Don't poke the bear-wolf
11-16-2014, 06:14 PM
It was finally winter, the season of her birth. She was finally a year old, and feeling like she was settling into her skin at last. She was no longer awkwardly sized, she was fully proportioned and starting to look more like a woman and less like a child. Her curves were starting to show, and she was more aware of her body. She still had a bit of puppy fat on her, which was good for the change of season. She had grown that last little bit, and was not standing at full height. Mercy's white coat was silky and shining, healthy and well taken care of. And now when she looked at boys, she was starting to notice more things than she had when she was younger. Slowly her pup like antics were starting to fade away, replaced with more womanly charm. Hips swaying as she walked through the land, her elongated tail flowed out behind her. That was, until the scent of prey filled her nose. Ears pulled forward, nose quivering as the sweet scent filled her nostrils. Salmon hued tongue raked across her lips, hunger making her belly tang. Trotting up the slight rise to her right, the black marked girl looked down and saw their leader pulling food into the territory. Smirking, she shook her head. She was still rather convinced that the large wolf was still part bear. Mercy picked her way down the hill, her tail flowing behind her like a banner. As she neared the leader she slowed, dipping her head in a sign of respect. As she aged, she was also starting to understand more about what an alpha really was, and how they demanded and expected respect. So she was carefully working on it, even though it might be a little hard for her to still understand why. "Do you need some help with that, Valentine?" She asked softly, her voice losing his child-like whine. It was more soft, flowing and with a hint of spice to it. Yes, this girl was going to be quite the little flirt as she aged more. Eying the dead beast that the bear-wolf was dragging, she licked her lips once more. But she would help him before trying to eat it. Alpha did get first pick, after all. |
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.
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