hey brother.
03-26-2014, 07:29 AM
What a strange child. So foul and demented; it was obvious from the very look on his face that he was twisted. Even his scent was heavy with the stench of death and rot. "Neios..." he tasted the name on his tongue. It was strange, but not unpleasant. "That's it? Just Neios?" Most wolves he'd met had surnames, but perhaps he was not one of them. His entire demeanor was so bizarre that Basilisk could not help but feel drawn to the child. His gaze remained cold and guarded, even as the boy began to cackle again. His laughter overwhelmed him, to the point where the boy toppled to the ground. Basilisk's tail flicked in mild irritation behind him, waiting for his fit to be over. "Either way, I'm Basilisk Saxe, Monarch of Elysium, ruler of these lands. And you're trespassing. " His tones were cold and unforgiving, though he would be willing to let the boy explain himself. He certainly didn't seem mentally stable, after all. |