Big bad king of the sea
07-04-2013, 05:42 AM
Before the male he had addressed spoke to him -- he caught his reflection through the mess of trees and shrubbery that surrounded them -- a female approached. A woman with fur of black and white. His own gaze locked on hers, and briefly the two seemed as though they might stand off; both stood tall and confidently. But he receded, his posture slackening ever so slightly. Basilisk was young, but not completely naive; if these two wolves knew one another, he would not be able to defend himself against them if they chose to ambush him. The slight sneer that had appeared on his face disappeared as he no longer sneered, instead a serious looking coming over the boy's face. He was not yet a year old, but certainly as large as a small amount by now. Time would only tell if he would grow much larger, but it was looking as though he would. The male then spoke, his voice unpleasant on the ears. "I'm Basilisk," he introduced himself simply, creeping a bit closer to the kill. The stench of blood still filled his nostrils, hunger beginning to tease his insides. Perhaps he would take him up on that offer. He glanced towards Pepper, eyes curious. Perhaps this encounter would help him forget of his mother's failed challenge --- of his father possibly lying dead on the battlefield. "And who are you?" |