Buzzard Boy

*Basilysk* · (This post was last modified: 12-01-2015, 01:05 PM by Basilysk.)

Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war
His prey would startle, freezing like a deer caught in headlights as the seductive words enticed a vision of warmth and sanctuary from the harsh conditions of the day. He was not left waiting long before the crimson stranger gave his answer. Of course the words where agreement, what choice did the man have? To die in the cold embrace of the blizzard or follow a stranger to his lair. “Nay, fear not, your journey is a short one” Basilysk promised him, and with those warm and cuddly words Basil would give a slow turn and begin the rise upwards again, leading a path through through the snow and towards the safety of the crevice that marked his current temporary home.

It was slower returning to his cave then had been to leave it, although his carefully placed steps and easy going spoke of a well traversed path and a complex knowledge of the path beneath the layer of snow. He would lead Ankaios to the cave beneath the ledge he had waited upon, with the outcropping of the rocks above them in created a roof even before they got inside and it would be here the Ancora descendant shook out his coat, stamping his feet on the stone before slipping inside.

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