Gotta raise a little hell
08-25-2016, 08:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-25-2016, 08:39 PM by Mercy I.)
This time, he didn't let her walk away. He stopped right in front of her and growled, and she answered back with a roar of her own. Her lips pulled back from her teeth, her hackles standing end to end. His angry words fell on her like hail, hitting her body with each furious word. Now this, this is something she could handle. She knew what to do with anger, or at least what was going to happen. When he had finished his little story she got really close to him, swinging her lower half in an attempt to ram her right hip against his left flank. Violence, that is what this girl was all about. This time it wasn't for pleasure, but to try and quell some of the boiling anger inside of her. "I never asked you to keep me in a fucking cage, all I needed you to do was to show that you cared! You didn't even try to come and find me, Gethin, you just sat here and waited more me to find you. How should I fucking know that you even care about me if you don't even try to show it? You never tried to stop me, never tried to even ask where I was going! You just moved aside and watched my fine ass walk away from you!" she screamed, her voice very loud in their close confines. Her ears flickered as the buffalo before them grew unsettled, but she didn't care. "So why did you let me walk away, huh? If you cared so much like you fucking told me, you wouldn't have let me leave! I needed you to FIGHT for me!" Mercy stood there, her sides heaving, and grew silent for a moment. She hadn't realized it until it left her lips. She needed him to fight for her, to show her that he really cared. She was never one to believe in everything someone said, or even what she said sometimes. She was so used to playing games that sometimes she forgot what was real and what was a lie. But actions? Well they did speak stronger than words, and that is what she needed. The pale woman had wanted him to come running after her, that's why she left. She was testing him, wanting to test their boundaries. It was all such a new thing to her, that she wasn't sure how it all worked. Mercy was always one to push things, not having grown up in a very secure home life would make you that way. Everything had felt too fast and too perfect, and nothing like that ever happened to her. It was sure to break, just like everything else. Just like he had let it. She tried to hide the tears that gathered in her eyes, her complete and utter frustration making her feel like she was going to cry. This wasn't how she wanted it, or was it? Did she even really deserve happiness anyways? She was a pretty messed up wolf, and not much good had come her way that hadn't gone to hell in a hand basket. A shuddered sigh left her lips, her narrowed eyes looking the dark man up and down. "I don't even know what to call us! What are we? What even am I to you? Am I just another notch in your branch?" she spat, her elongated tail curling up and over her back. "Am I just someone to go and brag about, and then compare to everyone else out there? Cause there isn't anyone like me! I'm the only fucking one of my special fucked up breed," Clearly she was really good at thinking of words. Apparently fuck was a special one today. She snorted quickly though her nose, her sides hurting from all the yelling and growling. Once more she took a step back from him, her head swimming. "And maybe you were one of the things I was trying to figure out!" she tossed at him, her head shaking back and forth in quick succession. But not without affection, no not alone. And instead of wishing that it would get better, man you're seeing that you just get angrier "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.