Hidden within the recesses of a ledge above a lone figure stalked the deer below. Darkness had come to the cave, and for many days it had claimed the rule that light had held before it. With his large eyes and knowledge of the cave system Yuma had little trouble with keeping himself oriented throughout the cave systems. Some rooms were harder to navigate than others, yes, but near the core there was plenty of ambient light left still clinging to existence.

Today, having eaten his fill on grubs and rather bored, the small aye aye had decided to go back to the fun sport he'd discovered while gathering food for the opal wolf. See, it was easy enough to kill grubs, and relatively straightforward to hunt down small game, even if he wasn't really interested in eating them. The real challenge though was taking down prey much larger than he was. Sometimes he got injured, and sometimes the prey died too quickly to be fun, but in all his hunts he hadn't died once.

The albino figure looked down from his perch as his odd-looking cave deer sat unaware, waiting for jus the perfect moment. Just in time the deer made a clumsy move, smashing into the wall and disorienting itself. Seizing the opportunity the rabbit-sized primate dropped down, aiming to land on the creature's back out of reach of repercussions.

Yuma had landed right on mark and began to cling on, ready for the inevitable jolt as his prey would start to flee. The strategy had been simple, effective, and rather amusing in the past. First he'd land on his prey and make sure it started running. Then he'd administer shocks to keep it running. When it collapsed from either exhaustion or too many shocks he'd poke into it for a while until it stopped reacting. Once it stopped entirely he'd just let the wind escape from it and he'd have lots of materials for coming up with craft projects!

This time, however, instead of starting a fun joy ride around the caves his landing resulted in... nothing at all. The creature just sat there and looked back at him, with eyes that looked like the talking creatures in the cave as opposed to the non-talking ones.

His suspicions were confirmed as the not-a-cave-deer-thing spoke a lament of moss. Yuma stared blankly at it as it reached down and grabbed a patch of glowing moss before standing up slowly.

Behind blank expression a feeling of intrigue washed over the small aye aye. He'd been hoping for a good kill to pass the time, but this could be even more fun! Last time he'd played the part of a demon, this time the talking thing was placing him in the role of a moss guardian of some sort named Eyeball.

"Your transgressions are grave." Yuma spoke with theatrical power, "Eyeball sees, and Eyeball judges."

He crept foward on the deer's back toward its head, his claws sharp but not quit piercing the skin. "Even you are beset by ill fate, death still looms over your soul. Tell me, creature, who are you that I should spare you what end you have caused the mosses?"

Yuma's expression stayed stagnant as the little deer pleaded its case. It was young, even newer to this world than he was. Its words of self-depreciation vaguely amused the aye aye as he played the role of a moss guardian, whatever that was.

Then, waiting for his response, or perhaps continuing his plea, the little deer did something quite interesting. It turned its gaze away, perhaps accepting its fate and refusing to look death in the eyes. Or so Yuma thought at first. No, it seemed to be focusing on the ground where there was no moss, concentrating as if to will the situation to change. It took a moment, but with a powerful gust of internal wind its wishes seemed to come to fruition, new life springing out from the soil.

After the creature turned back in victory Yuma narrowed his eyes in feigned consideration. He stayed silent for and uncomfortable amount of time, the digits of his claws applying slight pressure and loosening pressure in sequence as if in thought.

"Forgive me, young master of the mosses." he finally spoke, loosening his grip and hopping off the deer's back onto a nearby ledge. This would be much more diverting than any mere death game. The aye aye lowered his face in apparent reverence and spoke in words much softer than before. "My name is Yuma, eyeball class guardian. I see that despite your youth you have indeed come back to bring life to these caves."

He raised his face again, his gaze still blank, expressionless, but somehow softer in its continence. "What would master have me do to make up for my insolence?"