'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)
06-14-2013, 08:42 PM
Medusa's call went noticed by nearly everyone in Amenti, Basilisk was sure -- all the young boy knew was that a woman was calling, his mother, and she didn't sound impressed. Half-asleep, he stumbled onto all fours, uncomfortable at the thought of her talking to some angry lady without him being there if, you know, he had to protect her. He'd never actually had to step in, but he damn sure would try. Basilisk had been growing stronger by the day, now the size of a small adult, even though he was hardly more than half a year old. Beginning to realize that his mother and father were not exactly the most loved creatures in the world, judging by how others tended to interact with them, he grew nervous at the prospect of someone wanting to hurt them. Hadn't Newt told him there were wolves like that, out there, that would try to hurt him? His mornings would begin late, waking late after his siblings and setting out on his own. Basilisk would run, far, as far and as fast as he could without collapsing from exhaustion. Training, or something, he supposed. All he knew was that it was making him stronger, the outline of bulky leg muscles beginning to form on his legs, his chest growing wider it seemed by the day. And as the days passed, he grew more resentful of the wolves who seemed to have something against his parents. They were mere whispers, spoken among the adults of Amenti, of revenge. Or perhaps Basilisk had imagined them entirely. The invisible wolves, threatening to tear down any semblance of normalcy in his life and tear it to pieces. Not quite frantic, but certainly excited -- and not in a good way -- Basilisk escaped the confines of the family den, immediately trailing his mother's scent, as well as Syn's. The journey was far quicker than he had imagined, or perhaps he was so engulfed in confusion that he lost track of time. His mother, Newt, the invincible Queen, and his father, the slayer, the one who washed the scum from the earth himself. Destroyers. Royalty. They wore their titles proudly in the young boy's head, sculpting him, inevitably drawing him into the the chaos and evil that they had themselves created. Soon the scene came into view. He was drawn to Syn's side quickly, forcing himself to say silent, hopefully unnoticed. Eyes widened a the fire in his mother's eyes. His own fur bristled dangerously, passion brewing within his own chest. This stranger was challenging for Amenti, for ownership. A silent snarl curled his lips, revealing small, pure-white teeth. With a quick trot, he slid beside his sister, unabashed in the way he brushed against her. Though he offered no display of affection, his presence alone seemed enough for him. "Who's this bitch?" he questioned, his words harsh and unrelenting as he slid down to his belly beside Syn, eyes never once leaving his mother and this other woman challenging her. |
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