Eleven greatly enjoyed roaming Pegasus. It made her consider the other parts of the caves - did they get any bigger? She dreamed of flat plains where she could just... run eternally in one direction, not sure what she'd reach but certain that she'd find it. She didn't know what a sky was, but if she did, she'd yearn for it to stretch over her. Infinity.

Her chance of reaching that where incredibly small. She felt it in the back of her mind.

She slowed to a trot, eyeing the distant herds of Meadow Deer. She wasn't doing that shit again. She'd go for a rabbit this time, if one happened to cross her path - but a hunt was optional right now. She was just hanging out. No law against that.

@V-Ruby-One

It was storming from Draco now - transcendence reported, rights attained, and it was intending on leaving the area and not coming back for a while. Perhaps not coming back at all until it had regained its strength and then some. It tossed the idea in its head for a while - it didn't need the Black Spire to stabilize, the Hole would suffice, and it could place its own fonts now. But...Master Vargas may note its absence. And it was on the end of the line here. One step from making him snap and just end its pitiful life.

That was not going to happen.

It continued to toss this conundrum in its head, leaving a trail of black corruption in its wake, the grass drying where it stepped, the ground beneath splitting from its trembling fury. But it barely took notice, too busy being ripped apart by the two Things within it tearing each other apart. The beast wanted to rebel, the broken thing wanted to comply. Helion just wanted things to stop fucking happening for a while.

It almost missed Eleven, but it caught sight of her before it had stormed past. The two things quieted for a moment, mildly intrigued. Really, Helion should just walk past. Who fucking cared about what spawn vargas and his minions were spitting out these days. It had told itself not to talk to anyone until it felt it could defend itself against a Master's wrath. But, aimless as it felt, with no dire task in front of it, it found itself slowing and stepping in her direction.

"You," it growled out, as it got closer. "You are a new one, right? What fucking number are we on now?"

@V-Chaos-Eleven

There were few things bigger than V-Chaos-Eleven in Pegasus, Meadow Deer aside. She made a point of avoiding them - not before she honed her skills some more. She HAD been born yesterday, effectively.

So she made note of Helion and it's trail of decay, considering her next move. She could let it go on its way, or she could tail it from a distance if it was here to hunt, study its technique. Smart girl shit. They were quite different in body plan though, would she absorb anything of worth from watching it? It was worth a-

Oh. Its heading towards her.

Everything in her mind screamed threat! And she flattened herself against the grass, ready to make herself scarce very, very quickly. Maybe it'd walk by. Maybe it wouldn't even notice her.

It turned, and began an approach.

Her quills flared and her tail arched upward. "I-" Her eyes darted to the side, searching for an escape route. "I don't fucking know, twelve? I just got here."

Assert dominance. Find control. Bite back. "What's your problem?"

@V-Ruby-One

Well it certainly didn't take long at all for the kid to piss it off, biting back with attitude that it so despised, like she wasn't afraid or any any place to speak to it with anything but respect. But when had anyone shown V-Ruby-One anything like respect?

There have been a few. That's true, Daphne had been polite at least. BUT SHE DID NOT FEAR US THE WAY WE DESERVE!! That's also true. Nobody seemed to fear it the way they should. It growled, imagining finding a way to make this one fear. But it held itself back from that line of thinking, Master Vargas's words ringing loudly in its head. If you lose control again, I will kill you. So, that was out of the question.

So, instead, it snapped back - "I came over to talk, no need to be fucking rude! I've got a lot of problems and none of them are your fucking business. So, what, V-Chaos-Twelve or something? That's what name they gave you?" It snorted, that hatred towards the Forge welling in its heart again. "What's your real name?"

@V-Chaos-Eleven

Oh, she feared it. Every rattle of quill against quill was filled with animal terror. Unfortunately, her reaction to that fear wasn't exactly appropriate given the situation.

She was a valkhound, too. She wouldn't grovel.

"Your TALKING sounds a lot like YELLING. at ME." She let her fur flatten a little, rising taller. "I'm sorry about your problems."

Her name. She hadn't figured it out yet - maybe she should lie? embarrassment rose to the surface. What kind of person doesn't have a name?

"V-Chaos-Eleven. Twelve is my sibling." technically. "And my real name is none of your business."

Her demeanour shifted slightly to something softer, curious. "What's your name?"

@V-Ruby-One