your eyes are the size of the moon
08-19-2014, 11:16 PM
It worked! Her prey was down, rolling on the ground in pain. Giggling she pranced over to his fallen body, bringing her form to stand on top of him. "I win, I win!" She called, striking a little pose on top of his fallen form. That is when she looked down, seeing that his tongue had fallen out of his mouth. Oh no! She was only playing, but was he really hurt? Tilting her black marked face the girl flopped to her belly, still on top of the male, and crawled closer to his face. Reaching out a paw, she poked the fallen man's cheek. "Mister, are you dead?" She whispered, jabbing his cheek a few times with her paw. Well this was no fun! She went out and killed the first wolf she saw. Huffing, Mercy laid on her side as her purple eyes watched his face, waiting for him to wake up. Her gaze roamed down to his pink tongue that was resting on the ground, and poked that with the same paw. Pulling it back sharply with a yelp, she let out an ick sound and shook the slobber from her pure wet paw. That was nothing like she had thought it would be, it was icky. But... she wanted to touch it again. Wiggling her form closer, she laid her paw pads on his tongue, wiggling it back and forth as it got covered in icky wolf slobber. Speech |
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.