ORIGIN

It wandered, as always. The lone creature, paws just skipping over the top of the ground, moving over the landscape as if it weren't there, just a dark ghost in the shape of a small feline, sparkling with lights and wreathed in color. It was alone, of course, but to Regalia, the world was no longer so large and empty. No, now there were whispers, ever so distant, as if a barrier had been broken, some sort of secret it had touched. Strange images passed over its eyes wherever it went, but it did not shy away from it. No, it welcomed these oddities. For it was something they did not know and that lack of knowledge was not something they would allow to continue.

Through Cetus, now, it drifted, quite aimlessly, senses alight and skimming the area around it, glowing orbs fixed ahead, yet sensing all that was around - sight, smell, and sound were all recorded by those odd eye-like lights. Searching for...something. Someone. But who it was, Regalia did not know, but it would certainly know when they were found.

Regalia paused in its drifting when its senses detected a strange creature coming towards them, sliding over the boggy marsh. Oh, it was strange, another creature Regalia had not seen before, dark slime dripping from its body quite horribly, marring whatever beauty could be held underneath upon its skin. But this was not a bad thing - where there was beauty, there was also the opposite of beauty. Ugliness, inelegance. Only with them could true beauty exist. For this, Regalia thanked the creature.

Its glowing eyes watched the creature grow close before Regalia gently reached out with its magic to touch its mind. "Me...I am Regalia. I am the stars and the sky, beyond all, yet within all. I am the avatar of eternity, of immortality, the drifter, the wanderer, whatever you wish to see me as. My voice cannot always reach you - if I go silent, know that it is the interference of these caves that severs my magic. Now...why don't you tell me...about you? Who and what are you? I have not seen creatures who drip such oil from their skin."

Regalia stared quite blankly at Sniffles, judgement racing through its head. Sniffles was quite a foolish name, especially for a creature of such size and shape. Perhaps it was not very intelligent, as it gave no comment to Regalia's introduction or asked it any questions - a more thoughtful creature, perhaps, would have done so.

It continued to hold its connection to Sniffles, quiet disappointed, and almost a little frustrated that Sniffles would not tell it anything about themselves. "You...do not know what you are? How do you not? To me, you look like a great snake of black sludge. Is this all there is to you? There is nothing else?" There had to be something else. The sludge looked so similar to the oil that Regalia touched and heard the voices from. It looked way too similar.

What...if it were the same? What if this creature were one who walked, even in death, or an amalgamation of those that had died? That would be....interesting....