Be Mine
09-06-2014, 06:33 PM
"I think..." Valentine would turn his head to look at the fae as she gathered her thoughts. "We should help." Suddenly the little wolf turned and was off, moving in the direction she had come. The brute's eyes widened as he settled on the belief that she was getting ready to jump in after the wolverine. It was entirely possible for her to make it--hell, the cub had--but there was no way she could make it to the other side with the creature's heavy rump swinging from her jaws. Determined not to have to rescue both cub and girl, Valentine decided to beat her to the punch. He leapt towards the wolverine, who, upon seeing the giant wolf sailing towards him, squealed. Had it not been for the limited size of his island, the cub would have been scrabbling out of the brute's way as if his tail were on fire. Instead, he froze, head jerking to the left and to the right in the hopes that an option would suddenly become available to him. In a heartbeat, Valentine had the wolverine by the scruff and was lifting him off the carcass. His paws hit the bloated flesh in pairs, first the front and then the back as he pushed himself off the body. Under his weight, the carcass sank and cracked, spewing fetid air into the atmosphere. In seconds Valentine was on the other side and turning to gaze triumphantly across the tar pit. Proudly, and perhaps a bit saucily, he sought the attention of the little she-wolf. His charm was quickly shattered as the indignant squalling of the wolverine split the air. The little monster turned, and, in a feat of strength Val was completely unprepared for, twisted itself up and into his face. Its loose hide aided it in its endeavors, and in a flash it was tearing at his nose. Quite justified in his reaction, Valentine flung the creature away as if it were a venomous serpent. Not to be so easily disposed off, the wolverine rolled and was on his pudgy little paws, ripping across the terra in a mad dash to reach the wolf who had repeatedly mocked him. It lunged at his paws, seeking to dig needle sharp teeth into the brute's toes. Understandably, Valentine, who wished not to have his toes chewed upon, began to lift them in quick succession as the wolverine dove at them. In a last ditch effort to avoid its teeth, Valentine jumped away from the cub, allowing it to chase him around the tar pits until he'd had enough of its shenanigans. Once he was thoroughly done with the whole thing, he turned to give chase. The wolverine, sensing the change in the yearling, had the sense to flee and Valentine was left without a single shred of dignity before the pretty little she-wolf. For many long moments he was at a lose at how to salvage his ruined pride, and in the end he decided there was nothing to be done about it so he made his way towards the girl. Draped in a sullen demeanor with blood dripping off his chin he seated himself before the fae. His tone sardonic, he said, "Told you he was happy." "Speaking" Thinking |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.