The creature had stepped away a bit while The Shield and The Litany slept. It was wider awake, energy crawling out of it's bones into the rest of him, like a buzz just behind the skull. He slipped away, into a side cavern, so It could pace about and sniff, and run as it needed to.

... There were voices in the side cavern, quiet at first but not undetectable to the Creature's sensitive ears, easily catching the whispers. It swung it's bony neck and head about, hooves clicking harshly against the stone. It would press It's head to the walls, listening closely. Perhaps there was a hollowness in there, perhaps something small and fragile was making the sounds, the voices that sounded not unlike the courser's speech. Hm. No - it was hollow but nothing moved about in the walls, and to sound like it was they would need to be moving.

It wanted the sound to stop - it would silence them, like it had silenced the cave bugs before. It clacked it's teeth, giving a low growl into the space.

If anything, the whispers grew louder, crawling up It's spine like spiders. He shook himself, nostrils flaring. There was no scent for It to catch, or at least not anything strong.

It circled in the chamber, form crouched not unlike a stalking leopard, ears tilting to every small click.

Click.

Clack.

Interspersed with the whispers - but the whispers would not lead it to the source. So instead, every small sound besides it, It stalked closer to. Click. Click. Tchhp... Tch...

Snap.

There.

In a rapid twist of it's body, Creature reared up, hooves slamming into the wall at a precise, sharp angle, once, twice- the wall CRACKED, caving inwards, and the whispers turned into a loud, warbled, shriek coated with Fear.

A small miniscule pixie cowered away from the rubble, the shards of rock, clutching something in his hands - the magical trinket that made the whispers disperse, perhaps.

Sharp prickles of terror, as well as bits of the stone shrapnel, stung through the pixie's limbs, and he scrambled backwards, trying to crawl away from the blue, long face streaked with bright blood red. The eyes in the courser's - was it a courser's head? - shined hollow and frail, as if it was already dead.

"Just- Just a joke, it's just a joke- I swear- It won't happen again-"

Lips on the massive creature looming it's head low over the pixie pulled back, and what little light the Pixie emanated glinted off of sharp, numerous teeth. It's jaw was slipping open, ever so slowly-

He didn't know where to go, where he could- there were rocky bits through one of his wing membranes, and magic couldn't do all the work, not for him, not when he was scared - it was getting closer-

"No no nononononono- no- PLEASE, PLEASE please, I won't- not again- PleASE-"

Creature's jaws closed on it's target with a horrid, wet, crunch muffling any other sound - the remnants vanishing into it's hunger.

The small object it had gripped clattered to the stone, and a sharp jagged hoof came down on it, again, and again.

Until it lay a cracked, unrepairable mess of parts.

The sounds were all gone, and they would not return.

Blood on It's teeth, Creature turned back, and padded off towards where The Litany and The Shield lay asleep.