ORIGIN

Another cycle of wakefulness, another boring trudge through the cave system. The darkness had been fun at first, watching the things in the caves freak out, make up wild stories, cover alone in a corner hoping for light. By now though there was almost none of that, most had gotten used to the conditions ans all was, as usual... drab. Today's journey had taken Yuma down a seldom used tunnel off Orion, where he planned on stalking back and forth with nothing in mind. The beast in his stomach was quiet, his physical form did not pain, and even with his good night vision there was little to actually see.

Fortune smiled upon him this day, however, as a sound began to echo through the tunnel. A voice, or perhaps a more primal guttural utterance. Whatever it was it was not usual, a single spark of interest to light this darkened backdrop.

Life sprung into the aye-aye's strides as he shot forward, not even attempting to find a high path as he usually did. His quick pace delivered him shortly to the source of the utterance and thrashing, a canid of some kind. Despite the obvious size difference Yuma approached with imprudence, his widened gaze locked on the odd wolf.

"This one acts strange." his curious voice rang out, "Is it hurt, hungry, dying?"

An attack! The pounding in Yuma struck up like a percussion band as a new wave of some kind of feeling welled up within him. Was this... excitement? It had been so long since his last truly unexpected encounter.

Thoughts raced through the little creature's mind as he leapt back, a wide grin on his previously vacant face. Thick, rodent-like teeth gleamed back at the canid as he dove deep into his awakened form for a proper response

"The wolf as angry, why is wolf angry?" he questioned behind maniacal expression, sharp claws raised. A pale red light moaned from within the gem on Yuma's forehead, washing over the jagged andesine like ripples on a pond. The aye aye-s fur began to stand even more on end as jolts of light sparked between his digits and arced along his fur.

The wolf didn't back down, didn't respond. It simply continued to lunge at him like a mindless beast. But weren’t wolves talking things? Didn't they usually chat on and on about all kinds of nonsense before turning aggressive like this? The one before him was something new, something different, something... interesting.

Self preservation instincts had never been a strong factor in Yuma's mind. As he considered all that was going on before him his defenses lowered just enough for the foe to lunge toward him and catch him in its massive jaws for a second. There was no yelp, no twitch, no sign of pain at all really from his captured form, but inside his head his body screamed in displeasure. The possibility of death was real, and once more he wasn't sure if he was ready to face it. Sure things had been boring here lately, but once the lights came back on there'd be such fun to have!

Of course if he died to this he probably wouldn't miss it anyways, so fear was not a factor in the lemur's actions. A deep amusement arose, causing a cackling laughter to rise up from his chest even as blood tricked down his pale white fur. A fight to the death! Nothing could possibly be more exhilarating than this.

First he'd have to find some high ground. He was small and therefore had a disadvantage. With movements like the lighting that had just shocked the savage beast he dashed off to the side and latched onto the uneven wall with sharp claws, scrambling upwards until he reached a spot he believed to be just out of the wolf's reach.

Yuma clung tight to the wall as he witnessed the creature's bizarre actions. Ever for a mindless beast this was peculiar. Eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in what they could of the structure of the walls, floors, obstacles. Last time he'd engaged a canine his body had given out too soon for him to have too much fun at all. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

The noise stopped breaking his concentration on the surroundings as focus snapped back to the beast. Still he pressed himself motionless to the wall, large red eyes and gem piercing onto the void even as his target performed an act of self destruction in its insanity.

"The wall does not bend, the wall does not crumble." he called down even as the beast's gem started to glow, "The wall will not deliver new prey to..."

His words were stopped abruptly as a heavy stream of water slammed into him, loosening his grip on the rock. Even as he scrambled to keep hold to the surface a lone thought crossed his mind; was this a beast at all? Wild actions, astounding aggression, strange powers more destructive than the plant or light magics he had already witnessed. His claws slipped and his form began to plunge downwards toward the entity he now knew to be an actual non-pretend demon.

He'd been a demon once to, or at least played one to pass the time. With a kick to the wall Yuma changed directions just slightly, enough so that he was now descending face first toward the demon's back. Claws trust out and dug into flesh as he landed, not perfectly center as he would have wanted but close enough that his grip slowed him to a stop before he risked falling off toward the ground again.

Immediately upon landing Yuma clung on as tight as he could, claws sinking into flesh as he knew the thrashing that would come afterwards. This technique didn't always work, and usually lead to a prolonged battle, but it was the best method he'd found so far to take down larger game. Even if he was off center his stance held true in the face of the possibly demonic beast's erratic movement.

As soon as the initial wave of flailing slowed slightly the small aye aye chanced reshuffling his position to a more favorable location on his adversary's back, immediately regretting the decision as he felt himself hurtle toward a solid wall. The impact, however, was weak this time. There was little pain, there were no loud cracks, just a soft thud and then back to the violent movement he had become so accustomed to in previous encounters.

"Let's go for a ride." he cooed in a voice much too calm for the given situation. His right claw reshuffled once more toward a clutching spot right over the beast's spine.

Red light rippled once more over his gem and a fresh surge of electricity flooded into this new grip. He'd found injecting electricity right over this part had some interesting results in deer, what would it do to a wolf-creature?