As You Build Your Dreams On My Shattered Hopes

My my, he was an angry little bugger, wasn't he? She snorted at his irritated posture, finding pleasure in the fact that this slave was annoyed by her existence. Her elongated tail quivered behind her in excitement, his words making her grin a toothy smile. "Only if you define yourself by your rank. I mean, I don't prance around claiming to be the best warrior there was... although I am pretty damn good," she teased, taking a step closer to the skinny male. Shrugging her shoulders, she tried to coil around him like a cat, tail trying to drag along his emaciated sides. "I have been here long enough to see slaves rise above their rank, and become trusted pack members. So while you may be just a Servus, its only a name, is it not? Valentine is a good, fair alpha, you can easily find your place among us." Mercy said softly, still trying to wrap tightly around him.

Mercy came to stand before him again, long pale tail trying to swat against his shoulder. "A good looking brute like you would make a fine member of Imperium, good breeding stock." She said with a sly smile, a small giggle leaving her lips. "You could always just stay in this rank and hunt for the rest of us, or you can actually make something of yourself." Shrugging her shoulders, she sat down, purple eyes inspecting his form. He was good looking, grumpy, and he had an attitude. She liked that. She also liked to push at others buttons, and he was making it oh so easy.

"Speech"