Fructus Gravis [Mercy]
03-25-2017, 11:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-09-2017, 01:13 PM by Mercy I.)
Well, she wasn't wrong about her being aroused. It was more so a constant state with Mercy, the scent almost constantly clinging to her pale fur. At this time when it had been this long without a good old fashioned dicking, it was even more apparent that she really needed to get some. The taller woman could be a good companion for the day, but she wasn't going to force anything to happen here. Besides, she was going on about some true home or something. Oh, so is that why she talked a bit odd? She was overly formal with her words while Mercy was a lot more... common. It did capture her attention though, true home. Imperium had been her true home, but it just reminded her that nothing lasted forever. Wolves left, constantly abandoning her to be by herself. But instead of walking around with a giant stick up her ass she just bit into complete strangers. Ah, what a fun way to heal. "Are you not from Ardent originally then?" Mercy asked casually, not really caring if she got a straight answer or not. She wasn't going to pry into someone's life, that was far too much effort anyways. "I had a home, at one point in time. But, it seems like others have a habit of pissing off and leaving me by my lonesome." She shrugged again, not really caring. Okay maybe a bit, but whatever. Licking her lips in a bitter like manner she let out a huff, rising to her paws and shaking out her coat. "So here I am, I guess. Just kind of go where I please, packs weren't really my think, not after the one I was in fell apart." Since Imperium she had had very little interest in joining ranks with someone else, no one was like Valentine had been. Mercy realized she was rambling, tossing a small apologetic smile towards the stranger. Nope, she wasn't bitter at all. When she offered to go exploring with her, but her fancy manner of speech made her snort a little bit. She wasn't used to hearing words put in that way, it made her feel like a bum on some dusty road or something. "Mercy Guerrero." The pale woman offered, looking once more at the valley below them. Well, if she wanted to lead the way she would follow her down. She wasn't used to doing this and felt like she would just fumble around uselessly. |
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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