ORIGIN

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A thrill ran through its nerves as the cries of an ongoing battle reached its ears. A screech, a roar, a bellow, a stomp! It wanted nothing more than to rush out and join in the chaos itself, but it had some modicum of sense left in its radioactive green brain to stop it from doing so.

It crouched low to the ground, carefully waddling toward the source of all this noise. Each olive-green eye blinked at entirely different times, keeping a constant watch on its surroundings, and the long green tendrils on its back were flattened against its spine to reduce visibility. It crept closer, and closer, until it was nearly past the cover of the tree line.

What, it wondered, would it spy on the other side?

And more importantly, how could it join in the fun--from a safe distance away?

The sounds of battle clamber into the catawampus's massive ear canals and bounce around the mostly empty space in its skull. The sensation of all that vibration must be noteworthy—more so than the conversation of those who have joined it—as the fight noises cause the beast to shift its head toward that direction without even bothering a glance at the newly formed group of friendly noncombatants. The helpful offer of Rex earns no direct reaction, but the motion seems to. The catawampus will follow the pack without seeming like it is paying enough attention to any of them to be "following" in any sense. And as it follows, or perhaps serendipitously goes along the same path at the same pace, it will make its attempt at stealth.

Feline grace battles with unfamiliar territory for the advantage, but in the end it seems like the more tactful, quiet approach is in fact manageable for this creature. For the most part. Occasionally.

Others joined the scene- thankfully not noticing where he was hidden. He would watch, and listen. A giant, scaled beast- a lizard stood up like a bird. A pitifully soft and slimy green thing, the only think remotely formidable about it being it's size. A dragon who quickly... fled. A canid with a gourd for a head. He felt a brief sense of kinship with that last one. He wondered if they shared anything beyond the surface.

It would be tricky finding that out without exposing HIS own particular interests.

As it was, it was far too crowded for him to continue his initial hunt. Luckily, roaring and sounds of violence echoing from nearby promised a hunt that would hopefully make up for it. He crept forward, curving away from the others before curving back towards the noise, trying to get 'behind' it if possible.

However, in his eagerness for the hunt, he was far less careful. He brushed against shrubbery, stepping harder than he should've. He silently cursed himself when he realized his mistake. Awful form.

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Bedlam

Catawampus

Huntsman