Nothing in This World
06-05-2013, 06:50 AM
Basilisk very much tended to keep to himself, never quite as sociable as either of his siblings. But he had never wandered so far on his own, and his curiosity of this strange flowing water far exceeded his desire to keep to himself. The young pup's brows furrowed as he watched the geyser, shooting as high as the sky, or so it seemed. A serious look overtook the violet-tinted boy, his mind struggling to make sense of the phenomenon. He was far too naive to realize how terribly he stood out, his dark pelt against the pure white snow, his glowing purple eyes far more vivid than he would ever know. And his scent, heavy with the scent of others; of his mother and father and two siblings. His eyes remained fixated on the geyser as he crept a bit closer to her, his poise lacking in apprehension. He had no reason to fear anything. Fear was not an emotion he'd experienced before. She quickly spoke, her voice warm and welcoming. Not entirely unlike his mother's, but it was a bit sweeter, higher-pitched. Head cocked to the side, ears perking as he took in her answer. "Geyser?" he repeated, finding the word strange on his tongue. Tail wagged behind his slightly over-sized frame. He was certainly larger than most pups his age; it would likely seem that he was a bit older, save for his curiously puppy-like demeanor. As he grew, he would be nearly as big as his mother, but never quite reach her mammoth size. He drew briefly closer to the water, but the spray of the water was warm, and he was unsure whether it was safe. Once again he scampered closer to the female, his face void of the smile hers had, despite his wagging tail. Instead, serious inquisitiveness had overtaken him. Before he could ask anything else of her, she looked away from her. Basilisk followed her gaze, finding another male sitting across from them at the geyser. Instinctively he raised his hackles, somewhat startled as well by his appearance -- and truth be told, he often found the presence of males irritating. He was not particularly close to Kaios -- if anything, his father made him wary -- and his brother, Salamander, was more like a girl than anything else. A tiny little snarl appeared on his lips, growl bubbling up from the boy's throat. But the older female greeted him warmly, and so he relaxed, backing up slightly towards Felicitas. "So who are you, lady?" He asked curiously, only glancing at her briefly before letting his gaze return to the newcomer. |
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