ORIGIN

Azazel rested peacefully within his nest, one wing tucked safely over the arctic fox kit he had adopted, Sia. He didn't dream often, and he just sat in darkness and drifted along without rhyme or reason. A light appeared, and he swam towards it. Carmine eyes bolted open and he lifted his head quietly. There was a pull. A strong urge to create... life? Careful not to disturb Sia, he stood and nosed about in the nest. Nested next to one another was a shimmering green jadeite and a shard of someone's stone. Not just someone... Fisher's. Quietly and solemnly, the Ave took both into his talons, and he took flight, flying deep into the Chambers, the most secluded area of Canis. If he could somehow create life and new Gembound out of this stone, he would leave their chrysalises here. They would be safe.

Landing with the small clatter of gemstones hitting stone, Azazel nosed them towards the wall, giving each about five feet of distance from one another. First would be the seafoam green stone. For a moment, he was hesitant. Carmine eyes stared at the stone, and he closed them. Finding a dead Gembound... and his hopes and wishes to bring life to them once again. To revive them. When he opened his eyes once again, a strong pull of magicka tightened his figure. The chalcedony stone upon his frame glowed a bright red, all of the power in his body pulled towards it, then dispersed into the world.

The jadeite stone and cat's eye swallowed the magicka, glowing brightly in their respective colors. Both faded into the earth, leaving a small shimmering plate of the gem above the surface, though firmly lodged into the earth. Had he done it? Had he revived the dead and given new life? From afar, he gazed at the wall. How long would it take? The Bone King didn't know how long it would take for the chrysalides to develop and give birth. A cycle? He'd constantly check back. Shaking himself, he hobbled over towards the exit, but maybe he'd be stopped.

The stones had faded into the rock of Canis, leaving only small plates as a memory of them. Maybe that meant they would grow to become living and breathing Gembound. Or maybe it was a sign that Azazel had done something wrong and lost the stones. He'd have to wait and see. Tilting his head, carmine gaze settled on the plates and he stared for a little while.

Well, as long as he could.

Krakarak hobbled up to him, and the Bone King felt a little bit of emotion surge through him for just a moment. His poor raven friend never could walk normally again, since that fight. Azazel had been watching out for a bird with a face who is mostly made of gemstone. The Ave wasn't one to provoke others anymore, but he'd make sure that someday that little pigeon learned a lesson.

The clicking beak of an irritated raven brought him back to reality, and he solemnly nodded. "Krak, I will definitely admit I have more children than I can keep track of." Well, goddammit. This probably was a bad idea, and he stared at the shimmering plates embedded into the rock again. He was about to protest when Krakarak had already peeled off a little piece of his gemstone and nudged it towards him. He could not resist that sweet little bird. So his magicka felt a strong pull towards the stone. Tendrils escaped the jasper at his tail's base, and they grew brighter and brighter.

It was too much.

Azazel felt as if his stone was being ripped off his body, and his magicka was being very forcibly siphoned into the amethyst gem that Krakarak had peeled off his talon. The stone flipped over and glowed a bright violet for just a moment before darting into the ground, leaving a smaller plate than the other gems. The Ave lay on the floor, sprawled out and panting. "Ah, damn that hurt!" Wasn't giving life supposed to be painless? But, here he was. His chalcedony stone literally ached and burned like fire. "I did not expect that."