our hearts just get dissolved

The menace, the possession, it's something that brings a grin to Mercy's face. Imagine actually liking your brothers? If someone had told her they'd encountered Rip, she'd probably apologize. Annoying fucks. Maybe she'd eventually grow to appreciate them, like Ravana seemed to. "Zagan," her tone is a little lilting, a little sing-songy. Rocking over her paws as the words fall from her lips. "It's okay, I'm the coolest one." Other than like, her mom. And grandma. The whole line of badass women, but Mercy would settle for being the coolest one of this generation.

Bristling, she feels Ravana's teeth connect on her crystalline scruff. The fur is thick and sharp, though the sting of the bite cuts through. Good, they're really playing now. Muscles flexing, she grounds herself, not allowing the heavier girl to take her to the dirt. Using the close quarters to her advantage, Mercy strikes out with her foreleg, attempting to scaffold up and pressure Ravana down instead. Her teeth are working overtime, snapping wildly-- it would look disorganized as an attack, but really, it's a diversion. Whether or not they find purchase is of no consequence to her, and to her plan.

"speech"