taste my beating heart...
11-02-2014, 08:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-02-2014, 09:02 PM by Mercy I.)
The child followed after the smaller woman, still quite shocked that she far dwarfed the woman. As winter was approaching fast, so was her first season. And yet she stood at just about 38 inches tall, still slightly clumsy on her large paws. She was good in keeping pace with Dione, although pleased that she stopped to walk at times. Mercy had not roamed to this part of the world before, and her purple eyes moved to and fro to take everything in. She was so absorbed in the land before her that she just about ran right into the green lady, able to stop just shy as Dione told her to wait here. She nodded her head, still slightly confused at who this 'sand man' was. Was he another wolf that belonged here like Mr. Red? Such silly names these wolves had! Shaking her head, she went back to looking around. Although it was dark, she was aware at how different this place was from the home that she once knew. It was so vast, and green. The colours of Autumn were well known here, and the pup had lost herself in such pretty things. Well, until Dione came crashing in with a rodent in her jaws. Mercy blinked up at her with wide eyes, taking in the grin and the mouthful of blood and fur. Her ears pinned back against her skull, swallowing hard against the fear that stirred in her belly. But Dione had promised to take care of her, so the girl knew that she was safe. She was called to move once more, and letting out a small whine the young girl walked, paws screaming at her by this time. So much walking! She just wanted to be done. But the smell of the pack was strong here, she hadn't picked it up at the border but did now. She was still learning things like packs and smells, but knew that this scent was a totally unique one. It belonged only to this pack, which she had forgotten the name of already. They came to a stop, Dione flopping upon the earth after tossing in the squealing prey. Her ears pressed farther against her skull as she poked her nose in, sniffing at the den. "Is this where we are staying Dione?" She asked, as the woman had offered no explanation. Eying her new carer, she found her seat on the cooling earth, head tilted as she waited. |
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.