08-10-2018, 11:35 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]The ascendants. It was the first of many clans on their list, a foothold in a path that they were more than willing to take. This was not their first choice, although it hadn't been their last either, but sometimes you had to make do with what you were given. Mercy was patient; they would wait as long as they had to in order to make it to where they wished to be. For now this strange group with their fascination with the stars would be their home, however short the stay might prove to be.
Perhaps it would have been different if they knew such... passive groups tended to look down upon the actions which Mercy was accustomed to taking. Being a murderer for hire wasn't something they found particularly pleasing, but it got the job done. It got food on the table, as it also sated their need for knowledge. There was only so much that the moral person was willing to do in order to gain information about the body, about what made a person bend but not break, and everything in between. It was science; cruel, perhaps, but brimming with untapped potential.
Someone had to do it. No one else understood that, however.
A soft sigh left the canine's parted jaws as they stood on the border of the clan that they expected to soon become their home. A soft smile was plastered onto their lips, gentle and as angelic as their body appeared. The downy white wings and golden accents helped to portray what they wanted others to see. An angel, merciful, serene... they were good at lying, too, although it wasn't all a rouse. They weren't a cold blooded murderer, never seeking out others unless there was already a bounty on their heads. Not that it made it any better in the eyes of the truly merciful, but Mercy could care less about that.
Thankfully, their ruse made it hard to determine that until it was done.
Perhaps it would have been different if they knew such... passive groups tended to look down upon the actions which Mercy was accustomed to taking. Being a murderer for hire wasn't something they found particularly pleasing, but it got the job done. It got food on the table, as it also sated their need for knowledge. There was only so much that the moral person was willing to do in order to gain information about the body, about what made a person bend but not break, and everything in between. It was science; cruel, perhaps, but brimming with untapped potential.
Someone had to do it. No one else understood that, however.
A soft sigh left the canine's parted jaws as they stood on the border of the clan that they expected to soon become their home. A soft smile was plastered onto their lips, gentle and as angelic as their body appeared. The downy white wings and golden accents helped to portray what they wanted others to see. An angel, merciful, serene... they were good at lying, too, although it wasn't all a rouse. They weren't a cold blooded murderer, never seeking out others unless there was already a bounty on their heads. Not that it made it any better in the eyes of the truly merciful, but Mercy could care less about that.
Thankfully, their ruse made it hard to determine that until it was done.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden