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The soft footfalls from his hooves seemed to echo loudly in his ears as he bounded through the forest. The light that struck at the forest’s edge nearly blinded him, but only as a sign of his relief. There, the Cat wouldn’t chase him to the end of his boundaries. It knew he would return soon enough anyway, since he lacked anywhere else to go.

Breathing heavily, the Phyri glanced backwards as his feet led him out of the forest and into a… meadow? He shook his head in confusion, but forced each of his reluctant legs forward until the forest was only a slight image behind him.

It took him another few minutes to notice the presence of another life-- a Constellation, children of the Second Moon. Bane felt a mixture of hesitance and distress, and perhaps some faint tendrils of curiosity and annoyance. He trotted forward slowly, hooves crunching into the grass with purposeful noise.

”What are you doing here?” Bane questioned, voice soft and revealing little of the Phyri’s emotion.



( 8D; I forgot that Twilif was a stage name and not what they're normally called. Apologies! *chances to Constellation* )

His eyes narrowed at the Constellation’s tone, anger flaring up despite his normally calm nature. He resisted the urge to rise on to his back legs and slam a hoof or two against the strange creature before him. With a soft hiss, the Phyri merely shook his head lightly and released a rather annoyed, but marginally polite reply. “I have no idea who this Kyu-Ryu is, my apologies for not knowing of the source of your distress.”

Bane only calmed a bit at Joachim’s apology, but annoyance still bubbled restlessly within the Phyri. “…I see.” He nodded his head lightly, debating if he should offer a name as well. The Phyri had no idea whether the title ‘Constellation of Redemption’ had any sort of meaning or worth. After all, his days were often simply filled with the maniacal laughter and ploys of the Catastrophic Cat.

“My master---“ He paused, tilting his head slightly. “Bane… My name is Bane.”

“…” The Phyri said nothing for a moment, debating whether to play this strange ‘pro-quid-pro’ game. “…Alright.” He had grown used to not asking questions, so it would take a while to grasp something he wanted answered. Besides, it didn’t seem like the questioning was mostly for his curiosity’s benefit anyway. “How was it that you came to be?”

“I’ve heard tales that your kind was born from a Candle, but there are also others that say that the Candle is merely what drew you here in the first place.”

Bane looked somewhat interested in the vague tale of Joachim’s birth. “Another place?” He gestured lightly to the sky with a hand. “The Second Moon, you mean?” The Cat had told him various stories of it, stories when it had been free to wreak havoc and destruction while traveling everywhere it wished. “…the blight of your existence… That Kyu-Ryu you spoke of earlier?” The Phyri tilted his head slightly in slightly confusion, brows furrowing as the wheels turned inside his head.

Shaking off the bemusement, Bane thought over the question Joachim had asked. “Honestly, I don’t really know. My master…” He shook his head again; perhaps soon he’d been dizzy from it. “I know my birth was unique in a way--- since, before this form, I’d been captured in a bottle for the longest of time.”

“Yes, a bottle.” The Phyri shrugged lightly. This was the first time he’d ever spoken of it. The Cat had shown little remorse for keeping the Phyri there. “I do not remember so much, as I said before. It would be likely that …my master did collect me into it, but it has never said anything of the sort.” Bane cast his gaze towards the sky, though it slid back to Joachim after a moment. He was intrigued by the expressions on the Constellation’s face to a degree.

“I suppose there are many types of creatures in this world. My master would be one of them,” Bane muttered quietly. “For all I know of it, it could have easily bought me from an unsuspecting child that had thought I was merely an odd bunch of fireflies.”

“My master is…” Bane went silent, shuddering. He was taught not to give away any secrets, however small. “I cannot say. It is… merely not inclined to respect anyone.”

“It does not matter to me whether you ask out of turn or not.” The Phyri had only a tiny handful of questions himself; he couldn’t help it if he was not a curious creature from the backlash that resulted when he’d questioned the Cat. He grimaced at the memories that surfaced from the thought. “Curiosity is merely a sign of living, after all.”

Habitually, he stroked the bright blue markings on his right hand. “Do you often occupy this area?”