Sweet punishment
03-03-2014, 12:39 PM
Basilisk was still little more than a child. Still so malleable and changing. He had been abandoned so young that he had never truly discovered who he was, and still he did not know; he was dynamic, and in the paws of a wolf as cruel as Cataleya, he had much potential to morph into something like her. He was barely a year old, and had so much life to live yet. He had never known if he would grow up to be like his mother, or his father, and yet it seemed he was something entirely different. He was not downright cruel, but how deeply he longed for more. He knew the lengths he would eventually go to get what he wanted. But, unlike Kaios, the mere act of suffering did not seem to please him. No. He needed a goal. Something to work toward... Her smile was brief, but noticed by Basilisk, eliciting one of his own. She was one of the few wolves that had not betrayed him nor abandoned him, and he would be forever thankful. He felt a shiver crawl down his spine as her tail met the fur of his chest, and his expression twisted into a slight smirk. "As you wish," he commented, turning to follow her, attempting to bump her gently with his shoulder. |