ORIGIN - [Hatching] From the depths of emptiness

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A lone body within a chrysalis hosted within one of the hallowed spaces at the edge of the black spiral. Incubating and growing until it was ready to be unearthed and exposed to the world around it. It was now, and that much was obvious by the squirming of the shadow inside of the dark shape. At first, it appeared to be struggling, tail curled in an awkward direction. Eventually, though, an audible crack could be heard, and the dark crystal started to crack. Liquid seeped out of the chrysalis as another smack to it could be heard from the inside.

Whatever was on the inside must have sounded like it really wanted out.

And she did, too. Vjira completely smashed out of the chrysalis, landing headfirst into the rocky ground in front of it. Stretching a clawed foot forward, the Valkhound stood to aggressively shake off the goop covering her fur-and-skin covered body, weird eye-ear things sticking to one place as she resteadied herself. Wings lifted and then landed back to rest against her body, colorful bits shifting as they always did.

Multiple sets of yellow-orange eyes watched the area around them, the Valkhound standing still trying to figure out where to go next.

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Vedette was on the ceiling, of course, swaying back and forth, eyes narrowed. She scuttled down one of the walls and scurried over, lingering at the edges of Vjira's vision, cautious, considering.

She slowly crept forward, reaching for a piece of chrysalis, hoping to snatch one up and hide it in her quills before rushing away, hopefully before Vargas came to get his disgusting, fleshy flappy-flappy thing. Ugh.

The little gremlin grabbed a shard of chrysalis and darted off immediately after, hiding behind an outcropping of rock, eyes narrowing as she inspected the shard. Sharp, good. Perfect for stabbing things. Like Vargas. Purple grape looking ass.

"Master Ass- Master Vargas!", she screeched, hiding her newfound weapon in her quills, swaying back and forth, "Vagina-face is awake!"

She kept far out of range, eyes narrowed into beady little slits, her tail lashing back and forth. Ugh. She hated the Valkhounds, all of them! So big and stupid and dumb. Like Vargas. Fuck Vargas.

"You look like the inside of a deer carcass," she sneered, "You sure your insides aren't your outsides? Sure looks like it, ugly."

Vedette sure was looking for an ass-whooping, that was for sure.

Vjira ignored the oncoming figure for a moment. Until it got closer. Closer And snatched up what she broke out of. Stealing the thing didn't matter to the valkhound, she had no use for the shards she would leave behind, nor did she want to use them for anything anyway. If anything, Vjira might try to eat one, but they didn't look very tasty.

The quilled-thing screeched something that Vjira didn't quite understand, but she knew she didn't like it. Especially with that disgusting looking expression it held. Rumbling out some kind of sound, the angry valkhound jumped forward to land in front of the strange thing. She might have had an angry expression if she was capable of making them. The only thing the child-not-a-child felt was the sudden need to eat. Devour.

To do that she would have to kill it.

Raising a clawed leg, the valkhound moved to swipe at the teeny thing.

Round: 1/5
Attempt: SMACK Vedette's face
Defense: Literally nothing
Injuries: Nothin

@Vedette

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Vedette ducked under the paw easily, cackling with glee, "HA! You can't even hit me, stupid Valkhound! Man I hope Vargas thinks you're ugly enough to get rid of!"

She flapped her wings and took a few steps back, hissing under her breath, eyes narrowing, "Oh he's gonna be so mad when he finds out you're an asshole just like Dracono-brain."

She was confused when the room didn't darken, and turned to tap at her gem, as if that would get it to work, only for blinding light to fill the room instead, making her shriek as her oversensitive eyes burned from it, agony filling her head. She clenched her eyes shut and covered them, curling up a bit out of instinct.

"Ow," she hissed, but at least Vjira would be flashed too.

@Vjira
Round: 1/5
Attempt: Can't hit me if you can't see me! (Blind Vjira)
Defense: Covered in venomous quills like all over, good luck not getting pricked if you do hit her, loser
Injuries: N/A

More... seemingly nasty sounds came out of the quilled-beast. Vjira didn't know what those sounds meant, but they didn't sound nice. Though that whole thing didn't sound nice at all - or look nice. Vjira didn't know what she looked like, but she had to be stronger than a tiny thing that looked like it could get crunched in one bite of her jaws that were in a perpetual state of open-ness. At least, lip-wise. She could still open and close her mouth, but the teeth always were visible.

A flash of brightness caught her vision, and Vjira also shrieked, like the sound of nails hitting a chalkboard it might have been a pain to the ears. Instead of striking again front claws moved to cover the weird fleshy bits her eyes were attached to - body going different colors looking like they were almost moving.

