ardent

Large Pile of Sand



Basilisk I

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
-
posts
139
10-01-2013, 12:01 PM

For so long he had felt hopeless; he had so little left to live for. By now, he was certain that his father's carcass had completely rotted, perhaps even his bones had begun to disintegrate,. His mother had fallen from her rightly-earned once again, and his siblings were as hard to find as ever. And yet Odette sparked some kind of hope inside him. It was a strange feeling, and he kept his eyes on her as she spoke, utterly clueless of the evils of the world. It was alarming that he was likely the most corrupt wolf she had met so far in her short life; he was not a ruthless killer, though he was certainly beginning to slip into a more dark alignment...

It would be wrong to proclaim his innocence, although he had never spilled blood. His dreams were tainted by imagines of tearing out Jupiter's throat, of sinking his entire muzzle into her chest and bathing in her blood. How warm he imagined it to be... Someday he would kill her; or he would die trying. These thoughts flooded his mind periodically, especially now that Odette began to speak of ruling her self-proclaimed Kingdom. He knew Syn wanted to take over Jupiter's pack, her pride and joy; what would such a thing be like?

The unfamiliar sound of a male's call made him jerk slightly, muscles tensing as he gazed about. It was quite obvious it was her father calling her -- and he would not linger much longer. It would be utterly stupid. And so she buried her treasures one by one, and he let a faint smirk paint his features. "If you're lucky," he joked, his lyrics faintly sarcastic, but likely to be taken as an obvious 'yes' by the child. Instead of giving her a farewell, he dipped his muzzle before turning and heading back from whence he came.

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