Come meet the plague
05-05-2014, 05:26 AM
This interaction only proved he had to be more involved in the pack. Had to know everyone -- to know their strengths and their weaknesses, to know them better than some even knew themselves. The man's nose wrinkled, a visible look of disdain crossing his features and his mind began to turn. Basilisk watched as the woman turned to stand, her posture strangely neutral. He had once been so passive, but now he made an effort to stand tall; his shoulders were hunched forward slightly, his tail held high and curled fiercely over his back. A sneer lingered on his lip as he eyed her. Why had she been chosen to join the Arcanium pack? "Ragna," he tasted her name slowly. It was a strong name, pleasing to the tongue and without interruption. "Interesting. What about this place intriuged you?" He wanted to know what was appealing about the pack -- what drew wolves here and what might keep them here. |