01-15-2020, 07:47 AM
MERCEDE
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diamonds are a girl’s bestfriend -
mercede f. callahan
the pitt
2 months
pronounced: (mur-say-dee)
general
female - marble cross fox (white, gray, black) - 2 months - Jervis x Fourthwall - no crush - no mentor
powers
mental manipulation
[/td][/tr][/table]mercede f. callahan
the pitt
2 months
pronounced: (mur-say-dee)
general
female - marble cross fox (white, gray, black) - 2 months - Jervis x Fourthwall - no crush - no mentor
powers
mental manipulation
call me your sweet baby —
She would listen in utter silence, finding minimal comfort in the presence of her sisters. Apart from their accusations all she could look at was her father.
His screams pierced her ears and she winced. Pinning the soft triangles against her head. Every time his voice raised his caused her heart to skip, a jump in her chest. By the time he laid his eyes on her she was quaking.
By god the little girl was scared.
Tail tucked and eyes stinging she saw his state and even at her young age she knew her papa was not well. She just wanted to talk to him, she couldn’t quite understand what he had done so bad. He needed help and instead they were being mean.
STOP! She would scream, her mind releasing a minor wave to all those who were receptive to the pups word. it held no power other than to be heard. She lacked control and some could say it was her heart calling out.
All these things people spoke of were actions the little girl could not fathom. All she understood was what she saw and what she saw was overwhelmingly unfair.
“This is his goodbye”
Goodbyes were for when you were parting. Where was their father going? Was he coming back? A feeling or perhaps an intuition the girl couldn’t explain told her she wouldn’t see him. But the evidence before her couldn’t really be understood enough to tell her just why. How could he say goodbye when they never even got the chance to exchange “hello” to each other?
When Kydobi looked at them and told them to go home she scowled her eyebrows. No! She would yell in her mind.
No! Sweeney would rebel and in fact run up to their father. And Mercede wasn’t sure what to do. She looked at Fourthwall then her gaze flickered to Kydobi. She didn’t understand why he was doing this, wasn’t he on their side? If so shouldn’t he be here to save papa?
Well maybe he was acting, maybe he was undercover. Yes. That was it. Her papa and Kydobi would help save her other papa. It was all a surprise. Surely that was the outcome.
While she admired Sweeney for her bravery to run, she didn’t want to get dirty. Instead the pup would look at Juno and whine. What could they do? Save him! Help save him.
“That’s my Papa! That’s our papa!”, she hadn’t seen him but her papa had spoke of him. Told of him.
She would listen in utter silence, finding minimal comfort in the presence of her sisters. Apart from their accusations all she could look at was her father.
His screams pierced her ears and she winced. Pinning the soft triangles against her head. Every time his voice raised his caused her heart to skip, a jump in her chest. By the time he laid his eyes on her she was quaking.
By god the little girl was scared.
Tail tucked and eyes stinging she saw his state and even at her young age she knew her papa was not well. She just wanted to talk to him, she couldn’t quite understand what he had done so bad. He needed help and instead they were being mean.
STOP! She would scream, her mind releasing a minor wave to all those who were receptive to the pups word. it held no power other than to be heard. She lacked control and some could say it was her heart calling out.
All these things people spoke of were actions the little girl could not fathom. All she understood was what she saw and what she saw was overwhelmingly unfair.
“This is his goodbye”
Goodbyes were for when you were parting. Where was their father going? Was he coming back? A feeling or perhaps an intuition the girl couldn’t explain told her she wouldn’t see him. But the evidence before her couldn’t really be understood enough to tell her just why. How could he say goodbye when they never even got the chance to exchange “hello” to each other?
When Kydobi looked at them and told them to go home she scowled her eyebrows. No! She would yell in her mind.
No! Sweeney would rebel and in fact run up to their father. And Mercede wasn’t sure what to do. She looked at Fourthwall then her gaze flickered to Kydobi. She didn’t understand why he was doing this, wasn’t he on their side? If so shouldn’t he be here to save papa?
Well maybe he was acting, maybe he was undercover. Yes. That was it. Her papa and Kydobi would help save her other papa. It was all a surprise. Surely that was the outcome.
While she admired Sweeney for her bravery to run, she didn’t want to get dirty. Instead the pup would look at Juno and whine. What could they do? Save him! Help save him.
“That’s my Papa! That’s our papa!”, she hadn’t seen him but her papa had spoke of him. Told of him.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° — [ these rocks don't lose their shape ]