Gotta stop holding me the way you do
12-01-2016, 02:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-01-2016, 02:04 AM by Mercy I.)
 She had been alone for so long that it was hard for her to remember others. Honestly her heart was filled with anger and regret, hoping that Revenge would show up so she could kill him herself. She was in heat as well, which only made her roam from one extreme to the next. Her last fight had been with Elias, the scarred man who offered his tail for her to bite. A smirk danced across her black lips, there wasn't a time that she could recall that someone had been so willing for her bite. Except maybe Gethin. Her pace slowed at the thought of him, her eyes looking towards the buffalo herd that she was stirring up for no good reason. He had been the only one who had put up with her in this long of a term -- besides her brother. She snarled at the thought of him, shaking everything way. She did feel bad though, he had told her that he loved her and yet she just... she couldn't say it back. There was no doubt that she had strong feelings towards him, something deeper than just sex and blood. But in all honesty she was afraid. Mercy didn't want her heart to be teared apart again as soon as she offered it, just like Revenge had done, like Kyarst had done. Everyone she cared about had just gone and left her. He may say pretty things like the fact that he was going no where, but how could she believe that? Her brother had said the same thing, that he would be by her side no matter what happened. And look how that turned out. Cursing under her breath her elongated tail grew ridged as it rose above her, the scent of her own heat nearly driving away everything else. But what was she supposed to say to the red eyed man? It had been hard for her to let him get this close, she had promised herself to never let anyone in ever again. And now? She couldn't drag him on, nor did she want to let him go. Agitated at the fact that she even had to make a choice, she wandered off from the herd. And then he entered her line of sight. Mercy's steps faltered as she saw Gethin ahead of her, his shoulders set in a way that she could tell he was irritated. Was that her fault? Maybe she could stir him up and get something out of her, she had yet to even get humped since she entered her heat cycle and hot damn did she want some tail. Gliding silently up to him, she matched his paw steps before lowering and wagging her tail, intending to spread the scent of her heat around him. Walking up to his flank, she leaned over and attempted to nip at his ear, a low chuckle vibrating in her throat. She could use the distraction right now, her purple eyes trying to meet his. They could both forget about their woes and just get busy. "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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