Last Arrow in My Quiver
11-10-2016, 01:29 PM
An odd mix of lust and anger coursed through her body, even though this bastard had pissed her off she still wanted to see just how hard he bit. Her elongated tail lashed behind her like an angry cat as a snarl ripped free from her maw. Her blood pumped faster through her veins, her instinct telling her that she was going to get exactly what she wanted. A slow smile replaced her angered look at his words, a laugh bubbling up from her belly. "Can't a girl express emotions without attracting someone towards her? Or was I simply too alluring to pass up. Mm buddy boy, did all your other bitches run off at the sight of your pretty scars?" She asked in a sickly sweet tone, batting her lashes at him in a innocent fashion. There was nothing angelic about this dame, but she was very good at acting. Chuckling again, her head raised as she seemed to size him up. While she was impressed by what she saw, there was almost a superior way that she gazed at the stranger. It wasn't that she thought she was better than everyone else but... well she was up there. Mercy's mind was a strange thing, she knew that she was fucked up but she also liked to think that she was... what? Stronger than others? Maybe it was just the fact that she knew how much she was messed up and owned up to it. She also liked to piss others off, getting a reaction out of others was oh so amusing. It entertained her on days when she got bored, or on nights like this where her emotions fought to get the best of her. Not now, not with this tall glass of distractions before her. Another chortle left her lips when he said he didn't like the word dumb, but this time there was no humor in the sound. Her shoulders rolled forward as she bared her teeth in an angry smile, her tongue flicking out to lick over their smooth surface. "Daring, I will take that one. It takes some fucking guts to strut up here like that, you're one lucky bastard to have met me," she said in a low voice, eying the distance between them. Her muscles grew taunt under her fur, the desire to bite into his flesh again growing as the seconds ticked by. She needed his blood, the primal need making her ears twitch on the top of her head. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into... or did he? She gazed at him with narrowed purple eyes, a new appreciation to them. He knew exactly what he was doing, didn't he? Her toothy grin returned, a deeper bellow making her head shake back and forth. Clever boy, playing right into her paws. His next words only affirmed her thoughts, the fact that he was hoping that she had some bite in her. Oh damn did she ever, and he was about to find out just how hard she could chomp down. She watched as he dropped into a fighters stance, excitement making her pupils dilate as the breath hitched in her throat. It was so on. "Bring it," she whispered, saliva dripping from her exposed fangs. -fight starts below- There wasn't much room between them, about three feet. (Distance agreed between us) Mercy didn't move an inch, relowering her head until it was in line with her spine, her tail raising to do the same. She was as straight as an arrow as her ears pinned back against her head, violet eyes remaining narrowed. Her toes flexed, spreading apart as her black nails dug into the knoll below her. She rolled her shoulders again, tucking her chin tightly against her chest. Legs were set an even distance apart, aligning her with her shoulders and hips. Her weight spread across all four limbs equally, a perfect example of balance and poise. Mercy's lips pulled upwards in a snarl, the loose skin around her eyes bunching up to further protect them from an incoming assault. She was more than ready, standing very still as she waiting for him to make the first move. It didn't take too long before he barreled at her, her muscles bunching in preparation for their ultimate collide. The larger male's jaws opened and aimed towards her muzzle, but she wouldn't allow him such a valuable hold so early on in this little game of theirs. If he wanted a kiss, he would have to ask nicely. Dropping her upper half towards the ground with her rump remaining in the air, Mercy's forelegs slipped forward so that the top of her belly nearly brushed across the grass. She avoided his jaws, but knew that her position was a dangerous one to keep for too long. Quickly the woman sought to rise back up onto all fours, her head twisting to her own left as she shot back up. Her jaws parted as she aimed to clamp down on the man's throat, her top jaw aimed for the right side of his neck, just below where the right side of his jaws met. Her lower jaw was aimed to shut down on the center of his throat, hopefully pinching tightly and gaining a hold on such a valuable position. She was exposing her own neck in the process, but it was a risk she was willing to take to feel his blood run down her face and throat. At the same time her right front leg rose, attempting to snake it behind his left front leg around his ankle and pull her own limb back against her chest. She was hoping to completely knock his left leg off the ground, disabling his balance and making it easier for her to overcome the larger male. Her weight shifted towards her left side to make up for her tripod stance, her tail flickering behind her to aid in her balance. She was showing no mercy and going right for the good stuff, as she often did. ------------------------------------------------------------- MERCY vs ELIAS for DOMINANCE Round 1/2 "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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