ardent

the hills have eyes.



Basilisk I

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
-
posts
139
08-27-2013, 09:15 PM



For the first time in a long while, Basilisk felt relaxed as he lay there on his belly, gazing at Cross with curious purple eyes. He was not threatened by him, nor was he uncomfortable talking to him -- if anything, he respected the other boy quite a bit, and felt as though he had found a new friend. An ally. And yet he still did not trust him fully, and would keep him at a safe distance until he knew he could trust him entirely.

War.. the possibility of it was something that seemed to constantly loom on the horizon. He knew his mother had gained the trust of quite a few wolves; and he knew their were enough unstable creatures out there to simply jump at the mention of such a large battle. He wondered if it was a certain deathtrap, but he knew he was not comfortable with the idea entirely. Even if it involved killing Jupiter ... that was a task he had silently saved for himself. He vowed he would kill her, or die trying -- it was the thing that kept him going, the light at the end of his tunnel. He wondered if death, too, might be equally as gratifying. Absence of pain .. of consciousness. It was a grim thought, but one he had considered. 'Maybe someone just has to be the strong one to break the cycle,' Cross mused, and Basilisk averted his gaze, as though uncomfortable at such a notion. "Maybe," he said

His mind wandered, knowing he could not share such things with Cross. Not yet. Maybe in the future. He valued his fellow male's opinion, and yet when he recalled his father's demise, he didn't give a damn about being strong or breaking cycles. Just about revenge. It burned deep in his soul, ignited once again by the bitch's presence her ... almost as though she was following him. "You say you descended from a wolf who was once known as a murderer? Tell me, Cross -- would you feel like you'd have to avenge him if someone killed him? Would you just leave it be? Or would you think he'd deserved it?" It wasn't a pressing question, but merely one poised out of curiosity.