ardent

taste my beating heart...



Mercy I

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Heavy
posts
452
player
Evelyn

Famous
11-02-2014, 09:37 PM




Mercy would smile as she called this place home, saying that it was called Imperium. Right, right. But that hadn't really been what she had asked, she was wondering about the den itself. But from the roar that came within it, she guessed not. Thinking that she had literally woken a bear from its slumber, Mercy jumped on to all fours and tried to growl, but her fear got the better of her and it came out in a garbled, choking like sound. Dione had stood in front of her, but she hardly noticed as she looked up at the man. Yes, up. The bear that Dione had awoken was taller than she, something that was not common at all. Purple eyes wide she tipped her head down closer to the green woman, ears tucked flat against her head. "Why did you wake up the bear?" She asked, eying the beast. In her haze of confusion, she really thought that this thing before her was a great big bear. She had never seen one before, but she thought that he looked like one. He was all angry and growling, and was huge! How could he not be a bear?

Her head snapped up as the male spoke, saying a naughty word. The child gasped in horror, shrinking back from the very angry bear-wolf. He had to be part wolf, cause as far as she knew bears did not speak wolf. But then Dione called him Valentine, which she remembered was the name of the king. Blinking, she looked up sheepishly, her cheeks growing hot beneath the white fur. "So you're not a bear-wolf?" She asked, rather mystified. Surly even a bear-wolf could lead a pack of wolves, right? "Do bear-wolves always say naughty words?" The child had very little time in a pack, so she didn't really understand the etiquette that should follow meeting a king. Plus, she had never met a bear-wolf before, and didn't quite know what to do with all of this.


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.