Reminiscing

The old basilisk has worshipped the ground Azure had stepped on. He'd given everything for a moment praise from his sire. He'd moulded his life around his father's image. That was before Azure had left. Had abandoned them. Before Basilisk had fallen in love, proposed to Hazel, and adopted a child. This child wouldn't bow so easily to Azure, nor did he think the older man deserved it. He had left them. HE HAD LEFT THEM.


But it was no easy thing to stand up to the man he had feared and adored in equal measures. It was a crossroads that came and went in a blink of an eye. He could stand down and fall to attention before his former Alpha, or he could grab hold of this path he forged for himself. The Azure he knew wouldn't approve of his fiance, of his tiny child. He would never, ever, give them up.


It was clear by azures manner that he had two choices; submit and fall into place, or challenge him. If there had been a third option, a middle ground, he might have taken it. Instead, the colossal giant of a wolf peeled his lips back over his teeth in a challenge. Egging his father on. "I'm not 'your boy' any longer father." he said, as he attempted to catch the paw his father raised to strike him