Renathan was beginning to grow surprised that he had not heard the strange noise from before down the cavern's tiny passageway again; but he was glad that he had not. It was annoying to think that he could have to wake up his tiny creature to combat or otherwise deal with some strange beast; most of which didn't even seem to posses eyes, down here in the caverns. Even this close to the surface, he seemed to find more creatures than one would otherwise imagine; which at first was novel but now was annoying. The cave was simply stunning, however, he preferred it to any of the others he had located previously. Others did not seem to visit it much, which was probably the reason why there were so many underground creatures roaming around this particular donut-shaped cavern. The little glittering lights casted by the sun or moon through the stained glasslike rocks embedded in the ceiling, however, did seem to have some of the reason belied to it. He could hardly wait to watch these little lights yet again, with his chiryma, even though that had not been the reason why he had come here.
Renathan could still not really fathom why they would 'dumb down' a creature species original purpose for which it was 'designed', may that mean bred or otherwise, but there had to be a reason. Perhaps those 'thought image' tests previously mentioned had not been mentioned before due to the reasoning that something bad had happened, perhaps that had tried to be hidden? The renard was not sure. He curls his tail protectively around himself and the creature in his lap; to ward off the cold and because he could only fear the worst about the 'thought image' tests previously. Apparently these creatures were indeed created to be predators in nature though; which was amazing considering the continued omnivorous tendencies of the species after all. Then again, the ability to eat anything and everything may allow a species in a desertlike area to survive, or perhaps even other harsh conditions. It still amazed him that the 'dominant' female was lead by several males; how could a creature be dominant if he or she was being lead? He was confused about most of this information, actually.
Renathan almost felt like this species was entirely dumbed down due to the previous one; but it did have a few advantages. Apparently they were much more dexterous as opposed to their previous iteration of the species, which made him question at what cost was this extra dexterity, and why was it necessary? At least the sensitive antenna are more protected at this point, during this iteration, he figures. It also surprised the renard to realize that this species was not uncommonly travelling alone; which made absolutely no sense for such a 'pack oriented' creature. He was not sure what the purpose of the species was, any more. Most species of course served some purpose or another; the denizens of the city often used creatures as weaponry and equipment all alike after all! Apparently these creatures were also mounts, but did not have the same explanation as 'carrying the owner on it's back without training'. Just carrying a bonded owner on it's back. Honestly, the entire species seemed to be a huge detriment to the previous iteration. Just why?
The only thing that made any kind of sense to Renathan was that the creatures must have done something very strange whenever those mind-image tests were completed... It made him feel strange to even think about it. Then again, massive groups of fourty-plus giant meat-eating birds were probably not wholly sustainable on the wild ecosystem of this area either, not the the city would have cared anyway. Renathan quickly began scanning through the information about the breeds; and then realized that apparently the domestic breed of the v2 iteration of the species kept it's fur throughout it's whole life! That was great news! He quickly realizes that apparently one could tell whether or not the creature was of this breed by checking it's legs; did it's legs have fur on them? If so, it was probably the domestic! Renathan was overjoyed that his beloved little chocolate fluffball was going to keep his downy feathers his entire life. Apparently these had a difficult time surviving in the wild though.
Apparently the so-called domestic breed of the v2 chiryma, like his beloved little chocolate puffball; were needy and friendly creatures like the original v1 iteration of the chiryma. That also made him quite happy; he preferred the v1 breed for everything but it's little antenna that appeared to be fragile and dangerous, and his little one was the most v1-like v2 chiryma it appeared. He was happier now; and thought that maybe he would make an excellent mount and companion animal as an adult. Renathan was incredibly pleased. He takes the piece of paper and goes over the little drawing again with his claw, trying to imagine it with fur in the place of it's... Presumably naked and pretty creepy skin. He then folds the informative little packet up and places it in his backpack with the other piece. Then, he glances down at his little chiryma and pets it gently as it sleeps. He breathes in, and glances outside over his shoulder, wondering about the time of morning that it was now.
The moon was beginning to get quite close to the horizon outside, right in front of the little roundish opening in the cave wall. The night sky was still addled with stars but they were just beginning to fade; though they really made the cave opening look more like a portal than anything else; ethereal in an otherworldly way. Renathan finds himself holding his breath as he looks at it, he has to suck in a shaky one, and then focus to breathe out. The natural world was just really beautiful; sometimes it took the renard by shock sometimes, he was never really used to it at all. He finally takes a moment, to move the creature to a more comfortable position on his lap; it wakes up as he does and uses it's little legs and claws to hold onto his hand, so he winds up having to forfeit his hand's usefulness for a moment until the tiny creature falls back asleep and loosens it's grip enough to let his arm go. What a cute creature! He grins, behind the mask, down at the creature.
Renathan was beginning to find more and more of the little stones as the time went on. He had no idea how much time he was spending down here in the mines, just that he was very sore when he finally got up. Renathan carefully places some of the rocks that he had found into a side pouch he kept for such things, and then he shifts the tiny sleeping birdlet over to his free hand, using his left to get everything else situated. He was generally quite good at working with small creatures and critters in general, so he didn't wake the still-sleeping creature. He takes a moment to look over the spotty bird; it was almost truffle-like, being so chocolately in color. That made Renathan a bit hungry! He makes sure to gather up his backpack, and then he looks up just in time to realize that it was raining outside of the cave.
Renathan could hear the soothing pitter patter. He knew that it was probably about time for him to go home today, one because it was raining, and two because he was hungry. He figured the tiny jibiji would also be quite hungry. He vaguely wondered how long it had been raining outside. He gathers his things, and prepares to leave the cave when he realizes where he had thought the cave opening should have been, and not too far away in fact; there was some kind of large rock. Renathan sets forward carefully, holding the tiny chick in his hand... He puts his other hand against the cold stone that overlaid the opening to his cave. Renathan swallowed, hard, and then used his shoulder to try to push the boulder away. He was still being very gentle, since he didn't want to accidentally wake up the chiryma. Renathan places the chiryma on his mining cart, wrapping it in a little cloth to secure it.
Renathan then turns to the boulder blocking the way, and looks around it, checking for any holes. To his chagrin, he found a couple of places where water was already beginning to leak in, but not big enough for him to fit through. He did see that at the very top of the boulder there was a very thin line of cloudy sky that could be seen. Renathan stepped back as far as he could, and bent down before charging, using his body and speed to try to push the boulder away. He backs away, sorely. His body hadn't been enough to move the rock, and he wasn't sure what to do now. Renathan glances over at the small chicklet. He'd brought treats for the small creature, so he could feed it for some time. He wasn't really afraid for his own safety, but he wasn't sure if the chiryma could make it however long it took to get out of here if it wasn't quickly.
Renathan knew that mining trips were always dangerous, something horrid could happen. He knew that some people brought songbirds down in mines because they would die first in case of a gas leak. He tried not to think about things like that; sure he went hunting, but he didn't believe in unnecessary pain. It was why he preferred to kill things quickly; and why he had trained his female sarane to kill drakes instead of just incapacitating them. Of course the pit staff hadn't agreed with his mercy at all, and preferred him to just leave the still-living sarane to bleed out on the pit floor. That made him feel a bit sick, honestly, but he hoped to be more humane in the future while still utilizing the pit. Renathan knew that gas leaks happened, rocks fell, places caved in and flooded. Renathan tended to be lucky, his entire life was very lucky in fact; he didn't really think those things could happen to him.
Renathan knew that the cave when down a little ways away, and he knew that this was his best chance at getting out. He could feel a little breeze coming from that way; and that generally meant that there was an opening somewhere. However, the opening could be anywhere from the size of a fist to large enough to get out. Renathan was banking that it would at least be large enough for him to get the tiny chiryma out. He knew that the domestic chiryma did not survive in the wild by themselves, but he hoped that Lisle would have a better chance at living by itself than being trapped underground without food. Renathan felt oddly calm, his heart wasn't pounding, he wasn't panicking or breathing hard. He felt oddly resigned. Renathan walks over to his mining cart, and lifts the chiryma up, cradling it in an arm. He takes a firm hold on the mining cart and begins to pull it down the corridor.
Renathan knew that there was something wrong, because he tended to be a sentimental, anxious person when he was alone, and right now, he felt utterly right with the world. Yes, this could only mean that things were worse than normal, because he was not at all panicking about the situation. Renathan had been nervous for much less in the mansion, the several times he was attacked... Well, if one would call it that. Renathan continues down the corridor, glad that he had the light stick mounted to the front of his cart so that he could see without really having to use a hand on the flashlight. He kept moving, and checked for an opening everywhere that he could. The tunnel was dark, cold, and a bit damp. He was beginning to smell the musk of mold in the area, and that wasn't good. He figured that rain sometimes came down into this cavern. He hoped it would stop raining soon.
Renathan can see the mold on the left wall now, it was a bit odd; having no color, almost clearish white. Renathan noted that it was only growing on that wall, just in case he would need the information later. He was actually quite good at survival, thanks to his multiple forays to the outskirts of the City. He couldn't quite remember why he started to do that at first, perhaps the need to get some things off of his mind. That all felt a little distant now, sadly. He could hear his feet echoing on the ground, and these echoes were definitely waking the tiny chocolate-y chiryma up. The creature was cheeping softly, hungrily. Renathan stops for a moment to pull a piece of jerky from his pocket and feed it gently to the creature, to make sure it wouldn't choke. Then he continued on. It was all he could do.
Renathan knew that the tunnel would have to stop sooner or later, and he had his fingers crossed that it wouldn't be a dead end with an incredibly tiny opening, or narrow off too small for him to be unable to go forward. He was somewhat pleased to see it open up wide enough into another room, this one up a little, and more sandy than anything else. Renathan would have loved to check this place out for more gems, but he didn't want to press their luck. Already, Lisle was cheeping again, asking for more of the jerky. Renathan complied to keep him a bit quieter. He knew that there were sarane down here- at least that was what the rumors were. He knew that the tiny chiryma would be a quick snack for such a creature, even if Renathan could probably take one down himself using his fire magic.