Inktail meets her end witha frightened squeak. That ungratefull rat! After all she did for him he is going to feed her to the snake!
It takes a moment for inktail to realize that the rat actually just saved her life, if only by stalling her grizzly fate. Perhaps this was the rats plan after all? Surely no beast is THIS mad! Right?
"Oh yes! I would be happy to serve! I can…uh,..uh...polish your scales!"
The snake dangles the vixen closer, "Do I look like my sscaless NEED polishing?" he lets the question hang for a long dangerous moment before breaking out into a smile, "Becaussse I know I do!"
"Ssslave. Go to the kitchen and fetch us something to eat. All of us. We wouldnt want our sacrifice to loose weight now would we?" placing th3 vixen back on the floor Basil prods her tummy with his tail. "The sacrifice will thussly begin polissshing the great and powerfull Bassilissk. When you get back rat you will tell me more about how this sacrifice process workssSSss...you know...to quiz your knowlage."
Basil was settling into having minions.
He may have to get more...