Go The Distance
02-17-2014, 09:55 PM
Basilisk Saxe was nearly seething by the time the call rang out across the lands. For some time he had hoped -- had rested on the possibility that Deteste might give him the pack he'd been owed since his birth. It was his right and his duty. And he had contained himself; had grown in both passion and resolve as the man who had taken him here had hoped. And for it to be taken from him with such ease! A sneer would linger on his lips as he drew close to the gathering, eager to listen, and yet doubtful he would truly hear what was to be said. The massive brute was silent as he stood, a fire burning endlessly in his gaze. Still he craved revenge and power -- wanted to bask in the blood of his enemies, of those that had changed his life and his family -- and yet he had become so adept at controlling himself. All in due time. He came to recline on his haunches, waiting for the woman to speak. |