squirrel suit samba
11-19-2014, 02:57 PM
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11-19-2014, 06:29 PM
It was a bit of an awkward time for the girl, it was her first year and she was growing to a woman. Hips were more prominent as she lost her puppy fat, face thinning out as her waist closed in slightly. She walked with a more graceful stride in her step, gait long and flowing as she finally fit into her taller body. For a long time she had been lanky and had paws that were too big for the rest of her, but now it all made sense. Purple eyes cut through the landscape, snow starting to cover every inch of it. When she walked the snow crunched beneath her large paws, a sound that was oh-so satisfying. That is when she saw the black female who stood out like a sore thumb, standing atop the hill that she was currently climbing. Her purple eyes narrowed slightly, she didn't quite know this one. She remembered her entrance into the meeting, that was something that she wasn't going to forget any time soon. She didn't remember her name, making her feel slightly awkward. But she was going to have to talk to her anyways, she would be a weirdo if she just looked at her and then walked away. Quite rude too.
"Hey there, queen of the hill, are you?" She asked in a teasing matter, coming to a stop on the woman's right side. Mercy folded her rump and sat upon the cold snow, elongated tail curling around her paws. She was a very interesting looking woman, she hadn't realized from afar but being this close she could see the purple tint in her fur. One eye was golden and the other much like her own eyes, only slightly darker. Very pretty, she had to admit.
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.
11-20-2014, 07:38 AM
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11-29-2014, 02:14 AM
The girl gave a delighted chuckle as the woman played along, her eyes alight with humor. "Only if you will have me as so, Queen." She said, taking a mock bow as she kicked up a bit of snow that rested below her. When the dame asked for her name, she realized that they really didn't know anything about each other. "Mercy, and yours, Queenie?" She asked, folding herself quickly to her rump. She was bored with Dione being all off and pregnant, and still rather upset with the vibrate green woman. Letting out a small huff, her eyes left the violet tinted one to look across the pack lands. She was growing bored, there was no one to train her. Dione locked herself up cause she didn't want to be fat in public, meaning that she was stuck all by herself. What a bore. She wanted to do well, to actually make a name for herself. She didn't want to be known as the one who ran away from home, but as the girl who could fight off any attacker.
Sighing, she kicked her hips to the left and flopped down on her side. Massive head looked up at the darker woman, purple eyes exploring her face. "What do you do around here for fun?" Mercy was quite new to this whole pack life, she wasn't exactly sure what it was that she was supposed to do. Did she need to go out and hunt? Should she just start asking random people to spar with her? It was all unknown, which was rather frustrating to the young girl. Letting out another sigh, she shifted once again until she was laying on her back, face almost pressed right into the powder as she tried to look at the woman still.
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.
12-01-2014, 09:51 PM
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12-03-2014, 04:01 PM
She introduced herself, and Mercy tucked her name away inside her head. She liked this purple tinted woman, she wasn't like the rest. She was fun, and she played along with her little games. Not many people liked to spend time with her, or they would treat her like a child. She was a year old now! She was old enough to take care of herself, but not too old that playing games was a bore. It would seem that Cascade would understand that, as her words were brought to a halt and her paw lashed out to touch her nose. Tag was called, and the growing girl grinned. Letting out a yip of excitement she barreled after the woman, her long legs easily closing the gap. "Not so fast!" She called, pumping those legs of hers to bring her up to the purple woman. Prancing to her side, she lifted her left forepaw and tried to tap her on the hip with it, squealing in delight. Dodging to her right, and not pausing to see if she got the woman, Mercy took off in the opposite direction. Snow flew beneath her paws as she kicked it into high gear, the pounding adrenaline of the game driving her forward.
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.