If You're Gonna Lie

*Mercy II* · 04-21-2020, 09:37 PM

So this was the famous Battlegrounds. Her white toes curled around the dry dirt, narrowed eyes sweeping the copper smelling landscape. It smelled like war, making her shiver in the most wonderful way. Mercy had heard that this was the place to get into a fight -- friendly or not. She rolled her shoulders expectantly, brushing up against her teeth clad collar that sit snugly around her neck. It had been a good while since she was able to sink her teeth into someone good, and it was about time to get back into it. What better way to make her mark on this land if not in blood? It was the best way, by far. A smirk cracked her lips as she walked deeper into the land, humming softly as if she were skipping in a field of flowers. Too bad that this was neutral ground, it would be quite the place to settle in as a home, watching the wolves come and fight each other. She would never be bored, that was for sure.

Stretching herself out, Mercy found a good spot, lowering her haunches so that she was resting close to the ground. The muscles in her frame still remained coiled, ready to jump to the ready if need be. These were dangerous lands for a loner, she knew the laws of the land, and that she could be claimed. Well, attempt to be. She couldn't help but chuckle at the thought, it would be a welcomed challenge, that was for sure. Purple eyes peeked up at the night sky above her, stars just beginning to appear. Did wolves even venture out here this late? There was only one way to find out. Her jaws parted as a summoning call sounded, asking for an opponent. There was a quiet demand in her voice, an inkling of the prowess that she was. A warning, maybe, that she wasn't one to really go easy. Practice, yes, but spilling blood was all she needed, no matter how she got to that place. Hungrily she licked at her lips as she lowered her head, expectant eyes inspecting the horizon.

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If You're Gonna Lie

Kara

Mercy II