We made these

Basilisk had noticed the hard nibs on the boy's head, and hadn’t known what to make of them yet. Ignita described them as something of a crown, and Basilisk frowned, his expression curious. He brushed a large digit across the boy's head, feeling the pattern as Ignita called it. A crown. “Interesting indeed.” He murmured. Strength had bleed true in most of this litter. His father, and his father before him would be proud.

Their little Selene had an interesting burst of crystals growing on her legs, Iskandor and Balrog had the shape of retractable claws around their paws, Jamie had little nibs of fangs just starting to show. Jamie’s weakness reminded him of his sister, and he worried what was coming through there. But he would love her no matter her strength.


"Basilisk & Ignita"