Large Pile of Sand
08-27-2013, 11:07 AM
Cross was from the North. Basilisk knew this much -- he had no idea precisely where they resided, or if they simply wandered as they pleased. Since his mother had suddenly reappeared, as though she hadn't abandoned him for nearly a season, he had been more distraught than ever. How dare she sudden show her face, to stake her claim on Tortuga and likely assume that he would willingly join her in her endeavors? No -- she had failed him, as had Kaios. He was disappointed, and though deep in his heart he felt an undying loyalty to her, he was not at all impressed. Nor was he going to bend to her every whim, as though she was entitled to such a thing. He knew that a plot for revenge was forming, and he wanted no part in it.. not yet, at least. He wondered how Cross might react to such knowledge, and this was partially why he found himself traversing so far north, a bit further than where he might normally find himself.
It was early morning. A beautiful sight indeed, if he was phased by such things; with brilliant pink and orange light spreading over the horizon and illuminating the earth. He hardly paid attention to such things, and instead his mind swayed as he wandered further away from his familiar territory, straying into the unknown once again.
Soon, he found himself greeted by the sight of ocean and sand. Not an entirely unpleasant thing, but also not one of his favorite places in the world. The sight of a small child crept into his vision, and he found his curiosity piqued. His ears flicked idly atop his large skull, pace slowing slightly as he continued closer. His purple gaze followed her, watching as she ran and played in the sand. How innocent. Still, as he crept closer, he recognized that this was foreign to him. He had never played like this, even as a young boy. How could so much joy be found in nothing? Brows furrowed as he approached, wondering if she would notice his approach -- or even care. He would be surprised if she wasn't startled, for he was growing to be even taller than most adult wolves he'd met, and even more bulky. "What are you conquering?" His voice boomed out, loud even over the gentle crashing of the waves against the shoreline, eyes narrowing as he watched her.
08-28-2013, 10:47 AM
Innocence was so tantalizing to him. It was not something he mentally recognized, but some kind of interest was sparked in the very core of his being as he watched the girl prance about. Oblivious to the danger that potentially lurked nearby -- to any threat of danger that might exist. He had never been so naive; he envied her for being so free. And yet where were her parents ... ? She was too young to be far from them. He sniffed at the air, finding the scent of other wolves strong in the area, and yet where they resided he was not so sure.
Finally she noticed him as he crept nearer. Her attention had been so captured by her task at hand that she hadn't noticed him until he stood before her. Basilisl watched as the child craned her neck, watching him with wide eyes. He had asked what she was conquering; she had answered, 'my new kingdom' A kingdom not built on blood and past, but of sand and starfish. A smile crept onto his lips, an eerie expression that revealed the white fangs beneath. The girl turned to return to her claimed sand, rather defensively, as though he might steal it.
Bright purple gaze swept around the area, finding no others nearby, but the smell of family was strong. Slowly he placed one paw in front of the other, approaching again, but maintaining a safe distance so if this girl's father suddenly appeared out of thin air, it would not seem like he was trying to hurt her. 'You look like you're strong. Want to be my knight?' A sharp laugh left his lips, but his expression faltered immediately after, and he grew serious again. "I am not the kind of wolf you want to be your knight," he explained gruffly, knowing she was likely too naive understand such things. "I don't think your father would approve..." A smirk appeared on his lips again as he considered what the girl's father's reaction would be to his small child spending time with a male that likely larger than himself -- but if only Basilisk knew...