when in rome

Basilisk knew what a busy man his father was, and had some idea on what had been going on in Azure’s life lately. He knew about his fight with the pirates, and the resulting scars. His father was… relentless, strong, fearless. It could be intimidating sometimes to know others measured him to his father every time they saw him.

Towering a little over his imposing father, the newly minted Heir followed along both eager and a little weary. Would this truly be a fun outing, or a trail his father had concocted for him? He remembered the time the Champion had tossed him and his sister into the wild and told them to fend for themselves as punishment for something Basilisk had done. He felt a pang at the thought of his sister, wondering how she was getting along in Abaven.

As they arrived at the towing colosseum, with its stone and marble walls, his father stepped aside, indicating for Basilisk to go ahead. The blue-toned wolf did so, and raised a brow at the Champion's words. “Are we expecting a fight?” He murmured softly. Wondering what his father means by ‘exclusive combat’


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