we are what we are

*Mercy I* · (This post was last modified: 11-07-2014, 12:31 AM by Mercy I.)

Her head tilted to the side at Dione's first statement, her innocents painfully showing through. Make him a woman? Was she doing to dress him up and make him all pretty? Mercy couldn't help but giggle at the thought of the large bear-wolf with pink on his lips and purple berry juice smudged on his eyes. Her mother used to play like that with her. Used to. Shaking the painful memory away, she got excited when the topi of fighting came around. It would seem that she was not going to learn anything physical today, which made her blow a large puff of air of her nose. She was impatient, and didn't want to wait. She would listen though, this woman had been nothing but kind to her and there was no reason for her to make her upset. She was irritated, but was about to answer when a strange man approached them. Jumping to her paws she skittered backwards, not taking kindly to strangers right now. Well, besides Dione. She was about to growl and snap at him when he introduced himself, her head once again tilting to the side. He was a pretty wolf too, a mix of blues coloured his coat. Even though she was just under a year old she was still taller than the man before her, which made her smirk slightly.

But back to the topic at hand...

He was indeed not red for someone named Mr. Red. She looked back at Dione with question shimmering in her purple pools, a brow raising as she looked back at the blue man. "For someone named Mr. Red, you're pretty blue." She stated, folding herself to her rump as she allowed herself to calm down. This man wasn't a thread, Dione knew him.

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we are what we are

Mercy I