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*Basileus* · (This post was last modified: 01-02-2016, 11:13 PM by Basileus.)

The moment he rounded an outcropping and laid eyes on the lake Basileus froze. His eyes narrowed briefly in confused as he tried to figure out what exactly he was looking down at. Far below him and nestled between two mountains was what looked like a lake with one exception: he could very clearly see trees through the water. The brute cast a sidelong glance to either side while scenting the air. He was alone, which was both a blessing and a nuisance. He needed to find his man and head home already and if he wanted to do it quickly he couldn't risk anymore distractions. But...

His gaze once more went to the spectacle below and he licked his lips. A couple minutes of investigation - perhaps he was wrong and Enrico had taken refuge down below? - couldn't hurt any. The trail was already cold; how much colder could it get? With his mind made up Basileus began to make his way down the mountain.

By the time he reached the lake he was no longer alone but Basileus chose to approach anyway. Maybe he would get lucky - which was unlikely - and the stranger would speak Italian and be able to answer some of his questions, perhaps even point him in the right direction. And maybe, if he were really, really lucky, he'd suddenly sprout wings and Basileus could jump onto his back and let the man fly him to his target. He could hope, right?

After stopping at the edge of the ice Basileus called out, "Buon giorno! Parla italiano, signore?" Briefly his gaze left the stranger as he placed a forepaw on the ice to test it. Clearly it could be walked upon since the man was sliding around on it, but how wise was it? For all he knew the man was crazy or diseased and as a result, fearless.

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