Let me love you

Despite his cold facade, the hateful exterior he so proudly displayed to the rest of the world, Basilisk craved companionship. Even the most vile creatures wanted someone to share in their misfortunes with, to share in their glory or pain -- even him. And yet his needs were only satiated by his sister, and for now, by Cataleya, who kept him grounded. Her strength and experience far surpassed his own, and he knew fighting was useless; and so he would remain with her for now, strangely content with the dynamic the two of them shared, content for now to be controlled by another while being given enough freedom to satiate his restless soul.

His flesh would crawl as she nipped at his ear, feeling a shiver crawl down his spine. As though his body craved her, aroused by the pungent odor she had begun to release. A soft growl would leave his throat, mirroring her own. Cataleya sure was a lot more fun when you did as she pleased; which was proving to be quite easy for Basilisk, the more time he spent with her.

His own body would shift, searching for the source of the sudden scent. A woman, unfamiliar to both of them. Another snarl would linger on his lips as his eyes found the girl. Older than himself, but still quite young. Cat would command him to bring her, and with ease he would rush forward. The girl would try to run, but he would not allow it -- sinking his fangs into the back of her neck, tugging roughly at her scruff as he dragged her back to where he had previously stood. A whimper would escape the girl's jaws, and he would only tug harder on the flesh that was trapped between his jaws.