Lean On

It was winter already. It was getting hard for Mercy to tell what day it was, or just how much time had passed since Imperium had fallen. She wandered away from the meeting, completely lost. She didn’t know what to do with her life now that it was gone. She knew that she was now free to stay with Gethin, but there was a part of her that had shattered in two. She had put her whole life into that pack, it was where all her ambitions and goals had been in. Without it she felt as if she had lost her entire purpose to live. There was no drive in her anymore, she was… empty. Generally she spent her time wandering around, not really knowing where to go. She didn’t remember when the last time she ate was, her ribs showing beneath her ivory pelt. The only reason why she knew it was winter was because of the scent of her heat that was following her around. She noticed that change, but that was about it. Still no snow had fallen, and she questioned her body. Winter’s here had never been this mild, at least not during her time here. A sigh slipped free from her mouth, and she paused at the base of a tree. Her tired purple eyes looked up at the bare branches, not even truly registering what was around her. Flopping to her side, she laid her front paws against the bark and just laid there, her elongated tail slowly thumping on the ground behind her. Mercy had half the mind to howl for Gethin, but couldn’t find the energy to do so. Closing her eyes, she thought back to their last conversation, when he dropped her off at Imperium’s borders. A small smile came to life on her black lips, the first hint of emotion that she had shown in a long time. Without realizing it, she slipped into a peaceful slumber, her last meeting with the brute playing on her eyelids.

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