carve your name [challenge]
01-24-2016, 04:28 PM
If not for the identity of the one who called out a challenge Basileus would have carried on with his hunt. He didn't particularly care about the dramas of this land because this land was not his home. But the one who challenged today was Bacchus, a man he'd grown to like. He considered him a friend; and such a relationship outside of the Cosca was rare for Basileus. So of course he came. There was something about the field that Bacchus howled from that unnerved the mafioso. It was picturesque; the grass lush, the sky blue; but there was an eeriness to the air that caused Basil's hackles to rise. This was a killing field. He knew what death underfoot felt like, how it seemed to seep up from the ground and taint all who walked on it. He reached his friend without fanfare. Basileus didn't call out his support or make a scene. Instead he simply gave his friend a firm nod and slowed to a stop nearby. His presence was his support. There was no need to say anything. |