If You're Gonna Lie

*Mercy II* · 04-25-2020, 12:57 PM

It took very little time for her call to be answered, a younger female entering the scene. A wicked grin curled upon her lips as she rose to her paws, spacing her legs an equal distance apart as her weight shifted across all four limbs. Her neck lowered as her chin tucked towards her chest, feeling the pinch of the teeth on her collar. It wasn't hard to set her defenses as she kept her now narrowed eyes on the other, appreciating her opponent. It was almost too fitting that a very pretty, albeit younger, female was the one to answer. It was clear on her features that she was enjoying the view, gaze running across the others form with a soft hum. This was going to be a fun challenge, spotting the elongated fangs that rested in the other's maw. A bite with those were sure to draw blood and hurt like a bitch, the thought making her shiver in a delicious manner. This truly couldn't be any more perfect, that was for sure. Ears pulled against Mercy's head, her lips curling upwards to expose her less impressive set of teeth. "Can't wait, beautiful," she purred in reply to the other's words, thankful that her opponent seemed to take no shits and wanted to get right into it. Fine by her, she was just as eager to shed some blood.

She wasn't wrong it would seem about her partner's idea of jumping the gun. Without hesitation, the other charged headlong towards Mercy. Rolling her shoulders forward, she welcomed the charge, not even trying to escape the slam against the front of her leg. It would most likely bruise, but the first brush of impact was just what she wanted. A sultry purr left her snarling lips, nose pointing downwards towards the smaller girl. She shifted her weight towards her own left, feeling the other wrap her limb around hers. Her superior weight was able to maintain her position, not allowing her balance to be upset. When the other went to bite her though, she was almost willing to just stand there and let it happen, wanting to feel the bitter sting of those fangs in her flesh. Shivering at the thought, Mercy tilted her head towards her own right and towards her opponent, jaws parting and attempting to find purchase at the base of the others neck. Hopefully she would be able to not only maintain a good grip, but also taste the sweet metallic flavour of blood rushing into waiting mouth. Focused on her own attack, she forgot, or cared not to, dodge the girl's bite. She could feel those fangs slice into the side of her neck, just shy of where her collar sat against her skin. A delicate moan followed the red hot flash of pain, her body shaking in near ecstasy at the feeling. It had been far too long since she had felt the sweet sting of pain, welcoming it with open arms. She was so hung up on the feeling that she didn't dare attempt another move on the girl, hoping at least that her bite would land. A mark for a mark, it was only fair, right? A completed transaction of bloodshed, and perhaps of blood lust. Despite her greater size and stature, Mercy put nothing off. She wanted to be hurt as much as she wanted to inflict pain, not caring who won or lost, just needing to simply feel alive once again.

Mercy vs Banshee for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked leather collar
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: N/A

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If You're Gonna Lie

Kara

Mercy II