with the hounds of hell
08-03-2015, 07:26 PM
Her paws were still damp from her trudge across the river, her pale fur clinging to her skin as the chilly spring breeze rattled her. She shivered, teeth chattering slightly. She had been foolish to paddle across the fridged water when the weather was like this, but it was quite literally the only way she could get her from her pack lands. It was either part of a river or the lake, so she had made the best choice. Or was saying home the best decision the girl could have made? Elegant shoulders shrugged as she walked on, it was too late now to muse over things like that. At least she had gone to the Soulless Forest and crossed there, if she crossed at the Rio Grand she would have to cross yet another river to get to the Weeping Woods. Now that was sure the effort for a little adventure, was it not? But after everything, a simple distraction was all she needed. Ears quivered as she looked up at the willows that sunk low to the ground, a path of roots cutting out of the ground. Perhaps looking up wasn't the best option, it would be quite easy to trip over them. So Mercy leveled out her purple gaze, careful to hop over the more raised roots. It was like a land mine out here, she was actually shocked that she hadn't blinked to see the earth at her face. Thud. The dame paused, pale paw still lingering mid-step as she glanced around. It would seem that someone was not as fortunate as she was, it did sound like someone had fallen. The giggle that followed made her hair stand slightly on end, there was something slightly off about the sound of it. She couldn't spot anyone though, so Mercy took a few more steps forward, elongated tail quivering behind her. "Helloooo?" she asked, trying to pick up any hints of sound from the other. He smelled close, but she didn't want to trip over him. She didn't even know if the poor sod had picked himself up, which is why the giggle confused her. What was fun about falling down? Certainly wasn't graceful, and was very dangerous when one wasn't aware of who was around them. Licking her chops, Mercy stopped, just waiting for the other to come out to her. There was no point wasting her time in looking for the stranger, she wasn't that desperate for company. |
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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