Be Mine

*Valentine* · 08-20-2014, 08:21 PM

Fascination lit up the bored boy's features as he gazed upon the spectacle jutting out of the tar pit. A large corpse of some kind, too charred and decayed to be readily identified, lay partially submerged. Atop it, gazing forlornly at him, was a young wolverine. "You got greedy, didn't you?" he rumbled, a faint smirk pulling up his features. Valentine circled to the left of the pit, eying the distance between the little weasel and stable ground. "How did you get over there, anyway? Hell of a jump." Well, a hell of a jump for one so small. For Valentine the move would have been effortless.

As he drew closer, the stranded creature bared its teeth at him in silent warning and Valentine, held firmly by an amicable mood, would settle upon his haunches in an effort to keep the peace. "Relax, little man, I'm just curious." He didn't wish the young predator any harm, in fact he was quite taken with his efforts. Of course, the wolverine had bitten off more than it could chew, but the brute couldn't find it in himself to fault the creature for it. In response to Valentine's show of peace, the wolverine sat slowly, never taking his gaze from the much larger predator.

A wolverine-sized hole below the carcass's ribs caught the yearling's attention and Valentine's face lit up in amusement. "Have you," a sly grin weaseled its way onto his features, "made yourself comfortable?" Had he been there awhile? Stuffed himself to the gills and been unable to make the jump back? "Gluttony is a sin, you know." In response the wolverine's ears flicked back and Val grinned. "I mean no disrespect, but uh, you're stuck aren't you?" The wolverine, in response, flipped his shit, hissing and spitting out what the boy could only assume were foreign curses while stomping around the rumpside of his decaying island.

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