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"This is Darth Maul. Say what you must."

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He would not deny that his skull was extra thick by virtue of his species. Born and developing horns using for goring required certain bone supports, but that didn't mean he couldn't or wouldn't be concussed from flying around this beast of transportation. Maul's amusement at his ill-preparedness also didn't help with his mood. "I'll let you experience how hard my head is when I concuss you with it."

Of course, he had a grip on a hand-hold but stubbornly remained on his feet to learn how to move with the creature. There was a lot of bouncing motions, though he would admit that they were moving rather swiftly to wherever they needed to go. His grip tightened at the large leaps, and he maintained his feet which had to be spread further apart to keep his balance. "I am holding on tightly. I won't fall or lose my balance." That was a considerable declaration to make given how this catbus was moving, but he'd use the Force if he had to.

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“You may try,” Maul told Savage in a gleeful tone that told him Maul didn’t think he was going to succeed in that particular endeavor. Still, it was nice to be able to spend a moment joking with his brother. So much of their time together had been spent in serious situations, many of them life-or-death. It was a nice change of pace to be able to act like a pair of normal brothers.

Maul struggled not to laugh at his brother’s stubborn insistence on remaining on his feet while the catbus traveled. Finally, he skidded to a stop, and a door opened up on his side to let out the passengers within. “We have arrived. Come, Savage,” he told the other Zabrak. Once he got outside, a curious pair of goats approached. One was a rather ominous-looking black goat who seemed like he would have fit in well with the fauna of Dathomir. The other was one Maul hadn’t seen before. “In Never Fade, everyone has a goat guide that will show them around. The big black one is Titus Andronicus. He is mine. The other one must be yours.”

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There was relief on his expression when the ride finally came to a blessed end and he didn't have to cling to the pole and work the entire trip to keep his feet on the floor. To save face thanks to his brother's mirth at his predicament - and baffled Maul was amused by so much - he was second off the catbus and all the more thankful for his feet on the solid ground.

He came to a stop when they were approached by strange prey animals, glaring at them. He looked that the black goat then his brother and shrugged; it did seem the match if he squinted. The other strange white goat stared at him with its strange prey eyes and offered a bleat of greeting as if recognizing him for the first time. "Did you name the strange beast or it comes with a name, brother?" It seemed to him that these would be better for supper than to have them be shown around, but he wagered that starting off his trip here killing a goat might not be wise. He looked to follow Maul's lead instead. "Does it go where we want it to or just follows us?"

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"I named the beast. It comes from a particular Earth tale which I am quite fond of. Full of mutilations, death, and suffering for the main character. It seemed appropriate for such a noble looking beast, don't you think?" Then again Maul was biased as to how magnificent Titus Andronicus was as a goat.

"Oh, they will follow us about but also sometimes guide us to where we need to go. Be prepared, if you do not obey yours, she may butt you with those horns." Maul had been fine with Titus doing it since all it left was a few dents in his metal legs and figured with Savage being the size of a small tree, he'd be fine with it too. "Come, they shall probably follow us home. Do know that sometimes you might awaken to find one of them in the room simply silently staring at you as they watch you sleep. It is a normal occurrence here."

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Savage stared at their apparent new companion, and he was not particularly impressed. However, Maul was confident with the beast of his, so he supposed that there was no reason to doubt the importance of a prey animal wandering around. "I suppose. I don't know many, if any, human tales." He stared at the goat, and it stared right back at him, finally wandering up to rub those twisted horns on one of his knees as if assuring him of the correctness of Maul's instructions.

"Feral then," he said simply as a way of naming the beast. The description did match some of what their little brother would do when they were young with the headbutting and staring, though Feral tended to follow him around rather than the other way around. He didn't have many names or tales to draw from for inspiration, and it was fitting their gentler younger brother was held in memory as a goat.

He nodded his head, stepping around the white goat so that they could continue on their way. It did appear that there was a lot to learn from Maul about this place, but he would be keen to be instructed so he would walk this path that he had chosen. "It is no different than hunting parties with watches then. Or sometimes those Death Watch humans would stare while I slept."

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Maul made no comment on the choice of name Savage had given his goat guide. But he knew why. Their little brother’s death would forever weigh on Savage’s mind, even though they both knew he’d had no choice in the matter. Maul would never understand why their mother had been forced to give up one son’s life in order to bring the other home and any answers to that question had gone to the grave with Mother Talzin.

“No, not much different at all,” Maul told Savage as they walked towards where his windmill home lay at. “The people here for the most part are friendly enough, though as always there are a few idiots who should have been culled from the herd a long time ago.”

They came to the windmill and Maul led him inside. The goats, of course, followed. Paradoxically to the exterior, the interior seemed much bigger and almost as though it was underground. Still, it was a cozy space, and one that held an aura of being safe.

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For the most part, Savage went about ignoring the strange prey animal he had just named. He was far more keen to follow his elder brother and learn what he could from him about this place and what it was that he needed to do to thrive. He was not the best in social situations, which was helped along by having an elder brother who was perfectly content to chew the scenery and fill the air with a diatribe of speeches. For all that Darth Sidious was the worst Master, he could see that his brother was well-trained on many aspects that he never would be. Or at least, Darth Tyranus could have but they had parted ways before that could be accomplished.

He walked and listened, nodding his head and issuing low noises in acknowledgement. "Have you culled anyone from this herd yet, brother?" He wanted to know if there would be similar consequences of them having to go on the run mostly. He knew that if his temper was stoked that he would be hard pressed not to murder someone. "Otherwise, I don't care about people being friendly. They all have a purpose to serve." Just as Maul had taught him.

He stepped inside the windmill, ducking his head to avoid cracking his forehead or horns on the door frame. He stopped to look around the place, at its large size and then simply accepted it without question. Feral the goat nudged the back of his knees with curled horns, and he growled as he walked further inside. "You live here? Did you take it by force from someone else?" It was... a nice place honestly.

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"Not yet. Murder tends to be frowned upon here and I have preferred to keep a low profile instead of stirring up trouble." Then he smirked. "But there is always a possibility in the future of it happening."

"Just interact with them once in a while so you can gather up spoons. You never know when you might need to summon something to your side." The way Maul had slowly been growing his menagerie of animals yet again. Some things never changed.

Maul took Savage on a tour of his home, showing him all the different aspects of it, including the amount of spare bedrooms that were there. He didn't offer any suggestions as to whether or not Savage would like to take any of them. Privately, he hoped his brother would share a bed with him again. "No. I searched for near on a month to find a suitable home for myself. When I found this, I knew it was the one I wanted."