ardent

World Weary Heart



Mercy I

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Heavy
posts
452
player
Evelyn

Famous
08-18-2016, 11:56 PM

It was odd to be here. After everything that had happened on these knolls, she felt a little bit lost, like she didn't belong. Without the scent of Imperium around her, it almost felt like she was walking into unknown lands. Her ears were against her skull as she slunk in, her belly almost brushing against the ground. A sick, twisted feeling pulled at her gut, and she felt like she was going to be sick. Swallowing hard, she slowly made her way up to the top of one of the hills. The herd of buffalo that lived here were still around, picking away at the lush summer grasses. Seeing that nothing else was around her, she relaxed slightly. Raising to her full height, she sat rather uncomfortably at the peak of the knoll. Her hackles were slightly on end, her muscles ridged as she tried to find a comfortable place. It just felt... wrong. Without Valentine, Cascade, and everyone else, it just wasn't right. This had been her home, the place where she had grown strong and learned so much about both herself and others. Was her brother still here? She hadn't seen him around for a very long time, after so many promises of always sticking together. A low whine slipped passed her lips, her head hanging lower. She missed this, missed her pack and her brother. The sense of family, something that she had been longing for. She had left Gethin's side because of that, because even with him, she still felt like a part of her was missing. Ever since Imperium had fallen, a piece of her died with it.

Mercy sat there until the sun started to dip down the sky, and only then did she begin to relax. Sliding down until her stomach was against the still warm earth, she tucked her left paw under her and let out another sigh. Her purple eyes watched as the buffalo started to bed down, the young in the middle of a large group of adults. She blinked slowly, fighting sleep as the stars began to shine above her. It was hard to calm her thoughts, but soon enough her exhaustion got the best of her. Without her consent, her eyes finally closed, and she slipped into a peaceful darkness.

"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.