Times Have Changed

His snort just made her grin, she was special. Just in her own odd little world. She didn’t really think of herself as better than others per say… okay maybe a bit but it was more that she valued strength. Scars were to be worn with pride, and those that pissed her off would feel her wrath. Or maybe it was just all a ruse to spill blood. She mentally shook her head, she wasn’t evil in the true meaning of the word. Dark, yes, but not evil. She didn’t go around killing others, in fact she had never taken anyone’s life. Some body parts and lots of blood, but she wasn’t about to go on a murder spree. Her anger was a ticking time bomb, and there were lucky ones like Lykos that she had more patience with. However, she did not appreciate his silence. Too often had she been left in the dark with the very few wolves that she held dear, and she wanted answers. Now.

Mercy wasn’t blind to the confliction in Lykos’ gaze, and honestly she couldn’t blame him. He was trying to figure out where his loyalty lied, but she didn’t have the best track record with family. Screw them, obviously his mother hadn’t been strong enough to fend off even one trespasser. No one had come after her, not even the boy before her. He wasn’t exactly a boy anymore though. She stared at him as it went silent, waiting for some answers. She wouldn’t push the matter -- not just yet. He was obviously searching his brain or reliving what had happened. The fact that he was here and no one else was had to mean something. It was her turn to snort when he said that a lot had changed, that was fucking obvious. But she bit her tongue, letting him push out what he could. Her head tilted to the side the more he went on, her black marked brows pulling together. Avalon wouldn’t let him leave? Why? She actually forced him to stay in the pack? And his brother the same? An unfiltered growl left her mouth, her lips curling back from her teeth. "Well then, fuck them. They obviously don’t care about you if they just packed up and leave. Why are you showing loyalty to a family who doesn’t even care about you? The fact that your mother made you stay here when you asked to leave is absurd. No one owns you OR your freedom, Lykos. So use your balls and grow the fuck up. This is the real world kid, shit changes and family sucks ass. Don’t let them drag down your potential." Mercy sneered, her elongated tail swishing behind her. He knew that she held no value in family, but she just couldn’t wrap her head around why he hadn’t just let them move on. It was pretty clear that no one cared about him, and Kharnage had said himself that he didn’t like Lykos, that he was the odd one out.

Righting her head, she remembered something. "Your brothers have little faith in you too, by the way. Kharnage told me some interesting things, said that you were parading around with your head high because you were heir. I thought you told me that you didn’t want it?" There was no accusation in her voice, she knew how things could be blown out of proportion a few times. She just wanted the straight story instead of all this ‘he-said-she-said’ bullshit. She have been a bit harsh with him, but she didn’t like to sugar coat anything. So she sat there and observed him, more than prepared if this came to a fight. She didn’t think it would, they had bantered like this before, but she never knew.

"SPEAK"