what language are you speaking? cause it sounds like bullsh*t
11-04-2016, 11:32 PM
Once the crustacean was consumed, she licked her lips and tasted her own blood on them. A tingle that always followed the taste of blood shot up her back and made her let out a content sigh. That was the stuff. Pulling herself to her paws, the pale woman stretched out her sore muscles and looked around the beach. She still couldn't smell too well, but her purple eyes soon locked on a darker babe with some pretty scars on her shoulder. Mm, what a nice refreshing view after her run in with claws. Lumbering slowly over to the stranger, her elongated tail flicked behind her as she came at the woman's left side. Taking a moment to take in her form and the scars at her throat, her head tilted to the side slightly. Those looked to be pretty damming marks, she wouldn't be surprised if she couldn't speak. Aww, what a disappointment. Well, she could be wrong and there was only one way to find out. Clearing her throat, she looked from the scars to her features with an impish grin on her face. "Tell me you left the other guy with some better marks than he left you," she said with a chuckle, seemingly at ease with a complete stranger. Her muscles were taunt though, she was ready to leap into action if need be. Part of her actually wanted to see how this girl fought, if she made it out with scars like those to tell the tale, she was either fuckin' lucky or really good. Rolling her shoulders, she openly looked the creature up and down. She always had a thing for wolves with darker pelts than hers, it seems. It was never really intentional, but it did make her laugh. Not a single wolf she had been with, besides her first lady conquest, had been close to her own spectrum of colour. Letting out something that was close to a purr, she slowly dragged her eyes back up to her face. Mercy didn't care what others thought about her. Even if she turned this scarred woman away with her openness she wouldn't be hurt. It was always more fun when they played along, and the scent of her own blood was fueling her darker desires. She was more or less always a horny bitch though, it was a craving that never seemed to be fully satisfied. Maybe she could even sleep with more woman than Gethin had, although she wasn't really keeping count. The pale beast faltered slightly at the thought of him, her lips tugging down slightly. He had to know that she was still sleeping around, right? It was too hard for her to be with just one wolf, it was something that she knew she could never do. When she wanted it, she wanted it. Often she found herself in a situation were it would go one of two ways, a good romp, or a fight. She liked both, so she didn't care in which direction the scales tipped. Focusing back at the task before her, she wondered if the darker lady would, or could, even answer her. She would just have to wait, but Mercy wasn't a patient wolf. I'll break down the walls, a high heel wrecking ball, and I won't let you tear me down, no "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.
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