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The Heat In The Winter



Mercy I

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Evelyn

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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.


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.



Kyarst

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05-18-2015, 08:18 PM

He trusted Rhythm, believed in Rhythm, and wanted desperately to obey Rhythm - but he could not. Sitting for days on end was not something that had ever existed in his life, and even though he'd made it through the first day, and the second, there was no way in hell he would get through the third. He ached all over, but all his life he'd been taught to move when he was in pain, to keep his limbs and muscles limber, to work through it - rub some dirt on it. Even though he was smart enough to know that his decision was extremely reckless and stupid, it was one he couldn't avoid making. He had to move. He figured, though, that if he was going to move, he ought to at least move slowly so that he'd have some semblance of an argument if Rhythm found him disobeying her direct orders. And so, with great tumultuous effort, he had managed to drag himself to his paws and proceeded to stand, albeit awkwardly, for a few minutes. His underside felt tight and burned from the movement, but as he craned his head to catch a glimpse he saw not even one droplet of blood. Good, his vein had held.

He lifted his head back to its original position, and padded stiffly in the direction of the orchard. As he'd thought about it, he'd imagined that that was the last place Rhythm would think to look for him if and when she found him missing. The when was far more likely than the if. The orchard wasn't a long way away, but it took him quite some time given how precariously he had to walk in order to keep from ripping open his belly again. Each paw was placed carefully upon the earth, whilst his stomach was held high and taut. This wasn't so bad, he could feel the stiffness leaving his limbs. Although his underside ached badly without any pain relievers to assist him, he knew that his sanity would be much better off having endured the pain and explored just a little.

He came upon Mercy, laying in a similar position to how he'd been before he'd left - injured and apparently unable to get around very well. "Tell me the other guy looks worse than you," he chided with a sly grin upon his features. "Have you seen a healer?" There was obvious concern in his voice, as she looked positively horrible. He lowered his head down to gaze at her, determined not to sit or lay down for fear of not being able to get back up.

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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.



Mercy I

Loner

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5 Years
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Female
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Evelyn

Famous
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.



Kyarst

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05-27-2015, 04:43 PM

He would continue to gaze at her in her weakened state as she explained what she'd done. She'd gone up against a tiger, a tiger! "You've got more balls than I remember," he quipped - hinting at their tryst only a season or two ago. She went on to explain that she hadn't seen a healer because they would kill her. "They might miss their chance if you don't let someone see to you. I could coerce Rhythm to only lecture you a little, I'm sure." He liked to think he had a fairly good relationship with her, and he was fairly certain he could convince her to give Mercy a break and just take care of her. She stood, much to his surprise, and reopened one of her wounds. "That's it, you're seeing one of them. Soon." There was a tone in his voice that suggested he wouldn't take no for an answer. "Nearly being the operative word," he slyly responded, his voice low and carrying a hint of seduction. She circled around him like a bird of prey and he stood stock still, allowing her eyes to rove over him. "And you probably shouldn't be taking on tigers, so we're both rebels." His eyes fixated on hers, "You haven't commented on my other injury," he voiced low and with a seductive growl. Had she noted that his manhood had taken a hit amongst his other wounds? He stretched his nose forward until it was nearly touching hers, until he could feel her breath on his whiskers. "Take a closer look," he commanded, a twinkle in his eye.

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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.



Mercy I

Loner

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5 Years
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Female
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Evelyn

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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.



Kyarst

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06-03-2015, 01:03 PM

He stood perfectly still, feeling the heat of her breath tickle his whiskers, his muzzle only inches from her own. It was daring of him, to draw attention to his injured manhood - and yet he knew she would love it. He knew she craved moments like these, just as he did. He watched her amethyst gaze shift to his injured part as she mentally connected the dots and read the road map he'd left for her. 'Did someone hurt your greatest tool?' Bingo. He groaned. Her growl drowned out any common sense he had left as she shifted along his side, rubbing against him hard and deliberately. He didn't allow himself to follow her movements with his eyes, and instead allowed his emerald optics to slowly shut. They shot open only a moment later as her tongue snaked across his most sensitive of areas, setting him on fire. She kissed him again, letting the fire burn hotter and brighter. "Shit," he breathed, his voice hoarse and tight. "I don't know if it's better or worse," he finally responded. Of all the days to be out of commission...

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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.



Mercy I

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Evelyn

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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.



Kyarst

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06-04-2015, 01:46 PM

She was a torturous, wretched woman, teasing him like this when he couldn't do anything about it. And yet he loved it, craved it. She nosed at him and a shiver ran up his spine. She wanted to know if she should stop, he groaned - absent of an answer. "Yes..." he croaked. Then "No..." His mind was screaming at him, begging him to stop and to keep going all at the same time. There was no way he could do anything at this point, he was far too injured - they both were. But what was the harm in teasing? But there was harm in it, and he knew it. "Yes," he voiced with more determination and purpose this time. "We can't do this right now." He purposely sidestepped away from her, knowing that if he didn't remove himself from their close proximity he would change his mind in a heartbeat. "No matter how much we want to," he tacked on as an afterthought. His head twisted toward her with a disgruntled expression upon his face. "You should be taking it easy, Spitfire, if you wanna continue being such a temptress." If she died of her wounds there was no way she'd be able to keep on teasing him like this. He didn't want her to die.

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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.