Danger! That was danger! Tiny thing dangerous!

Getting up but keeping their sets of eyes closed from the brightness that prevented her from seeing anyway, Vjira attempted to turn and strike with her tail, colors still wilding as she did it.

Round: 2/5
Attempting: Slap the dangerous tiny thing with fluffy tail
Defense: Colors going wild, man. Also her eyes are closed now :]
Injuries: Eyes kinda burn

@Vedette

The spell faded and she felt wind over her head, not aware that it was Vjira's tail that just passed over her. She blinked and growled as her vision was impaired, an afterimage having been scorched into her retinas. God damn it.

"TWOBUTT!!", Vedette shrieked, now calling for someone to come and kill this stupid thing, "KILL THIS THING!!!"

Vedette suddenly got a feeling. That wasn't hers, and she knew because the animalistic anger was definitely not coming from her. Her's was annoyance, and maybe a bit of madness. But at least she knew Vjira was angry. Not like she hadn't before or anything.

"Stupid magic! I know that already!", she hissed, "CAN SOMEBODY CONTAIN THIS STUPID THING ALREADY?!"

@Vjira
Round: 2/5
Attempt: Hurt Vjira somehow- or not
Defense: Covered in venomous quills like all over, good luck not getting pricked if you do hit her, loser
Injuries: Half-blind

The thing started screaming again when Vjira didn't feel her tail connect with anything. Her eyes opened back up, which, it was still kind of blinding, and she whipped around to face the other screaming child. It was starting to make their ears hurt. Which, were pretty much already hurting from the earlier screeching from both of them.

Pointy teeth moved to crunch down on one of those feathered things poking out of it. Little flappy bits. Their fur and skin was still color-changing, too.

Round: 3/5
Attempt: Bite one of Vedette's wings
Defense: Still color changing
Injuries: Eyes still hurt, the yelling is giving her a headache but idk if i should rlly include it lol

@Vedette

This thing was so... clumsy! Vedette only had to roll out of the way to get out of it's reaching grasp, sneering at it as she backed up a bit, quills raised and back arched like a cat, eyes squinting as she struggled to see past the after image still remaining.

"Fine," she scoffed, "I'll deal with you myself!"

She called upon her magic, curse words ringing in her ears as she drew from the darkest reaches of herself. Vjira was going to get it now!! The Valkhound would submit to her.

She thrust herself forward, the spell welling up, and fell forward with a screech, face planting, her spell misfiring and the magic receding back into her gem. Augh! Why rely on magic when it never wanted to work?!

@Vjira
Round: 3/5
Attempt: Force her to submit
Defense: Covered in venomous quills like all over, good luck not getting pricked if you do hit her, loser
Injuries: Half-blind

- THE LEVIATHAN -

Let it be said that Vargas did not want the new creation dead. Nor, in point of fact, did he want Lord Dhracia's custom order dead.

But rather than intervene, he found himself staring at the tangle of clumsy nothing going on before him. What are they doing..? he found himself wondering. The Agate was avoiding hits, landing nothing in turn--but was she trying to? Perhaps she was just doing a very good job at containing the monstrosity that had awoken, without causing it damage. That, Vargas had to admit to himself, was pretty impressive given the beast itself: massive, flaring with colors, bizarre in every respect. Is this what we created..? he wondered, watching it.

And that pretty monster was struggling, and failing, to land any hits of its own--snapping at nothing, flailing at air. Failing at magic-? -Yes; he could, upon brief observation, feel the various imperfect flickers and failures of magicka sparking and fading, and some strange something from the Agate, something... to sense its opponent? Hm.

Vargas observed for a beat longer. Some creatures might be graceful killers straight out of their gemstone, right from hatching. But this new beast was not one of them. Still, he didn't fault it--even Draconua had been a chaotic mess when she'd first emerged.

Still, the Agate was calling for help, and he began the swift strides forward to intervene. ...But not too swift, because he sort of wanted to see how this would all play out. It was... Interesting.

To say the least.

Vjira couldn't help but notice the other, more large, purple thing approaching. Instead of screaming, though, that one remained quiet. The one that made her angry was still speaking and that did not help her want to bite those flappy things that were on it. They looked like they would be almost crunchy, but Vjria didn't really understand what texture was, so.

The valkhound moved to try and grab on one of those again, ignoring the other one coming while their ever color-changing body shifted like it was on crack. It honestly might have been a little bit superfluous if someone considered the fact that she was fighting a tiny gremlin.

Round: 4/5
Attempt: Bite a wing
Defense: Color goin wild
Injuries: Half-blind

@Vedette

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