self explosive

Odette had sparked an interest in him, just as Aegira had, but for different reasons. He had wanted so badly to corrupt Jupiter's daughter, to turn her against her mother, but Deteste had somehow earned a strange respect from Basilisk. And as her Aegira's caretaker, Basilisk was certain he could not get to the girl so easily. But Odette had been a rogue, abandoned by her parents and family -- now she was here, and she had partially admitted that it was because she wasn't content with being alone. Neither was he, but oh how different his intentions were than hers.

"Consequences..." he would repeat, letting a laugh fall from his lips. Slowly he would rise once again, as though finally recovered from the sudden impact of Odette's body, moving to pace near her, eyes shifting away from her and instead taking in the pack-lands quietly. "She didn't give a damn about consequences. Neither do I." It was all rather vague, but unsurprisingly she inquired what he needed revenge for. "my father was killed before my eyes. And my home was taken from me." His mother had failed him, his father had failed him -- but it was not them he wanted to punish, but the woman that had put the plan into action. A snarl would build in his throat, lips twitching as he fought them from revealing his fangs.

His rage consumed him; a curse that could not be lifted. Perhaps it could, but he had condemned himself to such a fate, knowing his sister shared the same raw need to avenge their father and reclaim whatever sanity they might have left. His purple eyes would land on her once again. "What has happened?" He asked coldly, though he truly wondered -- he doubted it could be anything like the memories that plagued him. Watching his father's heart be torn from his chest. Watching his family fall and scatter like ashes to the wind. Nothing, in his mind's eye, could compare.