Once those words flew out of his fanged mouth, I already felt my fur stand on end. I already knew that the people of this camp said that he wasn’t afraid to do the things I couldn’t even dare think about doing, if he felt like you were useless or deadweight in any way, he would either ‘mercifully’ eat you or simply leave to your fate. There was no gray area for this man.
“The Orcs are growing tired of this forest and have already had their way with most of the residents of this group.” He said with a straight face.
“We need to at now, no more waiting...no more trying to fend or stand aside for the weak.” He hissed, his tongue flickering out violently as the crowd started to look at each other nervously.
“What is it?” Basilisk suddenly said as someone rose their hand into the air.
“How exactly are we going to do this Basilisk? The Orcs usually increase the patrolling when they’re about to leave for a new area.” The woman said as Basilisk slightly narrowed his eyes in thought.
“We will leave at night, unnoticed or noticed, we must,” He said, the crowd going into a muffled uproar before the sound of his ferocious hiss and the sight of those large fangs of his immediately silenced them.
“I have warned all of you! We do not have time to coddle the weak. Pregnant, young or old, if you are strong enough to escape then you shall do so but if not?” He paused before sighing a little, my eyes starting to narrow.
“Then you will merely serve your last moments in life as a distraction or a simple meal before I leave this hell.”
How absolutely cruel...now, I’ll admit to it fully, my sympathy may be because I come from a world where your constantly advised to help the weak aside from a few people such as Basilisk. Not to mention, when you’ve had a past such as mine, dealing with hatred, rumors and the sight of people never helping out the less fortunate then, of course, I would feel some remorse for these poor people! And I would say something too if I weren’t so afraid of getting bitten by a snake in front of this crowd.
“How interesting,” Koko whispered, my ears perking as I tilted my head to look up at him.
“What is?” “I have the privilege to listen to another leader’s words and compare them to yours.” He said with a small toothy smile, his tongue tempting to lull out of his mouth before I slightly bared my teeth.
“You agree with him?” I growled. Koko immediately shook his head as he slightly bowed his head towards me.
“Of course, not Beta...” He said.
“But I will admit, there is reason in both styles of his and your leaderships.” Koko said with a small sigh.
“A caring and attentive leader such yourself allows the weak to eventually become but a cruel leader such as Basilisk? He makes sure the ones that are strong survive and that the weak die, thus allowing the strong to produce stronger.” He barked as I slightly tilted my head at his words.
Ah...I suppose I’ve finally found something to dislike about this world. I don’t like the whole coward or no coward system they have going on, though I can agree with them on some points about the weak. After all, if someone is being weak just to be weak or is a coward just to be a coward then you, of course, leave them behind! But if someone has no choice but to be weak then...you must take pity on then and at least try to help.
It’s the humane thing to do, but of course, Basilisk along with everyone else wasn’t raised on Earth. He was raised as a half-snake that lived in a world that I’m still trying to figure out. As the night wore on, Basilisk answering questions here and there as well as trying to further explain how the weaker could provide distractions since he somehow ‘already knew’ they would fall behind. It soon became time for us all to quickly depart and head back to our original spots.
“I’ll see y’all tomorrow night.” I grinned as I looked back towards Torin, Koko Khaleesi and the rest of the group one final time before I quickly trotted off after Basilisk.
“God, they smell...” I cringed as tears started to fill my eyes to the brim, my nose enhancing the smells of liquor, vomit, and sourness as I started to wish I was nose-blind.
“Of course, they do, the bastards always smell this way after a night of drinking their asses off.” Basilisk grumbled to me with a small hiss as we made our way through the camp and eventually arrived at the Chieftain’s tent, passed out guards and just barely sober ones littering everywhere we went while they snored like beasts.
“All they know how to do is rape women, drink, eat and fight...” Basilisk mumbled to himself, a sudden lightbulb turning on inside my head before I looked up at him.
“Basilisk.”
“What is it mutt?”
I sighed but ignored his words. “How did you even get captured? I would assume that someone as big and rude as you wouldn’t get captured so easily.” I asked, Basilisk suddenly stopping as we arrived just in front of the Chieftain’s bedroom.
