Where are you gonna go when I'm gone?
09-24-2013, 09:36 AM
If only she knew! He needed guidance badly. Basilisk did not crave being dominated, not really ... he simply craved direction. In whatever way he could find it. Purple gaze strayed, his vision still swaying as he slowly drifted back to consciousness. Never had he felt so weak -- so small, despite the fact that he was quite a bit larger than this female. Inexperienced. Too arrogant to realize that he was not a worthy opponent. Size and brute strength ... they were not everything, even if he wished it so. His chest heaved as he lay there. The pain had subsided significantly, but still it lingered, a dull throbbing reminder of how stupid he had been. Everything felt so meaningless suddenly. A brief image of his siblings flashed in his mind. Where were they? Was Salamander even still alive? Or was he, too, beginning to succumb to the darkness of his mind? It was inevitable for the children of Newt and Kaios; they had never been given the option of normalcy. Perhaps the perversion was genetic, something that was built in the very fiber of their beings.. It sure felt like it. "Right," the boy replied simply -- finally -- after a moment of silence. His voice was strained, and rumbled from deep within his chest. His tongue slid from between parted jaws to wet his dry lips. For someone in such a predicament, he was entirely relaxed. Everything was so absurd and meaningless that he knew no other reaction than to simply lay before his master, and wait. He would need to regain his strength .. to train. But he wasn't even certain if he cared about avenging his father anymore. Her question came suddenly, and he blinked for a long while, almost as though confused by the question. "Basilisk Saxe." |
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