Her wounds on her shoulders were still healing, but at least now she could move around without pulling open the scabs. The flesh was still tender and sore though, but it was more of an uncomfortable tugging as her shoulders shifted. Her neck was getting better now as well, she could shake her head without scattering blood about. But she was still in heat. That was pretty much the worst part of it all right now, and she had yet to get laid. Oh the struggle.

Making her way through the Knolls, she realized that she had yet to show off her pretty battle scars to Valentine. She grinned as she tossed up her head and howled for her leader to join her, ending her song with a happy yip. The scars were still very puckered and fresh, in the shape of a 'V' where the point ended between her shoulder blades. It almost looked like she had had wings, but that they had been torn from her form. It was pretty obvious that they were not marks that any ol' wolf could do -- and it was because it wasn't. A tiger had left those marks for her, and she now had a wonderful tale to tell. Wiggling where she stood, her purple eyes looked around to try and spot his large form.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

A smirk on his lips, Valentine sauntered towards the call. Something was up, he could tell by the tone of Mercy's voice. It certainly didn't sound like a bad something, but what could it be? Had she recruited a rogue? Brought down a big kill? Ooooo, maybe she'd mauled an intruder! Mercy's trail, all nice smelling and attention grabbing, caused the brute's pace to slow as he crossed it. Good god, where had time gone? It seemed like only yesterday that Dione had pelted him with a rabbit and then scolded him for swearing in front of her young new charge. She made him feel old when he most certainly was not. Trying his best to ignore her heat scent, Valentine trotted up to Mercy. It was only once he got closer that the vibrant scar on her left side caught his eye. Immediately he veered to the side to get a closer look. "What the hell happened to you?" He peeked over her back. "It looks like a giant bird tried to carry you off." "Talk" "You" Think

It didn't take very long for the massive blue tinted male to show up, and he seemed to double back at the sight of her pretty new scars. Mercy giggled when he asked what had happened, and said that she looked like they had been attacked by a giant bird. "Close," she said happily, tail wagging slowly as she turned her head to try and see the pink scars herself. They pulled slightly, but she ignored the slight burn. Her head soon flashed back to Valentine, that toothy grin still on her maw. "I got into a spar with a tiger." There was obvious pride in her voice, and while she hadn't really won, she had still done it. Mercy wanted to show it off, strut about with her new shiny scars. But what would Valentine think? Would he be angry that she put her life on the line for a thrill like that? Or would he be proud of her as well for taking on a creature like that? Pretty much wiggling with excitement, she waited to hear what she would think.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

"Close," she said a bit too happily and Valentine's gaze lifted from her scars to speculatively search the young fae's eyes. Her next words caused his eyebrows to shoot heavenward and his ears to pull back in surprise. "No way," he said incredulously. It was a bold and incredible statement to make, and not one any ole wolf could get away with saying. The grandeur of it begged to written off as a lie, but anyone with half a brain would have known that and not said it for fear of being immediately called a liar. Who she was and that she had said it made Valen sure it was true. "You," he said with a faint smile, "Are crazy." "Talk" "You" Think

Mercy giggled at his speculation, her tail twirling behind her as she gazed up at the big man. Pointing her nose back towards her back, she then looked back at the alpha. "The scars don't lie. What else could make marks like that? Unless you think there is a massive bird hiding around Alacrita," she said with another laugh, sticking the point of her tongue out at him. She was proud of her marks, the wounds that had quite a story behind them. She knew that he had every right to question her, it wasn't like tigers openly roamed around here. That had been the first time that she had even seen a tiger, she had to ask the mighty cat what it was. So Mercy waited for Valentine to question her more, but instead he just smiled and called her crazy. She tossed a toothy grin his way, purple eyes wild with excitement. "And you're just figuring out about my craziness now? I would have thought that you assumed I was crazy way earlier on, Valentine." She said teasingly. She was delighted that he seemed to be impressed, all she wanted to do was do well in her pack. And at the moment get her brains humped out but... that was a different story. Being in heat sucked, as she cast a sidelong glance at the big alpha. Not that she would ever complain about it if he went wild at her stench, but... it would be a bit awkward. Mercy knew that Valentine wasn't one to keep it in his pants, but their bond was a bit different than any other in the pack. She didn't want to call it paternal, but that seemed to be the only word she could think of to describe their partnership. She beat the shit out of people for him, and he gave her a home. No matter how much she wanted the D, she was pretty sure that he was not going to give it to her. And, gross. Kinda. No? Nice? Bah! Too many emotions.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

