Polaris was damaged. It was familiar still, but things were off - different, disparagingly so. Dark marks, what looked to be scorch marks, lingered in large swatches; and yet at the same time, as he perused one of these sulfur-smelling pits, Teyouma wondered why he cared. It was familiar, this place. Familiar like everything else, but still new and strange. A dichotomy of sensations always worked their way through him - and this was no different. Curiosity had never been strong in the monster, but a great need to understand had taken root as he matured. It had been only a single cycle since his emergence, and yet he was different. His body had begun healing from the brutalization he had perpetrated upon his very body, for starters. He no longer felt the need to shriek at every living thing he came across (granted, his many voiced laughter still rang out when he found a critter to play with).
The beast was wandering. Trying to make sense of the strangeness here, within Polaris. He knew not what this place was called - but he remembered it. Remembered the spire, somehow, with its dull glow. Remembered being nearer to it, and then falling, landing on something big and warm and -- That didn't happen to him, but it did. But it didn't. Teyouma's new life struggled against his old memories, distant and fading as they were, and he had to distract himself before he went mad. His distraction - wandering, really - led him to a river, and the river led him to a strange monument half submerged within it. Large segments of the monument were moving, and there was a hum in the air which pulled at Teyouma's mind like a leash, luring him closer.