Back Again
05-27-2016, 09:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-27-2016, 09:39 AM by Mercy I.)
She hardly ever wandered North, but it was all she had been going lately. Mercy could hardly stay in one place for too long, the loss of everything had made her feel so very vulnerable. If she stopped for too long all her nagging fears came back to her, driving her near breaking point. Imperium had been her life, her drive… everything. The reason why she fought, and why she had tried to better herself. She had had two apprentices and she really had begun to care for Lykos. He was such a good kid, and to not have him with her hurt more than she cared to admit. Mercy now had no ambitions, no goals. Imperium had been all those things to her, and now she had nothing. She kept forgetting that it was winter, even up in the north there was hardly any snow. Only the scent of her heat told her of the season, the stench of it following her everywhere. She was still somewhat emaciated, although Gethin had been forcing her to eat. She had let herself go after the meeting with Cascade and the others, not really knowing what to do with herself. Hunting was too much trouble, and her skinny form showed just how long she had been starving herself. It wasn't really intentional, she didn't have any thoughts of dying. Feeling really fucking depressed? Yeah. But she didn't want to end her life, food was just… not really something she had thought about. Mercy let out a sigh, her elongated tail swinging behind her as she walked through the trees. The constant pestering sounds around her drilled into her tired brain, putting her in a rather foul mood. She let out a growl as her ears pinned back to her skull, and the dame turned to leave the noisy woods. That is when her purple eyes caught sight of someone she never thought she was going to see again. Her whole body perked right up as she looked at Lykos, a smile slowly cracking open her black lips. Letting out a joyous yip she took off towards him, skidding to a stop just in time. "Lykos!" she exclaimed happily, not believing her dumb luck of finding him hear. She bent down and nuzzled behind his left ear, which is when she caught wind of his scent. Gone was the smell of Imperium, the faint smell of another pack clinging to his fur. It smelled like Avalon and several other wolves, but wasn't strong yet. Mainly his own unique scent was what she detected. Shaking her head, she pulled back and realized his sour disposition. "What's wrong?" Mercy asked, her smile vanishing at once. She would ask about the new pack later, although she was slightly hurt that he had moved on to quickly. She had no idea that Avalon had claimed a pack of her own, she had been deaf to the world for awhile. "SPEAK" |
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.