taste my beating heart...

Mercy was such a sweet girl, such a darling dear. Dione couldn't help but smile at her throughout their trip, proud of the girl for toughing out their rather long trek. She did so well. Dione would grin at her as the bigger child would plop herself down behind her and speak softly, asking if this was where they were going to stay. Head would tip and for a moment ears would flitter forward before folding back again. "Yes my dear. Welcome to Imperium. We are going to harass the king, Valentine first." A wink would be followed by a roar from within and immediately her eyes would snap wide. Ah shit, did he not like her gift. Forepaws would scramble to push her into a seated position before she scooted back to sit directly in front of Mercy as if her tiny form could protect the massive white girl behind her. He would come storming from within the depths of his den, now dead squirrel in his jaws and immediately her ears would prick and tail would start thumping. He had killed it! He had fulfilled his part of their social contract! She let out a delighted yip, giggling despite his obvious rage, hopping to all four paws. She almost bounded to him, almost sat before him in her typical manner before his voice would boom. Immediately her eyes would fly wide in shock at his language, hackles raising and tail fluffing in anger. "VALENTINE!" She would snap harshly, eyes narrowing as she took a step forward. "Be nice, I brought a guest. Young ears?" She would say as she jerked her heard towards Mercy then took a step back and frowned at him. She would look at Mercy apologetically before sighing and clearing her throat. "Mercy. This is Valentine. Valentine this is my new charge and if you will have her, your new pack member, Mercy." She would say, trying to speak as calmly as possible to defuse the situation. Obviously she would have to bring him dead dead things since he didn't like the social contract of killing wounded animals. Weirdo...

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