the hills have eyes.
08-07-2013, 03:45 PM
basilisk was not forced to wait for long. he wondered, ever so briefly, what the worse case scenario might be. perhaps a wicked beast might come and overpower him, and threaten to take his life? but no, he would run before then -- he was not so stupid as to willingly to sacrifice his life. something like pleasure shone in his gaze, purple eyes blazing with life as his enemy approached him. it was the first time in a great while that he had felt anything at all. he shifted from one paw to the other, sizing up his opponent. his tongue slid from his maw, gliding slowly over his canines, waiting. he knew how sweet the taste of blood was, but was wolf blood as delicious? perhaps even more so? only time would tell. the male was silent, never offering a word. basilisk was grateful, for he had nothing to say. there was little use in exchanging names, for it was likely that they might never meet again after this day. luckily he was about the same size as him, give or take a few inches; it was nearly impossible to tell at such a distance. eyes narrowed as he stared the boy down, impressed when he did not flinch or back off. perhaps the best opponent that he could've hoped for! it seemed to be an equal match indeed. gaze continued to sweep over the boy -- he seemed to be the same age as he, not a child and yet not yet an adult. he was impressive in size, limbs lined with strong muscles. not quite as heavy-set as he was, but he didn't seem to lack his own strength. he wondered who this boy was, and where he was from. but truthfully, it didn't matter too much, and he didn't linger on it for long at all. he was far more concerned with beginning the fight. since he was the one who had invited a challenger, it was the other boy he had the right to choose the rounds, the stipulations of the fight. but none came. "no deaths or permanent maiming," he spoke clearly and simply, no emotion lingering in his tones. as a mere amateur, he was not yet considering all of the possible areas that cross could strike. his own stance stiffened, paws widening as he perfected his posture -- aiming to pounce. his mind was much more set on attacks, rather than defenses. perhaps he was a bit cocky, but he did not doubt himself as much as he ought to. tail was held out straight behind him as his hind legs kicked off from the earth, jaws parting as he attempted to grab cross by the scruff of the neck, aiming for the right side. |