Trek Lightly
07-22-2013, 05:37 PM
Empty. That was how Basilisk felt. Upon hearing that his father had died, ever bit of innocent that Basilisk Saxe had left seemed to dissolve instantaneously. Rage engulfed him, unlike anything he'd ever experienced, consuming him fully. Seeing his father's blood stain the battlefield had only added fuel to the fire, setting the darkness in his soul alight for the first time. He would no longer feel at peace with the world, like he once had; something important had been taken from him, and it felt no different than if his heart had been torn from his chest. He vowed to himself silent that he would avenge the bitch that slayed his father, though he hadn't particularly liked or been close to the man. It was not fair that the orange-furred wolf had taken his father, torn him from his mother, who loved him so. Life was not fair -- and he was beginning to learn that in the most difficult way possible. He had grown distant from his two siblings as well, preferring to keep to himself, not wanting them to get caught up in his frequent fits of rage and frustration. It was far easier to keep to himself, to be consumed by the dark thoughts that seemed incapable of ever fading from his mind. His paws took him wherever they happened to direct themselves, carrying a rather large male onward. He was slowly reaching his full potential, standing at an impressive height for a boy not yet a year old. His oversized paws had become much more size-appropriate as the rest of his body began to fill out, his chest widening dramatically over the last few months, giving the one small boy a now more threatening overall appearance. Soon he would stand nearly as tall as his mother, an unstoppable force in the lands of Alacritis. With little realization the almost-yearling had wandered further north, slowly ascending the side of a mountain; he was so lost in his thoughts, the incline felt more like a hill, one that he was not at all surprised he'd been able to climb so rapidly. The land flattened out here, the sparse trees becoming even less frequent. It took the boy some time to realize that the thick ice beneath his paws seemed to encase an entire forest -- he looked down, his expression rather solemn but somewhat interested as he examined the world below. The vegetation and trees were still green, stunning in their brightness. He longed to be among the trees, frozen in time, trapped beneath it all -- it would be easier with no choices, no decisions to make. A scowl graced his features as he gazed upward, catching the scent of an unfamiliar creature as a breeze ruffled his pelt. With ease he slunk forward, making no effort to shrink into himself, instead preferring to remain tall and even push his chest out a bit to make him seem even larger than usual. As he came within earshot of the strange, he called out, his tones demanding, though not totally dominating in nature. "Give me your name," he called, his voice echoing across the flat expanse of ice. |