ORIGIN

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The encounter with the hyena had been interesting to say the least. For some reason he just couldn’t shake the feeling that he had run into that hairy sack of gem before. But there was no plan to dwell on the subject. He had made his visit to pisces and gotten what he had gone for. A glimpse at his old home before decided to move on and adventure. Surely this cave had places more exciting or worthwhile than the falls. But if it failed him as he thought it might he could always return.

If that hairball stuck around at least he would have someone to torment or perhaps even have for company. Swaying steps carried the scaled creature forward, eyes surveying the lands before him as he moved. This was a place he had not found himself in before. And as his attentions turned toward the ceiling it was quite a bit different than his watery home. Here instead of filtering skies from above something seemed to be covering the rocks above.

Glittering crystals like so many he’d seen before, though never this many of the same kind in one place. Air huffed from the male’s mouth as his gaze traveled back toward the grounds. While others may have found this land wonderful, he only saw what seemed to be a distinct lack of a waterhole to hide within. But perhaps he was not looking as hard as he could have been.

"Speech"

For a while there the eyes of the bovid had become lost in wandering. Now they attempted to do their best in focus. There had been far too many cycles spent in the mindless walking. It was time to put a purpose to his movements. Kharis was no longer a child, no longer small in stature or have a defenseless head. Grand horns had grown into place reaching their prime only recently. Of course at younger times the growing horns were tested on many things and now they were in need of a larger target.

It was time to break more than the little contact with other crystalline creatures of the caverns. No more would contact be shrugged off with a heavily emitted huff, a snort accompanied with a charge. All a show as well as actual action to chase the other gems away. A loner by heart and by nature since the time of his birth. Trickery on his tongue then and even more so now. But none of that past truly mattered now did it?

Horned crown shook as a huff of air expelled from his lungs, gait slowing to a walk. The roof above glittered as it reflected against the floor. Nostrils flared as a hoof tested the strength of the small growths upon the grounds. The hardly formed, brittle pieces chipped with the motion while the larger formed ones showed more resistance. And when they did not break right away the buffalo quickly lost interest.

Hooves carrying him onward, stopping only when a lumbering creature was detected in the distance. Large ears rolled at the sides of his head while eyes focused in on the beast. Coloration of the hide vaguely familiar as well as the crystal nails of one foot. Amber eyes narrowing as he brought himself to approach. Memories of a much smaller crocodile claiming the bull had stolen his fish, when no such thing had happened. No desire to consume the thing.

It was different now. Not within the desire of eating whatever this flesh consumer did but it was the times. Each had grown since that day, if it were in fact that exact beast. Broad shoulders rolled as the buffalo began to close the distance between them. Words rumbling within his chest deepening there before befalling his tongue, “If it isn’t the runt all grown up.” Assumptions made on who this was, but memory does not allow one to forget a nose biter.