Just A Friendly Face...

She let out a rumbling purr as her tail swept along the branch, dangling down not far from the man's face. Watching his form move from under her branch, she rose once more to her paws and balanced on the beam she was given, grace a poise keeping her from falling. From her taller height she appraised the man's features, he seemed to be pure white like herself, save for the stains that dotted his coat. Was that... blood? Ha, she should think about doing that. Tail tip quivered as her first encounter with Kyarst crossed her mind, how they had bit at each others coats and painted macabre patterns on each other with their own blood. Lids grew heavy as the thrill of the memory shot down her spine, the warmth spreading to her toes. Mercy was drawn out of her thoughts by the strangers baritone, saying that he could say the same for her. Letting out a snort she shrugged her elegant shoulders, leaping down from her perch to land neatly before the male. Ah, perfect landing. She was light on her feet, her training as a warrior aided in that. The girl realized that she still stood taller than the man before her, two inches of height she had over him. Not much really, but it was still nice to feel tall every once in awhile. Her pack of giants had her feeling short for the first time in her life.

Purple eyes roamed his face as her black nose stuck out close to him, sniffing at the blood markings on his face. She pulled back with a smirk, brow raised as he began to talk again. Divine being? Well now, that was a new one. Go on, Mercy's huge ego could really use some fanning. Thoughts of questioning his markings was long gone as he kept on talking, speaking of impurity. Ha, Mercy? Pure? She would have laughed in his face if she knew what he was pointing at. Her gears turned in her mind as she tried to place it, before she thought of her white coat. White was considered pure, was it not? Ah, so this beast was calling the coloured ones impure. Like Dione, what had Valentine called her? A booger? Lip quivered slightly, but she stayed it quickly. Now was not the time for thoughts like this. It would seem that she had a purist on her hands. Plus, being called a 'divine being' still had the heat on her cheeks. "And yet you taint your so called purity with the markings of blood on your coat?" she asked with a coo, moving from her stationary position to circle tightly around him -- that is if he allowed it. Nose poked slightly at his markings, pulling out the different scents in the blood. Ah, more than one victim then? Interesting... very interesting. The scars down her back pulled slightly as she curved around him, elongated tail coming under his chin if he had not moved. Letting out a giggle Mercy took a few steps back, leaving a mere foot between them. He introduced himself as Sin, asking her own name. "Name's Mercy, but don't let its meaning fool you." She said thoughtfully, her lips tugging up into an almost manic grin. Oh yes, Mercy's name held lots of irony.

"Speech"