Starglow Basin the snake pit

castel stands in the dying dawn’s light, copper glancing over the lines of his body. when soto speaks, he lifts his chin, a faint gleam in his amber eyes.

un desafío, eh? he cannot help but allow the wry smirk upon his handsome mug to grow in its width. a resurgence upon maw. si quieres información, la obtendré.

he shifts his stance, tail lowering, casting that long shadow on the red sand again. he allows his eyes to linger upon soto's scarred, brazen face; ignorant to the way the man glances upon him.

dime adónde debo ir… y lo haré.

he rolls shoulders, moving to begin a horizontal pace to the side of soto. eager to move. eager to leap into action. only one night he has laid upon the basin's lands, and he is itching to do something other than wallow.