Come meet the plague
04-29-2014, 02:36 PM
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.
05-01-2014, 04:42 PM
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.