Creosote's entrance wasn't nearly so dramatic.

Trust me, though, Nemean tried.

"AND WHO WOULD BE A FITTING OPPONENT FOR SUCH A BEAST?"

The lights dimmed, the music briefly dimming to an anticipatory (and finally bearable) rumble. Spotlights focused in on the gates.

"THE ROTTING MONSTROSITY, THE PATCHWORK, THE LUNCHABLE"

The music rose and rose and rose, growing with anticipation with each title listed.

"CREOOOOOO!"

The gates opened, the lights flared, the music roared. Accompanied by a prismatic arrangement of fireworks, Creosote emerged.

And... just kinda stood there. It squinted with displeasure at the lights. An arm gripped at it's still-tender chest. It growled faintly, curling it's wings defensively. Then, it made eye-contact with Draconua.

At that moment, it was aware of two things.

One: This was the creature that has created the awful purple-black fire. The fire that had cooked the not-parent alive. The fire that had nearly cooked itself alive.

Two: It was hungry. The taste of blood in it's mouths had long since faded. It didn't find itself feeling bad about this, either. It hadn't felt bad about the hurt it'd inflicted, only the hurt that had been inflicted on itself. Was that a good thing? Was it improving?

Absent-mindedly, a tongue lolled out of it's mouth and lapped haphazardly at a smattering of teeth.

It didn't hesitate, this time. Maybe because it knew that hesitating wouldn't stop it from getting hurt. It was slow at first, a lumber that turned into a wild gallop surprisingly fast for such a mess of limbs. Jaws gaped open, all aiming for the unsleeping chaos' right hand. But it got no satisfaction. No blood. Only the clack of teeth snapping on empty air.

Nemean's screech of 'SHOW US WHAT COLOR SHE BLEEDS' flew right over it's head. If it had the time to comprehend what she had even said it, it probably would've thought it an earnest request rather than a call for bloodshed. As it was, however, it was far too occupied with said bloodlust.

And the teeth very rapidly approaching.

This wasn't right! Creosote wasn't supposed to be the eaten, it was supposed to be the eater! Let out a snarl-grunt, it reared back, trying to latch itself onto the valkhound's faceplate before the teeth made to tear a chunk out of it's back.

Teeth grazed it's back, creating a jagged gash of torn flesh. Blood and mucus joined the oil sputtering out of Draconua's maw. Luckily for it though, Creosote had found a foothold, claws and wings wrapping around Draconua's face and digging for purpose in her many face holes. It was simultaneously incredibly comic and horrifying.

It screeched along with the roars of family and foe both, focused more on holding on for dear life than identifying which call belonged to who. It could feel the sticky, slick Oil coating it's claws wherever they had haphazardly slipped into an eye socket or nostril. The strange black blood made it harder to hold on, made worse by the Valkhound's movements.

It let out a surprised, frighten shriek as the beast suddenly launched upwards, head launching upward. As soon as Draconua's grip slacked on Creosote's flesh it scrambled, grasping for one of Draconua's horns as it fought to not get thrown off this bucking bronco ride.

Unluckily for it, it's grip was too slick by Oil and muscus to be effective. Luckily(?) for it, however, it managed to land square on Draconua's back. It shrieked as a back spike stabbed into it's side, claws flailing about in blind pain before it calmed enough to attempt to get a more secure grip in it's new spot.

It had just regained some semblance of clear thought (or well, whatever constituted as thought for the meat-monster) before the platform it had landed on twisted and shook and snarled with rage. Then it started to tilt like a felled tree.

Creosote growled with panicked rage, having no intention on becoming the cave's most disgusting pancake. It would scramble and flail, trying to jump ship before it would be crushed under said ship. It had manged to get off, at least. Was it unharmed? Certainly not, even ignoring it's other rapidly-accumulating injuries.

Currently, it was screeching in pain as one of it's legs and several of the adjacent limbs were being crushed under Draconua's massive weight. The freed part of it's body twisted in vain, jaws snapping but currently unable to reach Draconua. But already it's movements were becoming sluggish with pain and exhaustion. It couldn't keep this up for too much longer.