She's a giggle at a funeral
02-11-2015, 11:01 PM
His lips curled in a warning as Cascade further invaded his space. Unable to trust himself, he stood still. Her words only served to fuel the growing fire. He didn't want to hear what she had to say, didn't want to hear again how she justified her actions. His tone mocking, he said, "I'm sorry, tell me again how any of that gives you the right to fuck with the way I handle the wolves in my life?" Like Cataleya, she was beginning to confuse her connection to him with the right to dictate how he did things. He was his own person; one who was perfectly capable of making decisions. He could take who or what he wanted, Valentine didn't disagree with her there, but Rhythm was different. He didn't just wanted to have her, he wanted to know her. |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.