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Little Talks [M]



Mercy I

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Heavy
posts
452
player
Evelyn

Famous
03-20-2016, 09:14 PM (This post was last modified: 03-20-2016, 09:17 PM by Evelyn.)



Mercy's tongue lapped at his blood that poured from his shoulder, it's coppery taste filling her mouth. She licked her chops then, savoring the flavor that was uniquely him. Her energy spiked with the smell of his blood now in the air, the taste of it filling her very being. Her purple eyes took on a whole new light, shivers racing down her form. Now this was her kind of partner, one who could dish it out as well as take it. His teeth cut into her own flesh, her head shooting back as a louder moan vibrated in her throat. She quivered when she felt her own blood being spilled, the sharp rasp of her tongue sending her further into ecstacy. Her need for him grew, her gaze burning for desire for this monochrome brute. Her lips smacked together as she looked back down at him, leaning forward to send a shower of nips across the line of his jaw. As her need grew, so did the speed of her movements. Her chest pushed against him harder, a sharp gasp leaving her mouth as the fresh wound bumped against his form. She craved more pain, more touches and more blood. To say that Mercy was fucked up was an understatement, there really was no word for the girl.

A sharp growl left her maw as the rest of the world fades away, until it was only the two of them. All over thoughts left her mind ad Gethin entered it, longing for his teeth once more. Stretching her neck passed his she aimed to place a few harsh nips to his scruff, pinching at the flesh and aiming to draw a bit of blood with each bite. As much as she wanted to tear into him, there was a more reasonable part of her thst knew that that could kill him. Her breath came out heavy and hard as her tail curled upwards, the length of it making the tip of her tail tickle her back. The scent of their blood now filled the air, but instead of the usual snarls thst joined a battle like this, there were only moans and groans. Lust. Need. Desire. Mercy felt them all, as well as some darker feelings.


"SPEAK"

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.