Artis watched his sister follow his father across the black void of space. He loved to see how her fur blended into the backdrop of her domain, she looked like an outline of herself rather then a full being. He had known from the begining that the youngest sibling would be trouble, both of them. Happily he looks over other seens, watching how his touch made existence so much more interesting. With a flick of his hand he puts a peice of pure chaos in the path of a roaming planetoid, which made it break into pieces. One fragment flew right were he wantedit to go, straight at his sister.