Last Arrow in My Quiver

*Mercy I* · 11-05-2016, 02:13 PM

It would seem that her wish was granted.

Mercy watched as a large male cut through the buffalo much as she had done moments before, smirking at the way they seemed far more irritated with him than they had with her. Keeping her violet eyes trained on him, she watched from her advantage spot. It was interesting to see that he was making a beeline towards her, and she took the moment before he arrived to take him all in. Her eyes roved over him in a greedy fashion, taking in the scars on his face and his blood red eyes. They were lighter than Gethin's, more piercing as well. She noticed more scars on his shoulder, wider than any claw mark she had ever seen. A flash of jealously coursed through her, but she shoved it aside. She had always adored the look of scars on wolves, the chiseled and rough look that they gave the wearer. It spoke of a history of fighting, whether it was a win or loss she didn't care. She always believed that scars should be worn with pride, not hidden away in shame. They were marks to show that you lived, you fought, and you protected yourself. Her mind flickered to Karabela and how she had insulted the mark across her back, but it was something that she held a lot of pride in. Who else faced a tiger and got away alive? Sure, she had lost but... she had still done it, and at a pretty young age too.

The gray and black male strode right up and over to her, not even hesitating as he crossed into her bubble. She sucked in a breath between her teeth, a hissing noise following. She wasn't used to others being so upfront, it was usually her job to cross borders and get right up in others faces. But he didn't even hesitate, flashing his teeth which made her hackles stand on end. A single brow rose in a taunting matter, she wasn't scared. If he came all this way to fight her she would happily oblige. It had been awhile since she had a good fight anyways. The strange male crossed in front of her, dragging his flecked tail across her chest. Humming, her lips peeled back as she too easily took the bait, aiming to lean down and snap her jaws closed over the fluffy appendage. If she was able to latch on, she didn't plan to release him any time soon. Looking up when he asked if she was bored, the girl let out a playful growl and wrinkled as she tried to pinch his tail even tighter between her teeth. Bored until he showed up, that was for sure.

After a few moments she let him go, drawing her head back to toss him a wicked grin. "I was, Mr. Dark and Mysterious," she rumbled. It would seem like her trend of darker pelted males kept on going. He was about four inches taller than her, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. Imperium had been made up of giants, and she had to slowly come to terms with the fact that she was no longer the tallest wolf around. Rolling her shoulders forward, she let her gaze sweep across the burly man slowly. It was obvious that she was appreciating the bulk of his muscles and the size of his scars, letting out something that sounded like a rumbling purr. "And who the fuck do you think you are, just marching right into my space, mm?" she asked, her lips flicking upwards as she bared her teeth at him. There wasn't a lot of anger in her voice, perhaps only a touch. Was he underestimating her prowess, thinking that she wouldn't do any damage to him? Or was it damage that he was looking for? A delicate shudder ran down her body, subtle enough to not be noticed. She had grown lucky that Gethin had been down to play along with her love for blood and sex, but it looked like this bad ass came up here looking for it. Interesting, she had landed herself quite the big fish.

"SPEAK"

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Last Arrow in My Quiver

Mercy I