Gotta stop holding me the way you do
12-01-2016, 11:59 PM
 He sat there in complete silence while she screamed at him, a statue to her rage. It almost made her even angrier, wanting him to react in some way of form. Anything was better than just sitting there and staring at her, it made her hackles rise. She could see that his muscles were tense, but so were hers. She wanted to walk over and bite into his fur, to tear into his skin until she got some kind of reaction. But even when she spun away from him and massacred a patch of grass, nothing. Facing away from him, her sides heaved as she took in short, shallow breaths. Her anger was red hot and ready to burn. A shuffle of paws sounded behind her after a moment, her ears flicking back to listen to the sound of him breathing. Was he just going to walk away from her, or did he have shit to say as well? It didn't take long for her question to get answered, and she snorted when he said that he didn't want any of those things. Her shoulders grew ridged the more he spoke, jaws working as she retained a small ember of her rage. She had admitted that she was scared, but so was he. As much as she wanted to peek back at him she refrained from doing so, eying the destroyed grass at her paws. She growled when he spoke about how he was worthless, her fangs baring even though her back was turned to him. Mercy went to speak, but she didn't have time before he came in front of her and met her gaze. She stared at him with the molten purple stare of her own, grumbling as she let him speak. He asked something that made her stop for a moment, her body freezing. When was she going to see him? It went over her head for a moment, but when it sunk in after growl rumbled in her throat. "You don't think I fucking see you when you follow me? You're pretty shitty at hiding your scent and I wasn't fucking born yesterday. If you were useless I wouldn't keep coming back, would I?" she spat at him, raising to her paws as her anger got the better of her again. She felt like she had hit rock bottom, once again having a fight with this man over their relationship. "I don't know what else to give you! I don't know what to do other than what I have all my life. Even with others who cared for me I still went of and did my own fucking thing because that's who I am. I can't change just because you feel like you don't deserve me. You've got it pretty fucking backwards buddy, you deserve worlds more than me! I am the shittiest bone in the pile and it was me who got stuck in your throat. I can't give you anything more because I am so fucking broken that I don't even know how many pieces there are," her jaws snapped shut as she quivered, her head shaking back and forth. He had it wrong, he always had it wrong. He needed someone better than her, hell anyone was better than her. She couldn't say that she loved him, she couldn't give anyone that power over her anymore. She would snap if she was torn apart one more time, and she wanted to hold onto the thin shreds of humanity that she still had left. "I do see you, Gethin. I may not always thank you, or tell you I fucking care about you, or do what you want me to do but I see you everywhere. You're always in my head to the point were it gets annoying as shit. I can't fucking do anything without your face showing up in my head. Do you know how fucking hard it is to concentrate with your ugly grey mug floating around in my head?" Mercy asked, snarling as she raised a foot and stomped it on the knoll like a child. "Did I give you the wrong fucking idea when I poured out what's left of my goddamn heart and soul to you? What more do you want from me, Gethin? You've bled me dry! I have nothing left to give you." "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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