You belong to me forever and always

Basilisk, from the outside, was a weak man -- controlled by a woman even smaller than himself, with no intent on breaking free from her grasp quite yet. But inside his hate had only grown, bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to unleash when he saw fit. Everything he had ever loved had been destroyed -- his home, his father. There was no use in caring for anyone, since they all seemed to leave him. He remembered Clash, the boy he had sparred with on the battlefield -- Aegira, the tiny girl in the cavern -- Odette, the brave wolf that had somehow captured his interest and part of his heart, in a twisted way. And his sister, oh where was she? She had sworn she would remain by his side, and where was she now? Cataleya was all he had, and he was not even sure he wanted her.

Her words were gentler than he expected. How quickly her emotions changed, from anger to something more composed ... even he was more in control of himself. A cold exterior kept the rest locked inside. His facade was always like this, painted with a mild distaste for his own existence and a morbid sense of self-loathing that was all too genuine. And yet he suddenly questioned everything as she murmured 'You on the other hand...'. Basilisk shifted, moving his weight from one paw to the next. The feeling of her wet nose was enough to send him twisting, truly not wanting to feel her wrath if he disobeyed her -- she was bitchy enough for the both of them lately. Slowly his body turned, writhing to the ground as she pushed him over quickly. There would be no fighting. He knew she would not inflict pain upon him unless he disobeyed her, and he was so masochist like his mother. The mere thought of wishing pain on himself made him nauseated, but he pushed such thoughts from his mind quickly.

His own purple gaze sought hers, as unfeeling as her own. The boy did not feel love or compassion, but he knew how it felt to want. And he felt a strange sort of longing as she towered over him, only vaguely aware what kind of longing it was. Companionship was a natural desire in any beast, however heartless they claimed to be, and he wondered why she had chosen him for now. "You want me to help care for your children?" Came his question a long moment later, perhaps a bit late.