Speed Racer by Her’s

Basilisk came to the battlefield, armed to the teeth and ready to spill some blood. He’s been playing nice since he took the Armada throne. Stepping carefully around his extremely large family. He knew they watched him carefully after his show down with Kyanite, former Princess and daughter to his grandfather.

But he didn’t want to be careful, he wanted to up the stakes. Here, he wasn’t a Warlord, he was just a wolf looking for something to sharpen his teeth against. The wolf who’s call he answered was a white creature, with a black mask and sharp emerald eyes. He stopped a polite distance from her, and smiled. The expression wasn’t entirely friendly.

“I’ll take that challenge. How nice should I play with you?” He asked, raising a brow, his voice a silky dare.

"Basilisk Fatalis"