the webs we weave

♘ w h i t e k n i g h t—


fatalis. a name he'd do well to remember. basilisk had a son then. so where was his wife at the borders? questions flared but not enough to ask, albeit the urge to know was a thick one. he swivels his ears, doing away with the inquires for now. his garnet gaze eyed the other, discovering the mutation that fit the name they had. four eyes- pinkish hues and a smokey coat with an intricate pattern. a new sight for him but he perfectly concealed the notion. he did not resembled basilisk in the slightest. "co-heir? then my loyalty lay with you as well." he felt the need to lighten the mood; the vibe of the other proving apathetic in a sense. what might've happened to them? casimir sought to create a better acquaintance first before prying. "I spar when I have to." he assured, giving a light chuckle.




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