An offering of bones
Asla
09-07-2020, 02:47 PM
He raised his head from his bow, keeping his posture ever so slightly tilted downwards. So not to offend his betters. It was his prerogative to lay down his and die beside the empty vessel. His life was worth less than hers, and it was the greatest shame that she had died before him. Basilisk had no intention of dying today. It was a small, rebellious spark. Proving that not all life had been beaten from the slave. “This is the empty vessel that had once housed her.” He said, indicating the body and saying nothing on her ability to be weak or strong. That was not his place to lay judgment upon, after all. She introduced herself as a Princess, even better then nobility, Royalty but not from a sect he was familiar with. He could not recall hearing of the ‘Fatalis’ sect. But then, he was just a humble slave, who was he to know his betters? He bowed his head again, as low as he was able to. “This One is named Basilisk, if it pleased you, My Princess.” he said humbly, but that spark had not yet faded. This royal Princess had deemed him worthy of a moment's attention. Perhaps also she offered a chance at life? “Would the Esteemed Princess take a gift from this Humble Servant? this one little to offer you, but the bones of this empty vessel.” he indicated again the lifeless sake of meat beside him. |