“...What’s it to you?”
“I’m curious!” I barked.
“Besides, might as well ask since everyone’s going to hit the road soon,” I said with a small snort before Basilisk simply sighed and entered the bedroom, the Chieftain surprisingly nowhere to be seen.
“Well.” Basilisk started to say as he slid over to his furs and laid down on it.
“I was originally an advisor to the King Elkian, ruler of the fish-folk of the Wetlands.”
Well, that’s unexpected...him? The rudest, most intolerable guy I've ever met was an advisor to a King?! I was almost tempted to ask him how’d that happen but I decided it was better not to, after all, he was being a bit nicer to me.
“He had secretly entrusted me with the request to see if I could get the locations of the Daemoniums, specifically the Foxes.” I widened my eyes, Koko had mentioned those creatures before...but, they were supposed to be evil.
“Daemoniums?” I interrupted.
“The hell? Why’d you interrupt-”
“Forget that for a moment! Aren’t Daemoniums supposed to be evil?” Basilisk snorted and rolled his eye.
“They can be evil, and they have a good reason for doing it too. But this one? The King knew this Daemonium.” He sighed before I decided to lay down, my ears perked in interest.
“He told me that when I did find the location of the Daemoniums that I was to ask around for a Fox who called herself BlueStorm.
“Why did he want to see her?” “Don’t know, the rest is pure history that eventually leads me to getting captured.” Basilisk yawned as he started to slid underneath his furs.
“Well, sleep well-”
“Wait,” I said just before Basilisk managed to fully slither underneath his covers. Another question suddenly popping up into head.
“Why the heck are you like that by the way?” I asked with a raised brow. “Always talking about how the weak will provide as distractions and all that?” Basilisk stuck his head out a little, his eye narrowed and one of his fangs starting to stick out.
“Please tell me your fucking with me dog.” He snarled.
“What’s the point of wasting time trying to bring up the weak eh? To...feel good about yourself? To feel that you’ve done something right?”
My jaw almost dropped to the floor, is this guy actually serious about the question about why we should help the unfortunate?!
“It’s the right thing to do Basilisk!” I growled; his eye glowing fiercely for a quick moment before he narrowed his eyes.
“Ah...you dogs are always born with a sense of loyalty aren’t y’all?” He hissed before he slowly slithered out of his covers and began to slither around me, my eyes following his every move.
“Let me ask you something.”
“Fire away.”
He chuckled wickedly before he suddenly stopped in front of me, grabbing my chin and looking into my eyes with every type of seriousness in the world.
“How many people are worth it hm?”
“Huh?”
“How many people are worth it I ask you? To risk saving the weak, to make sure they are safe.” Basilisk smirked, his eyes eyeing me as if I were prey.
“To save them is to provide risk for the strong, the ones who were already capable of doing the hard things way before.”
“A true leader doesn’t leave the weak behind!” I snarled back as I bared my teeth at him.
“You out of all people should know that! You advised for a King!”
“Ha!” He laughed.
“I advised for him because he is like you...he is desperate to save the weak, all because of his dear Daemonium. Until he gets her back, it is my job to make sure he doesn’t fall into the fucking sinkhole.” Basilisk hissed before he suddenly pushed me away from him.
“Let me give you a quick lesson dog. Consider it a gift if you must.” Basilisk said painfully slowly.
“A true leader has the courage to make unpopular calls.” He said.
“Who in the hell causes about 3 lost lambs dying when you have an entire herd?” He spat before he slithered back underneath the bed, his words making me snarl.
Forget him, his words didn’t matter to me in the darn slightest. I don’t care who you are or what you do, if you are weak against your will then you deserve to be saved and much more. Basilisk may have been an advisor to a King but that didn’t mean he was the top-dog, assholes who care about no one but themselves never get there anyway.
“Screw you...that may be your rule but that sure as heck ain’t mine,” I said, getting no response as I already expected before I simply dragged myself back over to my side of the room to sleep.
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