Although he'd gone back to Monoceros, back to where he had left Booker and Baratheon, he'd had to get away. Panic was beginning to make him hyperventilate and his breathing had reverted back to raspy gasps. Why he had decided to come all the way back here, to where he had first captured Booker and Baratheon he wasn't sure why. Eventually, he was reduced to crawling as he pushed through the dirt and debris around the Monarch, getting called closer to the mushroom. Cuts began to graze up his legs as he inched his way forwards before finally collapsing. Blood was on his paws, not even indirectly he had forced Wynry to his death. Snapped in his face, tried to nip at his front legs to get him to let go. What the actual fuck was he doing with his life.

There was no guilt, whatever he had been feeling before had disintegrated as soon as it had come. Yes, he'd enjoyed it and yes, he'd do it again. What he couldn't wrap his head around was the fact of how easy it had been. After much time he had a clear understanding of the fragility of life, but to actually see himself snap it away so easily. Swallowing, from where he lay he merely peered up at the Monarch, his one eye looking it over carefully before he came back to rest his head back on the ground. Tail having dragged through the dirt, it was caught up with leaves and twigs but his pelt was a muddy and dusty mess. Despite wanting to remain cleanly, he had neglected proper care over the past couple of days and weeks to focus on bigger projects.

Aware that he was a prime target for possible predatory creatures, he made sure to prepare himself to unleash one of his spells if the time should call for it. Paws outstretched in front of him, he looked at the black stockings as he curled and uncurled his little paw ankle fist things. If he'd actually physically touched Wynry in shoving him off, maybe he'd feel worse, but he doubted it as he began to grin to himself. What joy that had been. But he silently cursed himself for fleeing in the others had arrived and not having allowed himself time to collect the sheep's stone. No matter.

There was plenty of opportunity to gather other stones.

@Sia

This thread takes place after she's reach 2 cycles for maturity reasons. Thanks!

Sia, who had gotten rather bored with the textures of her home, had seemingly gotten lost in her thoughts. She had grown exceptionally, however, she was still rather tiny in comparison of many other gembounds her age, and that's one thing that separated her from the others. Within her small journey, Sia found herself much more farther then she would've like to be, and she contemplated on recollecting her steps, but something else held her back. The curiosity that still dwell within her stature. The world she knew was a lie -- there was much more. A whole land full. It was no longer rocks, stone nor endless cliffs. The darkness that she had grown upon was no more and sun rays prickled across her fur coloration, the pigmentation becoming much more vibrant then before. Though, she was still rather unsure, crickets chirped and many noises vibrated through the atmosphere, there was no bouncing off the walls. It was just open land. Open, however, gave her a simplistic gut-wrenching feeling of the carnivorous animals that were much larger than her and would more than likely to feed on her pretty little face without second thought.

Fresh air after the rain was what the first scent that she noticed. Now, she never experienced rain nor any other weather, however, she gave a soft smile. Excitement radiated off her in waves, a youth like pattern in her foot falling. It was not odd to understand that she was very lively not only in her movements, but as well as personality perspectives. Sia was pure in her words and choices, and while she was not perfect, she understood her imperfections and tried to work at them to heal it. Surveying the area, she padded the ground with her frontal appendages, quickly moving across the land. However, as soon as she had set upon her trek, it was soon over. Upon her vision was a massive mushroom, this mushroom, as she would know it as The Monarch soon enough, was massive compared to her. Stepping back for a moment, to gather her breath in a slight gasp, would follow her movements with a simple sitting position. It was stunning, a light silver coloration -- much like her own -- graced its edges and the sunlight, or at least, the light that formed upon the top grazed her vision.

This forced her to move back and let her head fall. Silk like fur danced with the slight breeze as bright cobalt gaze struck the ground for a moment to gather her balance. Dizziness was natural in situations like these, something so simplistic and yet crucial. While encased within her thoughts, she almost missed the flickering of the leaves and the swaying of greens in the short distance beside her. However, what came out was not what she had expected -- matted fur and blood stained flesh atop a gembound brought her heart to skip a beat. Cautiously gathering her strength to approach the other, the shyness settled in, but her worry was much stronger and overpowered the other. "You're hurt.." She stated, eyeing the wounds from the distance. However, she didn't say much after, only with a simply gesture of the head and the flicker of her ears.

"Speech"

Not really sure what he was supposed to do. Pray to this giant mushroom thing and hope that his wishes would be granted in bringing more harm and disorder to his home? That seemed rather pointless. One eye closing briefly, he exhaled sharply and kicked away a beetles that had meandered in front of him. Damn bugs seemed to overrun this place. Unaware that another had approached, her presence was announced by her words and he flinched before turning his head around so he was able to actually get a good look at who was speaking. Smaller than he was, she carried the same vulpine look and as he had not met another like himself, he raised his eyebrow before returning back to his scowl.

Louie was still enraptured by what he had just done, and he had no interest in playing with gemlings as pushed himself to his feet. Blood and scratches marred his legs from where he had been crawling and he spat to the side before sneering, "Not that that should concern you." Tail lashing irritably, he wondered if she was apart of Booker and Baratheon's little group. He highly doubted it since she hadn't been around to show concern before. Not quite sure what her scent was, he confirmed that she was no Maji Walezi and he relaxed ever so slightly. At least he wouldn't have to deal with a water breather just now. He wasn't sure he was quite prepared for that.

@Sia