love is definitely NOT in the air
05-25-2016, 11:16 AM
Well well, this was a lot different than her usual haunts. Mercy's tail swished side to side as water dripped off her damp coat. She licked at her lips, cleaning off the bits of flesh that still lingered there. She had found a poor little boar who got stuck on this island, and she turned it into a tasty little meal. She was no longer as thin as she had been, fat hiding her ribs from her flanks. Gethin had been doing his best to fatten her up, but she could take care of herself. Even though her pack was gone, as well as her way of life, she was still a strong woman. Her muscles rippled beneath her pale coat and her elongated tail wagged slowly behind her. The smell of her heat was her only constant companion, her nose wrinkling to try and pick up any other scent through it. She didn't fight too hard though, she was enjoying her little bit of time alone. Even though she longed to be with the gray male again, Mercy needed to keep moving. She couldn't keep sitting and moping about the loss of her pack and drive, she needed to get off her ass and find it again. She planned to head to the battlefield soon and dare a stranger to take her on, it had been too long since she had been in a spar. As a warrior she needed to keep herself in shape, even if she no longer had a group of wolves to protect. Fighting was one of her sole purposes in life, and she wasn't going to let it go that easily. So deep within her thoughts, she didn't notice the male in front of her at first. She took a few more steps before her purple eyes saw the brightly coloured stranger. Blinking rapidly, she paused as her head tilted to the side. She took in her downwind position from him, using it to her advantage. Mercy was able to study him for a moment, taking him in. He was a small little thing, really small actually. She was at least 14 inches taller than him, which made a large smirk tug at her lips. She was short compared to everyone in Imperium, she had almost forgotten that she used to be a lot taller than the average wolf in Ardent. This male was pretty much her point and case. Chuckling smoothly to herself, she stepped through the multi-hued sands until she was about a foot behind him. Trying her best to be sneaky, she leaned forward and attempted to place a quick nip on the left side of his rump. Quickly taking a few steps back, she looked down to smile at the tiny male. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were a tasty little boar." She said in a playful tone, her chin tipping towards her chest. Mercy was usually a frisky little thing, being in heat elevated that. |
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.
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.