give me your best shot

Basilisk had won his first spar against Levi, taken down his first solo prey, and was ready for some more action. The raven he had killed, he had already tried to turn its wings into an accessory - like his father. He was small yet, but the wings still looked a little silly on his back, so he took them off and left them hidden in a corner of the den. No point giving his siblings fuel to tease him.

He was making his way towards the training ring when he heard his sister call out, demanding an opponent to spar with. Perfect he thought excitedly, and picked up his pace. Making his way towards the ocean, and then up towards the barracks and training rings. There he found the sibling that looked the most like him. His opposite, in colours of fire. That wasn’t the only thing different about them. Cal had heavier set front paws, bear-like, in a similar fashion as their father. Her colours shone with actual light, unlike his own, and her spurs sat on her shoulder instead of her legs. To top it all off, Basilisk was already taller than her. He was taller than all of his siblings, in fact.

He grinned at his sister, stopped before her to nudge her shoulder with his head. “Come on then, shorty - pick a ring, I’ll take you on”


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