STAKING MY CLAIM

He had been gone for far too long.


Her familiar call roused Basilisk from sleep. It shook him to the core, forcing him to remember. He had never forgotten her -- truly forgetting her wasn't even within the realm of possibility. The brute had promised his life to her.. not just his heart and his mind, but his body too. He had been intimately seduced by her promise of salvation and her desire to train him. Cataleya's power was what had forced him to stay, but it was the fear of what he had become that had taken him away from her. His heart had grown cold during his time spent with her. The void had begun to fill with malice and rage. There had been no familiarity left there, but rather than embracing the change he had vanished completely.


Basilisk had promised his life to her, and though he was not the noblest of beasts, he was not necessarily a liar. Slowly he would make his way to her call, his gait strong and his face unreadable. He had left a boy, but he would return a man. A huff left his lips as he trailed after her voice, minutes fading into what felt like hours as he found his way toward her.


Perhaps she would try to kill him, but he would not simply take the punishment he had offered her in the case of his betrayal. Cowardice was no longer an option for him. Basilisk fixated his purple gaze on her as she appeared in the distance, tail hanging limply behind his over-sized frame. "My Queen..." he would hiss, tail flicking once as he closed the distance between them warily. There was little emotion written on his features, but strength was evident in his stony gaze, a slight smirk threatening to tug at the corners of his lips. She looked well, and silently he appreciated that the world had not been harsh to her. "I wasn't sure we would ever meet again..." The distance between them was safe, but he would slowly creep forward, testing the waters, wondering if she might simply move to strike him instantly.