Slowly, Ghanyarah had made it a regular habit to travel between Cetus and Eridanus. Cetus was his home, undeniably; it always would be, especially as the localized center of the Children of Rot's devices, but eventually Ghanyarah had to expand his horizons. He'd visited Eridanus a few times before, mostly on investigative trips to the Eyes, but those had often been interrupted by curious other Gembounds who intervened in his quiet exploration. That, or he had come looking for Gracie. One or two times before he managed to find her, but her presence had grown scarce and where he had usually found her munching happily on stalks of bamboo, the annoying plant had come overgrown, bountiful in her absence. Where the vegetation blossomed, his heart had shrunken.

He had Netil to look after, but the strange hybrid was pretty independent. The girthy reptile was always eating, and when Ghanyarah found himself exhausted of his attempts to constantly keep Netil fed, he'd find that his son would wander away in search of food for himself. Ghanyarah gradually came to accept his wandering, hoping that he'd get a chance to see Netil returning to the tree - Ghanyarah's tree, the tree that the komodo dragon had been fool to think would become a home for their two-reptile family, the tree that had once been the sole location of all his prized possessions, now but a mere reference point. Still, the presence of his brother Dragon had been a constant, as had the other Children of Rot. Tal'at and Czernobog were always keeping busy with their garden, Dragon always seemed to be obsessing over Aquarian and immortality, and Eve was usually quite involved in being whoever was available at the times' hat.

That just left Ghanyarah and his idle purpose. He was supposed to be a protector, or a warrior, or an enforcer. Either way, he was a hand of force. Something to be reckoned with. He had delighted in training with Dragon, but over time even that had grown dry. He needed something new. So, off to Eridanus it was to see what new affairs he could dig up. Maybe he'd find Gracie again, or maybe Temoria, or maybe he'd even run into Arkrael; hell, even that fire wolf, Aleera, would make acceptable company. At this point, the lonely reptile wasn't going to be picky about who he shared company with.

He waddled among the trees, taking slow, calculated steps. The humid air was ambrosia on his skin, a stasis of perpetual hydration as water collected on his scales and slowly dripped to the loam below. His pink eyes were ever wary, his long, hefty tail dragging lazily behind, until he had caught the tail-end of a threat on the wind. Ghanyarah froze, listening; then he lifted his head and flicked his tongue. In among the stench of petrichor he dredged up the nitrogenous smell of a bird, acceptable; and one of a canine, but not Arkrael or Temoria; gross. Even after all this time, he couldn't deny that he was something of an elitist. Ghanyarah settled, grounding himself, but he was curious. And wouldn't it be so much easier to observe where they couldn't see? ...Or maybe he was just in the mood for mischief.

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In his advance, the water began to rapidly evaporate from his hide. Tiny droplets suspended in the air had begun to condense, and before long, the thin strands of mist began to rise as though clawing their way up from the soil. It wasn't thick enough to hide him entirely but, lingering still a few trees behind, he hoped that the pair wouldn't notice him quite yet. He cracked open a devious grin and settled his fat belly in the dirt, listening.

From what he could gather, one was antagonizing the other. Through the mist, Ghanyarah couldn't quite make out their details. They looked like shadows from here - one of them really was immersed in the darkness, the other lodged somewhere out of sight. Ghanyarah raised his head and tried to isolate them from the fog, but to no avail - they were fairly well hidden among the white tendrils, and all he could do was eavesdrop on their conversation. One was a young fool. The other was slick with poison. Threatening, but maybe arrogant. Ghanyarah knew arrogance where he heard it. His long tail twitched behind him, thinking, considering. He didn't know what kind of danger he could get himself into interfering with the antics of the unknown. He could be injured. His son abandoned, left to the wayside if Ghanyarah never returned.

And yet, his curiosity was overwhelming. He was amused. And maybe, just maybe, he was a little restless. The komodo dragon held back and latched onto the feel of the water suspended in the air, if he could just maneuver it right...

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But as soon as he had grasped it, the slippery sensation of the water molecules escaped him. What was tactile was now too svelte for him to harness. Ghanyarah quietly grunted - perhaps his formation of the mist enclosing them had been too successful. It was too powerful, or too insistent. It didn't matter. The lizard raised his head and parted the bushes, fingers of mist rolling off of him as he moved into view. "What a bore-fest!" He feigned a yawn, staring into the clearing down his paddle snout. "You know what would solve this, if I just ate you both." Ghanyarah said idly and clipped his teeth together in a mischievous grin.