Unless you think there is a massive bird hiding around Alacrita," she teased, and in response the King chuckled softly before shrugging. "I've seen stranger things." They didn't have to look much farther than some of Imperium's former members. Dione, her mate and their freakishly colored children could be counted as strange. Giant bird kind of strange though? He'd have to see a side by side comparison. Every inch of Mercy's person proclaimed her glee. Her face was bright, her laughter came easily, and her tail never lay still for long. It was the last of these that kept trying to make itself the sole recipient of his attention. Every swish of her tail, every excited wiggle, further spread her heat scent around. Wave after wave assaulted his nose, the aroma at once both intoxicating and dangerous. With much effort, Valentine steeled himself and fought to ignore the tempting smell. It would have been different if Mercy were interested in him, if maybe they didn't have the history they did, but as it stood, Valen was certain she wasn't into him and it was because of this that he chose to ignore it. The ball was in her court; if Mercy wanted more from him, she was going to have to make it known. Mercy parted with more teasing words and they succeeded in pulling him from the trance-like state he'd unknowingly begun to drift into. This time Valen's lips simply quirked up in an amused smile. "You? Crazy? Nah." His smile grew and he teased, "Weeell, perhaps a little." The brute shrugged again before parting with more teasing words, "But you were brought up by Dione, so if anything I should be congratulating you for being only "a little" crazy." "Talk" "You" Think

He commented that he had seen stranger things before, but it was hard to focus on his words as she noted the change within the male. She was suddenly very aware of his eyes on her, her pale fur raising slightly as it caught her breath. While she had never really thought of Valentine in this matter, it wasn't like it was a big deal. It was no secret that Valentine slept around, sex was as casual for him as it was for her. While their relationship was a bit different, she couldn't ignore the heightened need that built in her belly. The fact that it was her season was not helping either. Purple eyes roamed over his large form in a more appreciative matter, the sheer size of him would suggest some other large things to match. A hot flush rushed to her pale cheeks, claws digging into the ground as her tail twirled behind her. They had both fallen into a steady silence as they both took in each others forms as if for the first time. He knew that he could smell the scent of her heat, the fact that he was holding back on making any moved at all gave her even more respect for the man before her. It was hard for her to push down her own feelings, and she bet that he was fighting it as well. A soft, longing sigh left her maw as her gaze flickered over him again and again. No, she wouldn't deny him if he made an offer, and yet she was hesitant to make the first move. It wasn't that she cared that she would be just another notch in his belt, cause would he not be the same for her? No, it was more of an uncertainty, she wanted to test the waters.

He seemed to break the silence with his next words, her head shaking slightly as she cleared her throat. "Mmm, she wasn't really there to bring me up much. It was more of the pack who raised me." She said with a simply shrug of her shoulders, a more lustful note carrying with her words. "I could get even more crazy..." Came her next words, gaze attempting to lock with his own as she took a few steps towards him. Her body moved in a lithe motion, her tail swaying to spread more of her scent. She paused a few feet from him, her breath once again catching in her throat. She inspected him, searching his face as she waited for his reaction to her words.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

