What Needs To Be Said
12-13-2014, 01:06 PM
She stood there and listened to what the woman had to say, allowing her to speak her mind. She blinked slightly at them, falling to her rump as the weight of the words sank in. She had... forgotten them? "I thought we would be more important to you to be simply expelled by a bump to the head," she hissed, knowing that she wasn't being fair. It wasn't her fault, its not like she chose to forget them. But in her anger and hurt, she didn't care. She wanted Ellis to feel just how badly this had effected her. When she spoke of her children taking up her mothers time, she barked out a bitter laugh. "She went on a spree after you left! She started collecting more and more puppies, I wasn't enough to fill the hole that you left in her heart. It was quite sick really, she didn't even care that Atka came from another woman who slept with our father," her voice was harsh, even as tears collected in her eyes. "She hardly paid any attention to me or my brother, so I left! I didn't want to stay in a place where I meant nothing to my own mother!" Mercy stood up, scrambling backwards in the snow. Her breathing was heavy as she fought to control her emotions, something she knew that her mother had fought with.
Mercy shook her head back and forth, tears following the black path down her muzzle. They scattered as she shook, fighting to take proper breaths. "I came to make my own life! I am not going to let others control me, to make me feel useless. I felt like filth, like a burden on that bitch!" she was basically foaming at the mouth, her anger getting the better of her. The large girl was actually shaking, her limbs hardly holding her up. "It would have never happened if you had stayed! This is all your fault!" Mercy screamed, her vocals bouncing off the knolls. She was seeing red, hardly able to focus. She looked at the smaller woman, lips pulling back to show her dagger teeth. She felt like hurting her, her muscles coiling. But she didn't. Instead she fell to the earth, the coldness of the snow helping her calm. She felt as if she was steaming as she curled into a ball, sobs breakng through everything else. She didn't mean to be so harsh...
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.