ORIGIN

The Gravedigger's own explorations of its hatch-cave was fruitful - spars, short conversations, food, what more could it ask for? Physical destruction. Easy answer. It just...hadn't gotten to that one just yet and it didn't think Master Vargas would approve. But it could feel itself growing closer to the day it needed to be released. Not that "released upon the world above" thing, but a momentary release of the energy store and the chaos it fed upon. A volcanic eruption and woe be to those that were close by when it did so.

Right now, though, it was chilling. Literally. Resting in a dip in the rocks a ways away from the Black Spire. A flash of movement caught its attention, trailing away from the Creator's monument and wandering further into the cave. Something it did not recognize and that made it interested enough to follow.

It wasn't a quiet beast, but it did come up to Cavallys from behind. "I don't recognize you," it rumbled, but it held no accusation, only curiosity. Its head tilted to the side. "Did Master Vargas make you? Will we go destroy together?" So casual was its suggestion, like it was asking if they were meant to go play baseball together instead of crush civilizations beneath their feet.

He was weirdly a little disappointed when the horse-thing shot down his idea, but he didn't argue. He shrugged, instead. "Okay, that's fine." Apparently not everyone in here wanted destruction, he was finding out quickly. Or they craved destruction in different ways, maybe? It was a little hard to think about anything else when the Black Spire existed right there and was constantly basking them all in the radiation of chaos.

Maybe some were more resilient then others.

It made sense to Gravedigger, then, that this one was hatched under it. He looked in that direction, surprised that there was even room under that thing, but maybe since it had grown in its presence, it was more...used to it? Resistant? That didn't sound fair, considering it had hatched next to it, but whatever. "Oh that's cool. I came from...next to it. We were close to each other, then?" Phrased like a question, but he looked like he certainly didn't need an answer. They had grown right next to each other, basically. Neighbors.

The question did catch it off guard, though - why? Why did it want to destroy? The Gravedigger was quiet for a moment, blinking as it thought through its own mind. "Uh. I'm not sure. It's fun, I guess. I like to break things." Another shrug. "Also Master Vargas told me I will wreak chaos through existence. I'm seeing if anyone else is going with me."

Gravedigger nodded, but he didn't seem too hopeful. He wasn't, considering nobody had come up to him like "hey, Gravedigger, we're going to be going out into the world together!" nor had anyone like Master Vargas or an older valkhound said anything about there being anyone else. And from first impressions of Cavallys, she didn't seem like the type. Certainly the right kind of creation - hatching right next to the Black Spire and all - but her rejection of destruction and chaos probably was a flag that she wasn't suitable.

Well...Gravedigger didn't really like violence or blood or anything. He liked to brawl, and he liked destroying things. Did that make him less qualified? A look of puzzlement crossed his face as he considered - odd, perhaps, as Cavallys hadn't said anything that should be confusing. But it quickly disappeared as he decided if Vargas hadn't mentioned it, and his training was to continue, then it was all fine.

"Yeah. I'm training. Destroying and fighting and stuff. I don't know why." He paused and tilted his head. "Do you have a name? Or just a number. Or a name-number?"

Gravedigger nodded. "Knowing would be nice." The whole "you will wreak chaos throughout creation" sounded awesome but it was also quite vague and left him with a whole lot more questions then answers about his purpose, but Vargas hadn't elaborated too much.

He would be leaving. That's what he knew. And he didn't have long to train for that day.

"Hi, Cavallys," he rumbled, brightly, completely disguising any misgivings (if there really were any at all). "I'm V-Chaos-F...F....Fifteen." He had to pause for a moment to remember exactly which "f" number it was. "Gravedigger." Much easier. "So, are we going to train together, then?" It was with much more of a hopeful tilt of his voice then the fairly flat questions before. After all, its really what he'd been raised on. Training meant they were allies. Friends, maybe? Someone to trust. Gravedigger liked having people he could trust.

He perked up at the acceptance, already growing a little excited. "Thank you. I won't hurt you." He was empathetic enough to see that it made the other hound nervous, so an offering promise was given. Of course, it wasn't fully honest, any spar would hurt a little bit, but as he was referring more to no permanent or lasting damage, it felt okay to say.

"Okay. Spar, then. Get ready." And he would give Cavallys a moment to prepare herself (and himself to swallow back any acid that had gathered in his mouth and clamp it shut) before giving a scrap at the ground to announce his first attack.

He lunged and charged forward, slow, a little awkward, but he came in like a battering ram, throwing himself straight at Cavallys to start their fight off strong, flinging his entire low-set body towards the bottom half of the horse-like hound and bowl her over.