California Dreamin'

*Mercy I* · (This post was last modified: 03-23-2016, 10:54 AM by Evelyn.)

She just sat there, not daring to even look up at him. A part of her thought that he would just slip away, get up and walk away from her forever. She didn't want that, not one bit. But it was hard to imagine him staying. They had had a wonderful night, and then the damn dream had to come and ruin it all. When he scoffed her ears pulled back, thinking that that was his dismissal of her. She heard the sound of his paws on the soft earth, she swallowed hard. But then she felt his heat beside her, and his muzzle reached over to right her own. She quivered at his soft touch, slowly opening her eyes to gaze at his blood red ones. She looked from eye to eye as he spoke, a small smile pulling her lips upwards. Blinking rapidly to shake a few more tears away, she shook her head from side to side slightly. "You're amazing, you know that?" she whispered, searching his face. She had never been one to believe in fate, not at all. It would not be fate that she would thank for her meeting Gethin, but the joint joy of fighting and bloodshed that they shared. Without that, she wouldn't have met him. Mercy would not say that they were meant to run into each other again, but once more their shared interest. They were just too much alike to keep apart, and that was something she could believe in. This very odd, quiet man seemed to know just what to say.

Gethin asked how it had happened, and she let out a sigh. "The healer who looked me over hadn't been able to determine the exact cause of it. She said it was from an injury, but whether from too many injuries in the same place, or just one bad one, I don't know. They had all closed up by the time I sought her out, so she wasn't sure. Either way, it would seem that it was my obsession with fighting that did it. I still have my heat cycle, but nothing can every come of it." That is how the healer knew that she wasn't born barren, otherwise she would never have had her cycle. She huffed, ears laying flat against her head. "There are a lot of pups running around in my pack, and for the first time ever I feel... jealous. I never thought I wanted that at all, not after hating my parents so much," she said with another sigh. "Maybe I just think I want it because I can't have it..." She mused. Blinking back into focus, she laughed softly, pulling her head back so that her chin was tucked into her chest. "Sorry for all of this... this wasn't really the way I had wanted to wake up. Last night was just so perfect, and I had to go and shoot that all to hell." Mercy said, rolling her still damp purple eyes.

"SPEAK!"

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California Dreamin'

Mercy I