[Hatching] From the depths of emptiness

Vedette was on the ceiling, of course, swaying back and forth, eyes narrowed. She scuttled down one of the walls and scurried over, lingering at the edges of Vjira's vision, cautious, considering.

She slowly crept forward, reaching for a piece of chrysalis, hoping to snatch one up and hide it in her quills before rushing away, hopefully before Vargas came to get his disgusting, fleshy flappy-flappy thing. Ugh.

The little gremlin grabbed a shard of chrysalis and darted off immediately after, hiding behind an outcropping of rock, eyes narrowing as she inspected the shard. Sharp, good. Perfect for stabbing things. Like Vargas. Purple grape looking ass.

"Master Ass- Master Vargas!", she screeched, hiding her newfound weapon in her quills, swaying back and forth, "Vagina-face is awake!"

She kept far out of range, eyes narrowed into beady little slits, her tail lashing back and forth. Ugh. She hated the Valkhounds, all of them! So big and stupid and dumb. Like Vargas. Fuck Vargas.

"You look like the inside of a deer carcass," she sneered, "You sure your insides aren't your outsides? Sure looks like it, ugly."

Vedette sure was looking for an ass-whooping, that was for sure.

Vedette ducked under the paw easily, cackling with glee, "HA! You can't even hit me, stupid Valkhound! Man I hope Vargas thinks you're ugly enough to get rid of!"

She flapped her wings and took a few steps back, hissing under her breath, eyes narrowing, "Oh he's gonna be so mad when he finds out you're an asshole just like Dracono-brain."

She was confused when the room didn't darken, and turned to tap at her gem, as if that would get it to work, only for blinding light to fill the room instead, making her shriek as her oversensitive eyes burned from it, agony filling her head. She clenched her eyes shut and covered them, curling up a bit out of instinct.

"Ow," she hissed, but at least Vjira would be flashed too.

The spell faded and she felt wind over her head, not aware that it was Vjira's tail that just passed over her. She blinked and growled as her vision was impaired, an afterimage having been scorched into her retinas. God damn it.

"TWOBUTT!!", Vedette shrieked, now calling for someone to come and kill this stupid thing, "KILL THIS THING!!!"

Vedette suddenly got a feeling. That wasn't hers, and she knew because the animalistic anger was definitely not coming from her. Her's was annoyance, and maybe a bit of madness. But at least she knew Vjira was angry. Not like she hadn't before or anything.

"Stupid magic! I know that already!", she hissed, "CAN SOMEBODY CONTAIN THIS STUPID THING ALREADY?!"

This thing was so... clumsy! Vedette only had to roll out of the way to get out of it's reaching grasp, sneering at it as she backed up a bit, quills raised and back arched like a cat, eyes squinting as she struggled to see past the after image still remaining.

"Fine," she scoffed, "I'll deal with you myself!"

She called upon her magic, curse words ringing in her ears as she drew from the darkest reaches of herself. Vjira was going to get it now!! The Valkhound would submit to her.

She thrust herself forward, the spell welling up, and fell forward with a screech, face planting, her spell misfiring and the magic receding back into her gem. Augh! Why rely on magic when it never wanted to work?!

- THE LEVIATHAN -

Let it be said that Vargas did not want the new creation dead. Nor, in point of fact, did he want Lord Dhracia's custom order dead.

But rather than intervene, he found himself staring at the tangle of clumsy nothing going on before him. What are they doing..? he found himself wondering. The Agate was avoiding hits, landing nothing in turn--but was she trying to? Perhaps she was just doing a very good job at containing the monstrosity that had awoken, without causing it damage. That, Vargas had to admit to himself, was pretty impressive given the beast itself: massive, flaring with colors, bizarre in every respect. Is this what we created..? he wondered, watching it.

And that pretty monster was struggling, and failing, to land any hits of its own--snapping at nothing, flailing at air. Failing at magic-? -Yes; he could, upon brief observation, feel the various imperfect flickers and failures of magicka sparking and fading, and some strange something from the Agate, something... to sense its opponent? Hm.

Vargas observed for a beat longer. Some creatures might be graceful killers straight out of their gemstone, right from hatching. But this new beast was not one of them. Still, he didn't fault it--even Draconua had been a chaotic mess when she'd first emerged.

Still, the Agate was calling for help, and he began the swift strides forward to intervene. ...But not too swift, because he sort of wanted to see how this would all play out. It was... Interesting.

To say the least.