing those who tried to get close away from her in the process. Besides her brother she didn't have anyone else that was close to her in her life. Well, maybe Valentine, but was that relationship not strictly... professional? With a giggle she shook her head, perhaps humping wasn't the most professional of relationships. But there would always be that touch of power in there... whatever it was. He was her alpha, and she was his warrior. It would never be able to be a full level of friendship, at least in her mind. He was the final say all, and there was no doubt that he was the more dominate one. Someone like Mercy didn't mind being... dominated... once in awhile. But yes, her relationships were very much a power struggle for her, and she always wanted to come out on top. She wasn't the best at friendships. With a sigh she made her way up one of the Knolls, heavy white paws sinking into the ground with each step. Her nose wrinkled upwards, and she lifted her paw and shook it to get rid of the mud that tried to cling to her white coat. Gross. That was one thing she really hated about winter, it would snow, and when it got warm and melted, everything turned to goo. She disliked the way that mud squished between her paws and got everywhere. But it was fun to throw at others. Purple eyes scanned the horizon, not really looking for anything in particular. It was rare that she was even in the pack lands for this long as of late, she had been going out on her own a lot. Finding fights, and others who were turned on by the spilling of blood. Winter also meant thst she was in heat, the scent of her season thick on her plush coat. That only made her more driven to bite and draw blood, only to rub up against each other after. Macabre paintings. The dame grinned, a wide toothy one as she reached the top of the hill. Eyes landed on the brown beast who settled there, his eyes closed as he looked upwards. A slight breeze ruffled her fur as she eyed him, her head tilting to the side. She didn't recognize him by sight or smell, which was pretty rare. While Imperium seemed to be one of the most popular choices for a pack, it wasn't often that she ran into others that were new. Plus with a feast being held not that long ago, she had been sure that he hadn't been there. Ah, so fairly new it would seem. Her elongated tail stirred the air behind her as she just watched him, silently moving her rump to the earth. "New blood, mmm?" she said at last, a single black marked brow raised. |
Art by endless-adventure
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.