Started Out Clean But I'm Jaded [AW]
09-02-2016, 06:20 PM
She gazed at the chewed up shit at Karabela's paws, her nose wrinkling in distaste. What the fuck was she doing in this odd thing anyways? And of all the wolves that he could have run into, why on earth was it her? She would have taken a dead puppy over this bitch. Deep, deep down inside, she knew that she was probably overreacting with her anger towards this woman. But she didn't care, and she wasn't one to share either. She had finally found someone in that stupid siege to fight and she jumped in! As if she wasn't able to hold her own, this tramp just had to walk up and jump in on it. Greedy little whore. And to top it all off, she was acting all sweet like nothing had ever happened between them. The courage she had, picking on her like this. Mercy's lips curled upwards at her comment, her hackles raised along her spine. "Now why the fuck would I want to do that? You ruined it for me!" she screeched. Okay, so she was acting like a child. But she didn't care, Mercy was not to forget and forgive. This wasn't something that she was ever going to forget. Sure, it had been Abaven's siege, but they called on Imperium and they had pretty much done all the fighting. They had fought it for them, the weak little things couldn't even stick to their guns to chase scary Mr. Sin away. She had won in a fight against him, kind of. But Karabela was in a league of her own.
Her elongated tail flicked behind her in irritation, before curling up and over her back in a dominant posture. She wasn't keen on fighting in the belly of the rock thing, but she wasn't above it. She had been longing to tear into this woman for quite some time now, and she couldn't carry this vendetta forever. Or could she? Probably. It wasn't like she hadn't done it before. Her purple eyes were narrowed, but her unease was still knotting her belly at this thing. Growling, she took a step back, looking around her. "What is this anyways?" she wasn't really asking Raba, not at all. Simply... speaking out loud. Regardless of everything else going on, she had never seen anything like this before and she wanted to know what it was. And how it got here.... and what all this shit was. There was just too much going on, making Mercy stomp her left paw on the cold ground to try and gain some control over them. A hollow sounding bang followed, making her nearly jump, literally. Her eyes grew wide, and she looked at the ground she was standing on. Okay, what the fuck WAS this?
"Speech"
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.