my heart runs on gasoline vapors
[ armada joining thread ]
When they see Basilisk, their ears pin forward, but this is the only outward signal of surprise. He's a big man, and Lefty doesn't flinch, approaching with a respectful posture. "That's me, yes." Their head drops, a little dipping motion.
"I understand I'm to serve as a slave for some time, until I prove I can thrive and succeed." Lefty doesn't mention that they, apparently, made a good impression. "It's good to meet you, Sir Basilisk. Is there... a title I should call you? I don't want to be presumptuous."
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
Basilisk couldn’t help a small twitch of surprise at the ‘Sir’ being a part of the adult world still caught him by surprise every now and then. He had grown up with the wolves here, they knew him as a kid. ‘Sir’ didn’t really roll of the tongue when talking to a wolf that had been a kid only last season.
He wasn’t entirely certain what to do with Lefty, or what she should address him as. He knew that this was a part of the Warlords test. In the end, he did as his father would have. “You can call me Prince Basilisk.” He was the Crown Prince, after all.
He glanced at the Treehouse behind him, and scrunched up his nose. “You can sleep…” He wasn’t sure he had an answer to end that sentence just yet. It was too cold to keep her outside, but the den only had two rooms. One occupied by himself and Hazel, the other with their kid, Spider. “... In Spider’s room.” His expression darkened, becoming more sure of himself, more serious. “You hurt my kid, and you won’t make it out of this tree house alive.” He warned her. With that, he trotted up the ramp, leading the way.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
"Of course, Prince Basilisk." Prince. That was... promising. It meant, then, that she was likely testing him in turn. As he spoke of the child, her eyes became more intense.
"I will protect Spider with my life. March-- my companion-- will keep watch of the door while we sleep." Immediately, they had pledged themselves to the defense of a child they hadn't met.
But he walked, and Lefty followed, step sharp and precise.
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
Basilisk grunted at that, doubting the small wolf could do anything he couldn’t do. Of course, an extra set of eyes might be beneficial. In fact… “Do you know anything about kids?” He asked, keeping any… hopefulness out of his tones. He didn’t want Lefty to know that he had no idea what he was doing. But if he could tease some good tips out of her, that would be good. “In fact, while you're here, I want you to ensure Spider is fed and has what they need. Excluding anything Sirius gives you, that will be your primary concern.” There. That was a good use of the slave.
They reached the entrance to the treehouse, and he swung open the door, leading the way to Spider’s room. “Do you know anything about the structure of the pack? Have you been told the rules, or given bedding?” He needed to know where to start.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Spider needed food and to be taken care of. Lefty noted the importance of taking care of the Prince's child, and then dipped their head again. "With your permission, Prince Basilisk, I would make a bird my companion, so that I could keep an eye on Spider when I am required elsewhere."
Lefty is already thinking ahead. Their strategic mind forms. Reacts. "I have not, no. I have observed an amount of pragmatism and reliance on deed, not word, but anything you have to tell me will be greatly appreciated."
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
"Right. Well… this is the place, that room will be yours and Spider's. Let's head to the Col and go over things, and then I'll introduce you to Spider." He decided.
Almost as soon as they entered the tree house, he was leading her out again. Trotting at a pace mindful of shorter legs, he led her towards the Col expecting her to follow.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
As they were given their permission, they noted the scent of ... food passing over. They'd find the stash and toss it out before it turned.
They left the tree house together. Lefty didn't complain about having to keep a bit of a faster pace. "It's very homey in there, thank you." Lefty adjusted their stance a little. "Who else lives in there?" She had picked up the scents, after all.
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
"My mate, Hazel. She's the pack's General" he informed her, a hint of pride entering his tone. But that wouldn’t be all the scents she was picking up. "Under the tree house is Halos den, and my Uncle Mortis and their family. They've six kids, so if you see any pups running around it's probably them." He explained.
They reached the entrance into the Col, and walked between the mountains. The pack’s Obelisk stood in the centre point, with the communal fire and meeting point stretching out behind it. He didn’t lead her up to it yet, first turning into one of the dens that littered the mountainside. [b] “This is our pack’s stores, help yourself to some bedding, and anything else you think you might need.” Probably not the way Seer would have done, but the old Warlord had left her to him.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
A thrill went through him at hearing the address he had asked for falling from her muzzle. He could get used to this. When Lefty looked through the supplies, and made a note about weapons, he laughed. He couldn't help it. She had met his Grandfather, right? "Your choice, but the Warlord will likely stick a weapon in your paws the moment he sees them empty" he informed her. Slave or not, the wolves of Armada had the research and knowledge to defend themselves. It was a rule that had been in place long before he was born.
"Sure, I'm sure Spider would like that" he agreed, backing out of the supply den. He led her next towards the Obelisk, where she could read the pack's rules etched into the stone. "This is the pack's meeting place. Communal dens are placed to the right, and to the left after the market's entrance. Seers den is the one at the highest point up there" he said, pointing up the mountain. "Behind me is the walkway to First Light Point, the main watch post of the pack. Any questions?"
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
"I would like to make my own weapon and shield." She speaks boldly, perhaps, but there is an assurance in her voice. "A... well. A way to prove myself, but also because I do enjoy the process of smithing." Here, their jaws twitched into a little smile.
Then they approached the obelisk together; she tilts her head and reads it over, nodding -- "I've no questions, Prince Basilisk. If any come up, I'll ask you." She deliberately didn't mention Sirius; he was an option to ask, of course, but she was meant to report to Basilisk.
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
Hmm… Basilisk considered that idea, and then nodded his head, giving her his approval “We’ve a smithy you can use, as well.” He informed her, though she had likely seen it on their walk to the stores. “You’ll have to scavenge for your own supplies, and you can make it in your down time.” He wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
He gave her a moment to read over the rules and come to terms with them before he spoke again. “As a slave, you're required to do what any wolf asks of you. If you get clashing jobs, you learn to juggle or which wolf you can disappoint. You have full rights to your body. If a wolf tries to take advantage, you call for help. A high ranking wolf will appear, and the transgresser will likely become a slave themselves." He told her, already turning from the Obelisk. “Let’s get you settled in and introduce you to Spider.” Hopefully he hadn’t forgotten anything. He had no doubt one of his Grandfathers companions was keeping an eye on him.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
"I won't disappoint you, Prince Basilisk." Her eyes were bright and eager. There was no hesitation in them. Lefty could already see her usefulness and it made her feel delighted in the way only good work could.
After listening to the words, they spoke: "This is all fair. I ... appreciate my rights." Delicately said, a side-stepping allusion to something Lefty did not wish to discuss overmuch. As Basilisk turned, Lefty followed, head high despite their station.
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
Basilisk nodded his head at her, acknowledging her promise. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do with a slave. He knew his Father would have treated her poorly, and Sirius would set her up to succeed while pushing her to go further. But Basilisk? He wasn’t sure. A part of him didn’t want to deal with the responsibility, but he knew that was unbecoming of the Armada Heir.
“Yes. Well, the Warlord has his own version of fairness” He said as she spoke of her rights. She could be pushed and tested, but that was a line that could not be crossed. He led her back out of the Col again. By now, she was hopefully getting a feel for the land. As he approached the treehouse he raised his head and called out to Spider, summoning his kid.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
then a grin breaks out across their lips, flashing a mouthful of sharp teeth as their expression shifts with impish delight. "oh, hello - you're new."
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