ORIGIN

Cháos is but a child. But a child with an exceptional mind. Her alignment ultimately unsorted, still it would gravitate to whatever means it was to. The worse(for them) yet to come. No question of it. A little serpent for now, she'd grow to be titanic and nothing less. But little Cháos knew nothing of her kind let alone her expected size. She isn't even concerned about power yet. Thankfully.

But it seems someone else is. She sits amongst her worked for perch, eyeing what looks like a ebony ball. Perhaps food? She sniffs, indigo tongue flickering like her curiosity that captivated her momentarily, distractions never lasting long. Cháos felt no need to befriend anything. Not even Septiezal. Her inner being far more independent than that expected.

Her body is coiled into a comforting pile as she reserves her heat, understanding what happened if she didn't. Far from her serpent savior back at Polaris, she would preserve the warmth. She's grown barley a centimeter but is surely larger than the pup who trots to the partially ravanged tower of choice. It was somber about but her eyes see well as it shines their magenta hue.

High up upon a ledge of a tower just over the pups own assumed palace, she is safe. So why not play? "V'at is 'daddie'?" She speaks. Her voice thick with accent but feminine. Her optics stare from above, peering with glowing orbs that illuminate.

She was responded to. And she knew the sound of an insult when it was spoke. Her brows press as she perceived him, her face creating the visage of anger: one she's never used before. Cháos meets challenge- this time a ctitical moment of her childhood. As it would produce the times of ascension for her. The development happening without the illusion of time. Other worldly powers.

She's an exotic spice. Her temper flaring like a flame of light. Sensitive to the factors of respect if not control. A trait was generated: self elevation. Her thinking combative already, she hisses her words of Greek. He may not understand them but she does. As well as its promise.

"Θα σας φάνε όταν είμαι μεγαλύτερος(I will eat you when I'm older)." She too, grinned a wicked grin.

She will not leave. Not yet. Eager to disgrace him from his ego. A little boy and little girl, my the rivalry. See this little childlike play ground tug-of-war actually give way to a murder. If she'd play that hard.. would he?

So it was. The ball chose and it chose right. Large jaws (even for her age) flex. Her belly rumbles as she occasionally wishes to consume him. This dog talked alot and thank heavens she understood only fractions of it. Annoyed nonetheless, she pondered about using magick on him.

Her thoughts swirl, scenarios playing out. Would this make her a bad girl? Curiosity struck again and she's bound to try this out. Though not immediate her talent was, she understood the world around her was very much alive. The bacteria infested the towers; flies abundant and carrying what she may need. Though lets give this little boy a chance yes?

She thinks, skimming through her mercies. A pup, his immunity had yet to strengthen. He was susceptible. Surely he.. knew that? Cháos oblivious to conditional requirements such as these, she would still try if need be. As far as she knew, she could taint anything.

Her tongue flickers consitently- a fair warning of the aggression to come next if neither party backed down. Perhaps her first battle, aye? So he wanted to be king. Well.. She just wouldn't allow that. Whats a somebody in a nobody town anyway.

"Pest?" She clenched her jowls that wanted his neck. "I can v'ring pests." Ah, she glares a villainous stare that glew an ominous horror. She creeps slowly at first, slithering down from her perch to close the distance yet she's still a yard up from the entry of the pup's lair. No steps led to her higher ground. In fact, she had the body to slither on the thinner ledges as to get here.

She's closer now as she halts, her tongue winging the air again as she now tasted the warmth of his radiating body. "I'm Cháos." Her eyes narrow while peering down.

Stubborn worn it's most by such a tiny rodent like ball. His laugh a annoying high hiccup. He too desperately tried to keep a facade. Was it that Cháos was truer? A high one, yes. Naturally, she entitles her being and rises above him so to say. She would control things.

Cháos was a good girl. Punishing bad boys and being a super hero. Her understanding innocent and her values rather unconventional. Mental clarity is sought after now, her energy more demanding and in fact, certain of its power. Her totality amazing.

The boa's gotten the hang of linking and thus does so smoothly. She can see the life now, aware of them so much more. She can hear the life excite at her arrival. True sevants of her say. And so she looks for the one suitable. From above, she concentrates past the pup. There it is, the one that may suit the young Kavish. She sorts through the potential bacteria and soon decided this would do well. Leptospirosis, a rat-bourne bacterial disease. It was vibrant in rat urine that was about the corners of Kavish's little tower.

Her focus satisfied, she has found it. Now, she looks at the puppy. As if giving him the benefit of the doubt before she'd gift him. If he was going to be in her way at all, he would be annihilated.