Until the end of days

Basilisk glanced at Artorias and his lip twitched subtly at the other wolf's words. But he didn’t speak, in fact, that was the moment when his Ignita arrived. Walking slowly down the aisle, Sirius at her side. When did his Grandfather have time to organise this? But he couldn’t dwell on the thought. His eyes locked on Ignita, and he could feel his pulse quicken. This was it, this was the moment all their planning had led to.

The moment where he would claim her for all wolves to see. Where he would call her his, forevermore. Never would the beautiful desert Princess escape his grasp. She glowed at that moment. Cleaned to perfection, with a little flower behind her hair. She wore his necklace, and it sat stark against her chest. The faint hints of blue stood out against the sandy tones of her coat.

She arrived silently, Sirius departing before she reached him. She dipped her head and he winked silently at his bride. He wasn’t sure if he could speak at that moment, if he opened his muzzle. But shortly after, he had no choice but to try. Artorias began the ceremony. Addressing first their guests, and then the couple. “I, Basilisk Fatalis, take Ignita as my wife and mate. To have and to hold, to cherish and honour in highs and in lows. I vow to protect and defend her in body and spirits-” this was said with a hint of a possessive growl ”-with all of my strength and courage. I vow to give her the best of myself, the whole of my heart and soul. From this day, until the end of days.” His eyes were on Ignita, his words were said with passion, possessiveness, and with love.

He turned to the paint that had been left by the altar for them, and dipped the brush carefully through the wet surface. He raised Ignita paw gently, holding it in a gentle caress. With swift, practised strokes, he began to make the band across her forepaw. Leaving his mark in paint across her fur. Their promise, which would be tattooed into permanence and a part of themselves. As the wolves themselves would be forevermore. He finished the mark and placed her paw gently back on the ground, and swiped the faintest mark across her nose with the last drop of paint on the brush. Grinning at his mate, his almost-wife as he dropped the brush back into the bucket.


"Basilisk" | "Ignita"