The Heat In The Winter
05-18-2015, 08:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-27-2015, 04:49 PM by Bass.)
*Liquid timed the fight with da tiger, so this is on the first day of winter and two days after the fight.*
Damn it all to hell.
She was in heat, she knew from what she had been told. It may be colder in Imp than before, but her skin felt as if it were on fire. She grumbled as she sat under a tree, her pale tail fluttering behind her. She was a pretty lustful chick, but now she wanted to tear into someone's flesh and have them hump her brains out. Oh yes, that would be very nice.
Two years old now, and so many scars in just two short years. She had some pretty nasty wounds that she had yet to show to Revenge, and they were still festering on her shoulders. Two long slashes formed a 'V' at her shoulder points, the blood still pooling in certain area's. It was hard to keep them closed, as no matter how she moved she pulled at the torn flesh. There was also a deep bite on the left side of her neck, dried mostly but the flesh around it was raised and irritated. But she didn't really care at this point, even though they hurt like a mofo. She grumbled, paws shifting on the snow dusted earth. The flakes fell slowly, and she swore that she could hear them sizzle as they hit her flesh. The scent of her heat mingled with the smell of blood and infection. Her nose wrinkled at all of that, head shaking slightly. She hisses as it pulled at her wounds, damn it all to hell. Sitting and standing still was no skill of hers, not at all.
Damn it all to hell.
She was in heat, she knew from what she had been told. It may be colder in Imp than before, but her skin felt as if it were on fire. She grumbled as she sat under a tree, her pale tail fluttering behind her. She was a pretty lustful chick, but now she wanted to tear into someone's flesh and have them hump her brains out. Oh yes, that would be very nice.
Two years old now, and so many scars in just two short years. She had some pretty nasty wounds that she had yet to show to Revenge, and they were still festering on her shoulders. Two long slashes formed a 'V' at her shoulder points, the blood still pooling in certain area's. It was hard to keep them closed, as no matter how she moved she pulled at the torn flesh. There was also a deep bite on the left side of her neck, dried mostly but the flesh around it was raised and irritated. But she didn't really care at this point, even though they hurt like a mofo. She grumbled, paws shifting on the snow dusted earth. The flakes fell slowly, and she swore that she could hear them sizzle as they hit her flesh. The scent of her heat mingled with the smell of blood and infection. Her nose wrinkled at all of that, head shaking slightly. She hisses as it pulled at her wounds, damn it all to hell. Sitting and standing still was no skill of hers, not at all.
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.
05-18-2015, 08:18 PM
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Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.
05-18-2015, 08:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-18-2015, 08:42 PM by Mercy I.)
It wasn't long before someone else joined her, her head moving slowly upwards to eye Kyarst. He looked to be in no better shape than her, so she giggled at his words. "I decided that it would be smart to spar against a tiger. And damn was it a rush." She said softly, looking up at him as he leaned towards her. Purple eyes cast quickly towards his belly, huffing slightly as he asked if she had seen a healer. "Revenge would kill me, and I am sure that Rhythm would do the same. No... I have been hiding for a bit. But it looks like you were in your own bit of fun while I was away, dearest Kyarst," she murmured, unable to keep the underlying hint of lust from her voice. Tail twisted behind her, not able to resist wafting her heat scent at him. Neither of them were able to do anything that were on her mind, with his belly hurt and her shoulders and neck injured. But oh hot damn how she just wanted to get jumped right now. Rising to her paws, she stretched slowly, reopening parts of her shoulder wound again as she stretched out his muscles. It hurt soooo good. Flickering her ears, she walked closer to the darker man and eyed his belly even closer. Looked like he had gotten beat up pretty good. "Looks like you need more practice, you nearly lost your guts."
Mercy chuckled as she walked around him, looking him over for more wounds. It would seem that his belly was the worst one, but he had obviously been taken care of. Her brow rose as she paused in front of him again, purple eyes inspected his green ones. "From what I have been told, you probably shouldn't be moving. Disobeying orders again?" Mercy asked in a low voice. She was trying to be keep things normal, with all these hormones twirling through her form it was hard to keep things under wraps. This was the first time that she had the hormones to back up her lustful thoughts. It was sending her into overdrive, her whole body practically thrumming with her energy. Injured or not, it was very hard to push things aside.
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.
05-27-2015, 04:43 PM
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Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.
05-30-2015, 12:20 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-30-2015, 12:20 AM by Mercy I.)
She snorted when he brought up their first meeting, when she had thrown a tantrum and destroyed her parents old den. They had almost had sex that time as well, leaving Mercy hot and heavy and sending her directly back into her brothers arms. The memory made her pupils dilate as her need to be pleased rose. She eyed him thoughtfully when he spoke about a healer, chuckling softly. She was a very, very stubborn girl and there was no use to push her to get anything done. So instead she said nothing, hardly flinching when she reopened a shoulder wound. He growled at her to go and see a healer, and she returned the growl. But hers had a new note in it -- lust. She walked around Kyarst as waved her heat scent all around him,, not wanting to speak of healers now. He needed to be patched up himself, so she wasn't going to listen to him. There were so many better things that they could be doing with their time right now, and it was just wasting away with all this chat of others. No, she was interested in just him at the moment. But her ears picked up on the word soon. She smirked, humming as her tail ran down his flank. It would seem that he was picking up on things as well, but he didn't blame her. They had been down this road before, it wasn't unknown to them. Settling into the familiar dance, her lust quickly rose to make her body thrum with energy. Perhaps they both were rebels, him not obeying rules and her fighting tigers. "I never liked rules." she hummed softly, pausing in front of him as her eyebrow rose at his statement. More injuries? Her curiosity peaked for a moment, gears grinding to try and connect the dots he was placing for her. Until she heard his growl, causing the fur to raise down her spine. Purple eyes roamed downwards to his manhood. She had noticed that it had been erm... swollen. But she had simply left that to his arousal at her scent. "Did someone harm you greatest tool?" she asked softly, eyes cutting back towards his face as he leaned into her. His hot breath washed over her featured, her own breathing hitching in her throat. He wanted her to take a closer look then? Growling she moved along his flank again, roughly brushing up against him as she did indeed look closer. Slowly her tongue snaked out of her mouth as she placed a delicate kiss on his manhood, her tail curling over her back as her claws dug into the frozen earth. Her need was growing fast as she pressed another soft kiss there. "All better?" she asked softly, pulling back slowly to try and catch his green gaze.
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.
06-03-2015, 01:03 PM
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Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.
06-03-2015, 03:18 PM
She heard his groan, could feel his entire body stiffening as she delicately lapped at his family jewels. She hummed softly, her tail twirling behind her in her immense pleasure. He made a comment that he didn't know if it was better or worse, which made her pause for a moment. Pulling back slowly, her eyes shot towards his head with slight concern in her pleasure filled gaze. She didn't want to harm his goods, that would be rather disastrous. They were both pretty beat up, but it hadn't stopped them before. Mercy remembered the macabre painting that he had expertly penned on her chest. This was a bit different though, the wounds had not been obtained in the pleasurable act of fucking. Smirking, she leaned forward and gently rubbed her nose against his growing appendage, whining softly. "Shall I stop then?" she asked softly. She didn't want to, but she didn't want to put him out of commission for much longer. Now that would truly be a shame, wouldn't it? So she would listen -- this time. Perhaps they needed to heal up and come back to this at a later date... goodness knew that there would always be another meeting with these too.
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.
06-04-2015, 01:46 PM
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Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.