Slide Shifter
A lone weasel stood on a hilltop, facing the
sunset. He smiled, eyes like ice chips. Dark
clouds settled in the sky and the weasel
smiled. Fat rain drops began splattering on
the ground and the weasel ducked in among
the trees. Behind him he heard branches
cracking. A vermin was following him. He
immediately sprang backwards with dagger
drawn. A mink cushioned his fall and the
weasel snarled. "What are you doing here?
Death or join!" His voice was full on menace
and the timid, I might say, mink burst into
tears. "Oh please don't kill me! I only
wanted a scrap of bread and a drop of
water!" The weasel laughed out loud. "So you
chose me just for that! You thought I would
be soft, eh! You'll have to worked for it!"
He let the mink clamber up and drove him in
front of him, dagger tickling the mink's
back.
Slasher the Gripper