Quite a bit of focus went into stifling the effect her smell was having on him, but it wasn't enough to blind him to her gaze when she started to take a closer look. Valentine noticed immediately -how could he not? He was the kind of vain creature that was well aware when others were looking at him. Usually he was immensely pleased, but in this instance his well hidden reaction was guarded. There was an element of danger to this encounter that had just ticked up a couple of notches. Mercy was intelligent and beautiful and witty, but she was also a member of his pack. He was in a position of authority and he couldn't, in good conscience, jeopardize their relationship or put her in an awkward position just because he wanted some. What if he read her wrong? What if he was seeing only what he wanted to see and not reality? Her tone changed -or was he imagining it?- and she parted with veiled words before stepping closer. Her aroma rose to a maddening level, and he could see now that she was aware of what she was doing. This was a side of her Valentine had been oblivious to. He wasn't astonished per se, just caught off guard. This was not what he'd expected at all and it was hard to reconcile the image he had of Mercy with the side of her he was now seeing. It appeared she was aware of the effect she was having on him-and using it. He appreciated the effort. Abandoning the pretense of polite conversation, Valentine rumbled softly, "Did you call me here just to show me your scars, Mercy?" He needed to know in clear terms what she wanted from him. There couldn't be any guessing, any doubt. If she'd brought him here for pack business or polite banter he'd stick to the role assigned to him without deviating. If, by chance, she had other ideas, he was, tentatively, open to other roles. "Talk" "You" Think

Valentine appeared to be guarded, and she knew that she was stepping into a dangerous path. Perhaps that is what pushed her forward, the allure of the pending danger that lurked around the corner. This would open a whole new door for the two, or perhaps just close another. She knew as well as any that Valentine was one to sleep around, sex was just a casual thing, a carnal activity to pass the time and feel the pleasure. She was no stranger to this. While there only may be two notches in her own belt, she didn't really feel the need to carry on an intimate relationship with them. Well, perhaps only for Revenge. But Mercy would not come scratching at his den every night for more, unless he wanted it. Purple eyes sparkled with lust as well as excitement, her pupils dilating as the breath caught in her throat. The bear-wolf of an alpha had always been a looker in her eyes, and the fact that her heat scent was already twisting around the two. The smell of herself was even enough to drive her on, eyelashes batting up at him as she took those few steps closer.

A muted chuckle left her lips as she caught the flash of surprise on his well-guarded face. This was indeed something that he had never seen before in her, but Mercy was a master of many trades. However she paused after coming a bit closer to him, not wanting to push this further without getting confirmation. She was good at getting what she wanted, but it would be very awkward for her if she went on and he turned her down. She didn't handle rejection very well, and she knew that they were standing on a very thin sheet of ice. But he too, seemed unclear about what direction they were heading. Mercy doubted that he was used to this type of caution, and it made her feel special in some sort of way. She was no average concubine, she knew very well what she was doing and how to twist things in her way. She had to pause for a moment -- had she just called him here for that? "Perhaps at first. It would seem that I forgot how devilishly handsome you are, Valentine." she replied softly, her words a gentle murmur. It may be a cheap line, but she knew that it might clear things up for him. She wasn't so good at being blunt, she liked to beat around the bush a little. What was humping without a little word play first? "You have been very... strong, to push down the effects of my scent. I know what its doing to you." Mercy purred, daring to take a few more steps that hopefully closed the distance between them. Flicking her tail again to fan out her scent even more, she hummed softly as she stretched forward, attempting to graze her teeth across his muscled chest. "Why deny those feelings, mm?" She asked slyly, head raising up to try and capture his gaze. She might be pushing too far, but it was now up to him if he wanted to walk away, or take this even further.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

