Nothing in This World
06-12-2013, 08:50 PM
Truth be told, he was rather large for a pup. He was approaching the size of a small adult, but his awkward paws and slightly large head gave away his age easily. Even his voice was not quite fully developed. Despite his obvious lack of age, he was a rather large child, already growing far to be far bulkier than his brother. Feli then spoke. Her voice really was quite nice, much smoother than his mom's -- and though he preferred hers, a new voice was a welcome thing for the curious boy. "You must be very proud of them, Basilisk," she said, and all he replied was, "Yup," though he lifted his head an inch or so higher. He was beginning to realize the kind of power his parents had, even if only vaguely. His father, unbeknownst to him thus far, was a cold-blooded killer, a merciless rapist. Was he, too, inherently evil, simply by virtue of his upbringing? The possibility was certainly there, evident in the strange, empty way he began to stare at Killian. But the moment was short-lived, and he brightened a bit as he began to speak, blinking a few times. Basilisk was blind to the purpose of the wink given to Felicitas, coming to the conclusion that the wolf simply had something in his eye. He was merely six months old, not at all mature enough to understand romance and all that went with it. "I would be honored to meet with your parents later on, little one. They would probably appreciate you being escorted home anyway." Hm. Basilisk shrugged his shoulders, unsure why it was such a big deal. "I'm allowed to be on my own," he said simply. He then announced himself as Killian. Basilisk's purple eyes were serious, growing slightly wider as he shifted and lifted a paw up, as though he was injured. Felicitas had reclined to the earth, and his tail flicked behind him in pleasure. "I'm okay. I can stay out for a little while." Home was not terribly far away, and though he had begun to go cold, he found that inching a bit closer to the geyser, and Felicitas in turn, eased the unpleasant feeling considerably. "Is your paw 'kay, Killian?" He said abruptly, no empathy hidden in his tones, merely mild curiosity and a desire for an explanation. |