Last Arrow in My Quiver

*Mercy I* · 11-06-2016, 12:14 PM

The pale woman's eyes flashed towards his crimson ones, seeing the fire that burned within. Her own closed ever so slightly, her face more of a mask than she had intended. She knew that she should be more critical about a man who walked up and just offered his tail as a little chew toy, but she was too pleased by it all to linger on it too long. Her body was still taunt though, she wasn't completely relaxed. He was a lot bigger than her, but she was not an opponent to over look at all. The more heavy-set woman was used to pushing her weight around, her muscles well defined around her feminine curves. Mercy was the perfect mix of prowess and an elegant lady -- although there was nothing lady like about her attitude. A low growl rumbled in the strange male, and she met it with her own. It was an odd encounter to say the least, but maybe she was given a treat after years of the shit she had to deal with. Her salmon tongue flicked out to lick at her inky lips, which then flipped back up to her ever toothy grin. But it all changed the instant he opened his mouth.

When he called her dove, her entire body froze as her head slowly dropped to grow level with her spine, showing off her raised hackles. Wrong move, buddy. Her nose wrinkled as a true growl left her maw, anger making her gaze stone cold as she glared at the beast before her. "What the fuck did you just call me?" she asked, all notes of her flirtatious mood fleeing. She was all anger, it practically pulsed off of her in waves. The woman had been called dove before, as she was nearly pure white. But she hated the nickname with a burning passion. Doves were often seen as a sign of hope, of peace. They were weak prey animals, not worth of being used to describe her. Her name may be Mercy, but she didn't have much within her. The world was a cruel twist of irony in her eyes, she had worked hard to prove that her name didn't define her. She changed her last name because of the despise she had for her weak ass family, even though it was a name that fit her well. Destruction. The fiery woman's ears twitched when he spoke more, drool dripping off her exposed fangs. She remained silent for now though, wanting to hear if he had any more petty names for her up his metaphoric sleeve.

He instead offered himself for her to scream at, which made her falter slightly. Her growls stilled in her throat, swallowing to cut the sound off. Her once pinned ears flicked back up to the top of her head, confusion drawing her brows together. Scream at him? She was so wrapped up in her anger that she wasn't thinking quite clearly, trying to figure out what he meant by that. Fight him? While he had said that she was inviting, she was quite the opposite. That insinuated that she was warm and welcoming, which made a rather dark chuckle leave her mouth. "I'm not what you think I am," she said with a low growl, taking one step towards him. "I would advice you against pissing me off, I'm not all bark," to put more emphisis on her words she opened and snapped her jaws shut tightly. The little bite on his tail was only her opening act, a little love nip if you will. Mercy liked blood, and to bite deep into another wolf's flesh. The fact that he pissed her off only put more fuel in her fire, the need to pull his blood to the surface growing in her. She was quite the vindictive little bitch, but she had long since grew to terms with it. There was no controlling her madness, not now and not ever. Eying his already scarred shoulder, she wondered if she could add another pretty arrangement to it. She quickly tossed her gaze back to him, eyes narrowing further into tiny little slits. He had asked her who he thought she was, but she had skipped over that and focused on the 'dove' part of his speech. "I think you're one dumb bastard for strutting up here and offering yourself so freely to me. Do you like to toy with random strangers to see just how much pain they can inflict on you? Cause trust me, dumb shit, I bite a lot harder than that."

Who ever said Mercy was nice?

"SPEAK"

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Last Arrow in My Quiver

Mercy I