What Once Was
08-11-2015, 12:22 PM
The amount of words that were exchanged between them was getting shorter and shorter, the need for them lessening as she was held by her dearest brother. He was the only wolf that she felt like she could jut lay here and not say a single word. There were hardly any awkward silences with the two, and it didn't feel so empty when they didn't talk. As soon as he said that he too was jealous of every man that touched her, she let out a heavy sigh, thankful for his gentle touches and soft caresses. Leaning heavily against him she placed tender kisses on his cheeks and neck, before burrowing herself into his soft fur. Drinking in his scent she felt so much better, all thoughts of their fight long out of her mind. "Let's not fight again, I hate feeling distant from you..." she whispered, nipping at the base of his throat. She didn't want to be mad at him ever again, or to feel so far away from the only wolf that really mattered to her. |
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.