To rise above Heir

Basilisk was embarrassed and disgruntled. He had wanted so badly… but perhaps he should have taken into account that there was a measure of luck and chance in such things. But it stung, a lot. Levi had beaten their father. The short sprout had managed it, so why couldn’t he?

He faced his dad, his face a little flushed. He did however manage to look his Sire in the eye. “I need to be more unpredictable, and aim to deal more damage immediately. I should have gone for a maim, upped the stakes” he decided. He needed to be more ambitious next time.

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