ORIGIN

The Fossa bristled, although he still listened to what the bat had to say. How could there be multiple Gembounds in one body? Much less ones with the names Caliante, Rusty, Salvation, and Crack? How could he trust what the bat was saying? But he couldn't deny that there was honesty in their voice. "Is Crack always like that? How often does it have control?" He began to calm down, the fur that had previously risen drooping to lay flat against his skin.

Mongo groaned quietly, sitting down to speak to the bat. He was still very young, and didn't know much of anything, especially how to take care of his wounds. "I'd appreciate if you could help treat my wounds."

Mongo groaned quietly, frowning as Caliante confirmed that the monstrous one out of all the personalities kept a tight grip when it took control. However, that pulled on his burned skin, and he flinched, wincing in pain. Ouch, that had hurt. But, he had to admit, he'd only had one experience with 'Crack'. This 'Caliante' had to live with it. "I can see that."

As the bat turned to look for moss, the Gemling allowed himself to act young for once, bringing up a paw to cover his muzzle. Oh, that hurt, that hurt a lot. He wanted to be back in his Chrysalis, back in safety, back with Vinnie looking over him. The Fossa wondered what 'Caliante' was going to do, what she would bring. He didn't really know what to do to take care of his own wounds, after all.

Soon, the bat returned, carrying moss in her mouth. "Alright," he sighed, leaning forward to allow the bat to press the moss to his face.

Mongo flinched as the bat - what had they said their name was? Caliente? - pressed the moss in their mouth against the burns. For a moment, it stung with pain, but soon the cool wetness of the moss proved to be soothing, helping to numb the throbbing pains. He'd have to stick around the moss room for a while, he decided, so he would have a steady supply of the stuff.

He allowed himself to relax, the stiffness and rigidity seeming to leave him as the pain slipped away. The Gembound's ears twitched as... she?... spoke, asking his name and what he was. His name was easy enough, of course he knew that. "I'm Mongo." However, he had to think on what he was, as he didn't really know. A word began to pulse in the back of his mind, and finally he said, "I'm a... a Fossa?" Yes, a Fossa, that sounded right. "Yes, a Fossa."