Matters of the Heart
01-28-2014, 10:19 PM
Home. He had once known this place as home, but it had been taken from him -- and now he was here, once again. Deteste had given him power, so blindly and freely, and at first Basilisk wondered if he might abuse it. If his need for control and for dominance would leave him powerless to his own desires and his heart. But instead, he felt his new position ground him slightly; calm his restless soul. Give him something to focus his energy on. And what he needed to do was to meet the wolves that Detested ruled. To gain their trust and respect. But it was not an easy feat to trust them as easily as he expected them to trust him. He was guarded and unsure, his demeanor often wavering somewhere in the middle, never quite nice but never unpleasant either. There was no black & white for Basilisk, only an uncomfortable shade of grey, painting his vision and his world. But the scent of a stranger would arrest him from his thoughts and he would lift his head, sniffing at the wind. A female. Not of Tortuga. Her scent lacked affiliation. He would head toward the scent, ears tipping forward as the white-furred woman impinged on his vision. "You have a reason for being here," he called out simply, wondering if she might elaborate. The massive male's eyes would narrow as he watched her, pulling himself closer slowly. |
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