self explosive

Basilisk Saxe watched, waiting, for her reaction. Savoring the slight look of unease that washed over Odette's gentle features at his admission. Purple gaze would shine as a hollow laugh left his lips, an unpleasant but raw sound. "Revenge, Odette," he told her softly, his tones rushed and somewhat urgent. He had no idea that the woman he was seeking had abandoned her pack, had perhaps even abandoned the lands of Alacritia altogether; and even if he had possessed such knowledge, it would not quench the burning hate, lodged deep within his chest. "I was force claimed," he explained somewhat warily, shifting his weight from one paw to the next. His frame would move as he took a few steps to the side, as though pacing, in sync with the rapid thoughts that whirled around his mind. "She fought me, and she won. But I do not intend to escape from her quite yet. She has promised to train me. To help me." So long as he stayed with her. He knew her intentions -- to turn him into a killer. A ruthless thing. As far as he was concerned, she was only pushing him a bit quicker along the path that he had already been condemned to. Pain and suffering was all he expected, and though he desperately wished for more, he knew he had no choice in the matter.


Perhaps someday he would want to free himself, but he found comfort in guidance. In being controlled. Just like his mother. Odette offered him an off-handed comment about how he resembled her father; he simple made a soft huff sound and averted his gaze. "Happiness is so relative. I am alive. I am fine. What about you?" Did she, too, find comfort in her new pack? In rules and boundaries? Or did she seek something else here?