Without much consideration, he was given an answer. It was a cheap line, but she was right, it drove her point home and turned his suspicions into firmer things. She went on to clarify further until her goal was crystal clear and there was no doubt in his mind what she was after. Mercy stepped closer, her movements coy and enticing. Her interest and how it seemed to consume her being was enough to grab hold of his interest and speed up the beating of his heart. That interest in and of itself was a turn on. It wasn't often that he was pursued. He rather liked it. "I would be lying if I said it was easy," he murmured. The words were intended as a joke, but upon delivering them Valentine found they lacked a humorous edge. He was distracted; he wanted to touch her and his mind stalled at the thought, but there was a barrier between them that he couldn't quite bring himself to break. She shattered it with a touch. Her teeth left searing trails of heat in their wake and before he could stop it, a breathy rumble left his lips. Without thinking he leaned down to reciprocate, to share with her the feeling she'd given him, but at the last second he steeled himself and paused. He needed to think, to weigh the consequences. Her wants were amplified by her heat. He didn't know what it was like, couldn't guess at her inner workings, but he had been around more than a few faes in season to know that what she might want now may not accurately represent her wants when she wasn't driven by an instinctual need. The last thing he wanted to be was a regret. It wasn't a consideration he gave to most, but this was Mercy and she deserved it. They were close enough that he could feel her breath on his face. He ached with the desire to step closer, but he held back, not quite ready to make a move yet. "And if you regret it?" "Talk" "You" Think

Still her silent king seemed guarded, hesitating with every move that she made. There were still barriers in his mind that needed to be shattered, even if she had to tear them down brick by bloody brick, she cared not. Once she set her mind to something, it wasn't often that she let it go. And now that this opportunity had been presented to her, she would be a fool to turn it down. Valentine was a strong, proud man, a warrior that inspired her to better herself. So what would a little romp in the sack do to change that? Nothing. Just pleasure on both their ends, something that he would be silly to turn away from. Gone were her earlier pauses, she was a woman on a mission to get exactly what she wanted. The big alpha man was probably not being used to being so openly pursued, from knowing him she knew that he was usually the one to instigate. But now? It would seem that it was all in her paws, it was to her that he turned to for confirmation, something that did very little to deflate her ego. Being lusted after was a very spicy thing indeed, and Mercy knew how to twist a brute around her finger. She was not only skilled in the art of war, but also in seduction. How shocked indeed must Valentine be to this shift in the pale female. But it didn't take much to turn on the lusty fae. Heat or no heat, didn't mean she wanted to get humped any less.

He seemed to shift as soon as she bridged the gap between them, her teeth trailing down his chest slowly and deliberately. A rumbling sound left his throat, furthering Mercy's excitement as her heart began to quiver and pound within her chest. He leaned towards her and she arched herself upwards to meet him, but he paused. A growl of frustration left her lips, every fiber of her being was ready for this moment and still he dragged it on. Purple eyes shone up at him, lips twitching slightly. Clearly he was thinking over something, and his next words almost sent her into a fit of laughter. Eyes opened slightly wider at his question, and quickly her head shook. "I never regret things, Valentine. Now stop hesitating and bite me, dammit." She grumbled. Pushing herself forward to try and close the gap again, she aimed to send a flurry of nips and kisses along his chest and neck, everywhere that she could reach. Her right forelimb picked up as well, stretching forward as she tried to drag her dull claws down his front left leg. She was aiming for a slow, deliberate movement to further bring the mans arousal to the surface. Mercy was done playing games, she wanted him and she knew that he wanted her as well. A more guttural growl left her lips, her need becoming more and more apparent. There was no doubt in her mind that she would never regret this shift in their relationship.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

"I never regret things, Valentine," she assured him, "Now stop hesitating and bite me, dammit." Bite her? She continued to surprise him, but before he could mull over her statement further Mercy was in his space and aggressively trying to push him beyond reason. Her words were a balm and he let go, feeling her teeth rove the contours of his chest. Valentine's eyes closed and he briefly let his head tip back, let her work him for several long moments. Without question he wanted this. Her claws down his foreleg caused gooseflesh to rise and pushed him into action. He'd wanted to touch her and now was his chance- one he intended to take advantage of. The brute pressed forward greedily and bent his head, seeking to aggressively nibble along the inside of her neck. He wanted to trace the hollow of her throat, to follow the hard line of muscle beside it to where it terminated at her jawline. He could feel the heat rising, feel his pulse quickening. Under her touch his skin was on fire and he desperately wanted to return the feeling, which brought about the breathy question, "Bite you, eh?" "Talk" "You" Think