Another one of its most interesting siblings. Khavur spotted it with ease -- a flopping oily noodle was pretty hard to miss amidst this climate. That wasn't a failure on the sibling's part, though. No, it was a success, put in the wrong place. A fish made to flop on land could be an excellent fish, and a terrible cow. 'Is that strength?' Was it? Khavur decided not to think about that right now. It didn't know why that certain question seemed to rub it the wrong way, or why delving into that thought made it feel so tired. Even pondering the cause of the exhaustion was exhausting, and by that point, the whole train of thought became a circle, then a spiral, then a wheel -- ever turning with no master to guide it.

Khavur would leave it alone.

Instead, the beast would wonder about its sibling. They all seemed to have special little things about them. Quirks. If you paid enough attention, you could see a pattern. For example, this one, oozy sibling, produced more ooze after it ate, and a lot less when it was hungry. Khavur did the same thing, except with its, um, "venom". 'What is--' HUSH. Upon further observation, it seemed as though oozy sibling's ooze was not as thick as it could be. Khavur has seen the oil production right after feeding before. It could be... frightening.

The two-headed beast approached tentatively, curiosity written across both its faces. It wondered what its oozy sibling was flopping around for, blowing bubbles around and going wild. It seemed to be trying to play, of course. Khavur didn't really need magic to tell that. However, magic would try to reach out anyways, as always, in a gesture of an attempt to understand. It was sent with underwhelming strength and came back with frail simplicity. Enthusiasm turned sour by disappointment. Hm.

"Hello," the beast finally said, yanking itself out of its head. It wished to be noticed, to be interacted with, for... whatever reason.

Interaction came, just as was desired.

It was interesting to know that Khavur, the Reaver of the Dark something or other, had managed to go unseen by its much slipperier sibling. Just as interesting, to Khavur at least, were the details of the game this oozy sibling was playing: hunting bubbles that it blew with its own magic. Both of its heads cocked in opposite directions, expressions mirrored on either side. It was almost like being looked at by one giant creature that pretended to be two individuals. It was almost like that because that was actually exactly what it was.

"Hunting bubbles like rats? Why?" For fun, obviously! But what was fun about it...? Did the oozy sibling not question it; the joy of the hunt? Was there any joy to be found in hunting? Khavur didn't want to be bombarded by these thoughts. They were really too much and they often came at the worst times and they took ages of pondering and it still came up with no answers. Yet, even with two heads instead of just one, it had so much trouble getting the thoughts to go away.

Maybe that was why the oozy sibling hunted the bubbles then-- as a distraction. Maybe it also had these flurries of unwanted speculations. Maybe it was just better at escaping them, wriggling its way out and away.

'Or maybe it just wants some FUN, Khavur.' Alright, alright. "I will play," the beast decided, only speaking with the large-horned head's mouth while the small-horned head looked off to the side as if distracted. "Make more. We shall hunt them together."