Silver Moraine Race you to the bottom!

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She knew it would be a bad call to avoid food, not that she was actively avoiding it but -- well -- that wasn't food. Sure Jules knew to avoid being picky, but she didn't have any interest in something that far gone. What rankled her mood even further was his commentary - mostly because it didn't mean jack shit to her and the girl always liked being the smartest, slyest bitch around.

Quit yappin', ain't you hungry? She knew he was. Just like she knew that thing was too dessicated to be of use to either of them. They were fighting over nothing (as per usual) and the more he talked, the more she wished for space away from him - yet inevitably, the golden girl drew closer and closer to the remains. She sighed and ducked to grab at some part of the carcass, and then with limbs braced among the stones, she pulled back.

There was a crackling as ice gave way, a weird wet sound, and all of a sudden the possum slipped loose like it had been coated in oil. The blood in its body had become so oxidized that it was black and so, as she carried away her chunk (it looked like the hindquarters of the animal maybe, with some spine and some liquified organs dribbling across her chest) a line of pure nasty followed after her.

Not to appear weak before her boyfriend, she tossed the sloppy chunks against the rocks and then lunged for it - picking at it all with her teeth like the ravenous animal that she was. Thank the powers that be her tastebuds weren't too strongly developed.