ORIGIN

The approaching footfalls had him turning, the distant voices layered beneath it alerting him to who was coming: the Sentinel and a visitor, he assumed. At least, the second wasn't one that he immediately recognized.

The Leviathan was moving to meet them when the more official greeting rang out, and he rounded an outcrop of Oilstone a moment later and swept into sight. Six acid eyes fell to study the cat as he came to a halt. Oil, he thought, with some surprise. This cat was the first he'd seen, then, touched by the Creator--but it had been bound to happen. Obieth was a clear-cut case: the Creator (perhaps Totum) saw in cats the same potential that Vargas did.

The faintest flicker of magic confirmed that the Oil was, indeed, Oil: the Creator's own. Vargas paused to give the Sentinel a nod, then spoke to Purity more directly. "You have awoken," he said, bluntly repeating what the Sentinel had already said. "And you are touched by the Creator. How did this come to be?" he asked. Was it a creation, a Valkhound in feline shroud? Or a cat that had gotten into the corrupted milk? "Your form is one that I prefer--useful, stealthy. I wanted to offer you a place among us, before you go--or ask if you are willing to create spawn for the Forge's use." He was blunt, to the point--but then, he was busy again, these days. Yellow-green eyes studied the cat.

Vargas didn't think to introduce himself, to explain what a Master was or what the Chaos Forge did. Sometimes, he forgot that not all of these things were known to the younger generation. Assuming this creature even was young.