Lean On

Mercy had never been a kept woman. In fact she was never the kind who looked for that in a relationship. Yes, she wanted to be cared for and looked after, but she was a very independent woman. She took care of things herself and she was damn good at it. So even when Gethin pushed away her advances to force her to eat, she felt like a child. Her long tail lashed out behind her in irritation, but she thought back to how he lunged forward when he thought she was falling. He was not doing this because she was not able to do it herself, he was doing it because he was worried about her. Plus, the thought of food suddenly had her stomach rumbling up a storm. Plus he was right, they would need some fuel for their ever burning fuel that devoured everything else. Gethin told her to wait there, which was a lot easier said than done. When he walked away, she automatically stood up and took a few steps after him, before she realized what she was doing. Pausing mid step, she let out a soft whine and watched him disappear. She longed to go with him, but in her current state she would only slow him down. He didn't tell her to wait because she couldn't do it, but because he was worried. She had to keep reminding herself that as she tried to sit down.

As soon as he was out of sight, she found that she was having a hard time staying still. She started to pace back and forth, following the strange path carved between the trees. Her tongue flopped out of her maw, her steps growing faster as she waited. Mercy felt like she was forgetting something, like something was missing from her. She had no idea that her connection was that strong with him, but it literally ached in her chest. She stopped, looking up at the dark sky above her. Why was she so afraid of all of this? It scared the shit out of her, if she was being completely honest. It was troubling how fast this had turned around. Mercy didn't have enough time to think about it, as Gethin walked into the Orchard dragging a doe behind him. Her tongue snaked across her lips, saliva pooling in her mouth at the scent of fresh kill. He told her to eat her fill, and only then would he have her again. She let out a snort, trotting over and tearing into the still warm flesh. Without hesitation she ate her fill, blood coating her muzzle and chest. She licked her chops again, looking up at Gethin. She grinned, blood dripping from her teeth. Anyone else would have run for the hills at that sight.

Now that her belly was full, she moved away from the deer to see if Gethin was hungry as well. "Thanks, babe," she said with a lopsided grin, tossing in the name for humor's sake. That, and to see how he would react. Her tail wagged behind her, once again flooding the area with the smell of her season. Her head tilted slightly to the side, her purple eyes searching his features. "Now, can the real fun start?" The last time he had not been able to hold himself back, but this time she wanted to taste his blood. A single black marked brow rose, challenging the male before her to make the first move.

"Speech"