Come meet the plague
05-01-2014, 06:20 AM
A stranger at his border's was not something Basilisk Saxe would dare ignore. Carefully he would pace along the borders, marking his scent more strongly, searching for scents that were out of place. As something foreign to him became known, his posture would stiffen and he would change his direction. Over the last two weeks, Basilisk had grown strong once again. He had eaten more than his fill, and his chest had grown wide and strong again. There were no ribs protruding beneath his dark pelt -- he was the embodiment of strength and brutality as he slunk forward, his eyes narrowed and his tail curled above his back. A woman with a pale pelt lay slumped over a fallen tree. He could not immediately tell if she was a threat, but she didn't initially come across as one. A huff left his lips as he drew near to her, his eyes watching her intently. "Who are you, and why are you here?" Words were cold and yet not entirely cruel. |
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