_sabretooth_ (_sabretooth_) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-31 09:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | sabretooth |
Who: Sabretooth (Closed)
When: Just after this
Where: His place.
Why: This is what he does.
Status: Closed
Rating: R
Had ta admit she was perfect. Not, perfect, perfect, but perfect for what he needed. Dark hair, the eyes, skin like fresh milk. Looked an awful lot like the original. Could tell the runt liked her. Least enough that he'd be bothered when he found her sunny side up in a pool of her own blood. If it was more, hell, just make it that much better.
Little too cute fer Creed's taste though. Watchin' 'em on the horses, the picnic basket, made his stomach feel a bit queasy. Stayed down wind from 'em. Took a bit of work to. Trail moved along and put him in a different spot, couple times he woulda' swore they caught wind of him.
This was why he couldn't stand 'im. Always gettin' the girl. Look at her, she's lookin' at him with them big sappy eyes. Got it bad fer the Wolverine. Shame. If she only knew there was somethin' better. Fucking kids got everythin' and he ain't happy. Damn shame. Parta the reason Creed takes it from him, little fucker can't ever 'preciate what he's got.
Soon as the sun set he headed back, making his way back through the heavy brush to the trail head. Ain't nothin' going on up there but a bunch a yackin'.
When he reached Catalina Island there was a big smile on his wicked face. All in all hadn't been a bad coupla weeks. Tonight just rounded it all off nicely. Couldn't wait ta pay Logan's girl a visit. But not yet, he'd let 'em get comfortable, make sure they felt safe, then when they didn't think it was comin', he'd strike.