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Heaven and Hell - Kynareth Deagon - July 19, 2020

Setting: Night — 0100. 76 degrees outside of the cave, 64 degrees inside of the cave.
Set in a miscellaneous area of Sunbeam Lair.


The exploration of caves is something Donovan finds strangely captivating. Most are spooky — dark caverns that smell of mold and have dangerous drops with little to no reward. Some though, some have held some of the most peculiar and fascinating sights that he’s ever been able to lay his eyes on.

This cave for example could be called one of the later. At first it doesn’t seem like much, yet as he continues down the deathly twists and turns, threading to cause Donovan to lose his way, he stumbles upon a place he’s never witnessed in his entire life. A place so otherworldly and extravagant. The cave floor is damp, some places the water reaches his elbows while the ceiling is low. Most would be afraid and claustrophobic — Donovan doesn’t seem to mind. This section the stark darkness the roof is taller, the cavern opens up and the water level lowers, he’s entered an otherworldly room of deep, royal blue light. They shine brightly, the lights collecting on the ceiling of the long tunnel/room. He doesn’t know what they are or how they’re able to emit such a soft blue light but he doesn’t quite care.

He’s rightfully caught up in what it is he’s looking at. Golden hues widen as his massive form shuffled forward, rightfully distracted by the lights. He doubts anyone would be able to find this place intentionally. In the back of his mind he vaguely wonders how he’ll get out. Somehow it doesn’t seem that important in the moment. He continues down the beautiful manifestation of heaven or perhaps purgatory on earth — supposedly alone.


RE: Heaven and Hell - Finley Grebe - July 20, 2020

it’s been a while :eyes:

Two days since the pack not-quite-meeting; the second time the scent of one of the Saints’ leaders lured Finley outside the Canyon; four days too many since an odd shadow of restlessness had plagued her, and she was frankly sick of it. Adding to her annoyance the swarm kept her awake late into the night—but on the bright side, it meant Finley could enjoy the cooler breeze that swept through the mountains at this time. No wonder most wolves were nocturnal.

Donovan’s trail was recent, and Finley followed it in a dreamlike trance, only scarcely paying attention to the route. It twisted and wove through the caverns—cool, deep, almost reminiscent of the Ravensblood sequoias in their all-encompassing darkness—and she half-wondered if he’d gotten lost. He seemed to be alone. What was this about?

A claustrophobic cave doused Finley’s limbs in a murk that had her half-walking half-swimming—but on she continued, drawn to a faint bluish light ahead like a shrimp to an anglerfish. As the channel gave way to the magnificent room, she spotted Donovan ahead, his hulking form almost glowing from the ceiling’s… whatever they were. Finley had never been one to marvel, but once she shook herself off (a wordless announcement of her arrival, lest she startle him), even she had to stop and examine the… the… eh, someone more poetic would have to give them a name.

Enough of that. Bowing her head in a submissive greeting, Finley asked, “What brings you here?” At this time of night, in this part of the mountains, entirely away from Redsand?



RE: Heaven and Hell - Kynareth Deagon - July 21, 2020

He does it a lot — space out. He likes to sometimes. It allows absolutely nothing to process through his forever working brain. He likes the quietness of it all. Desires of the flesh — gone. The malicious thoughts — gone. Prickling sadness — gone. Left with only the primal ability to recognize shapes and colors as he gazes upon these odd things decorating the ceiling of the cave. He stands there for a long time. If one would stumble upon him and had watched how long he’d been there they might think he’s possessed. A rather terrifying yet awe inspiring sight.

All at once his mind is remind of the ongoing world. Breaking from his mindless trance by a noise he flinches and twists his body around so fast one would think he’s the fucking flash. At the site of the one and only Finley he sighs, a tired smile gracing his lips.

“Darling.” He breathes. “You startled me.” He ends in a light laugh.

Then he tilts his head, eyes going back to their usual mischievousness and his smile becoming more predatory. He seems normal enough again as he watches her. “I followed a trail from the northwestern part of our territory and it lead me here.” He hums almost quietly and gestures to the cave around them. “Beautiful, no?”


RE: Heaven and Hell - Finley Grebe - July 21, 2020

Welp, startled him anyway. When Donovan swung around Finley tensed, unsure how he’d react—but he smiled, and with his greeting of “Darling” and a light laugh, the Grandmaster was back to normal. Still, as a safeguard: “Apologies.”

Keenly aware of Donovan’s gaze following her, Finley dared step closer, at a typical conversation’s range. She avoided direct eye contact as not to appear challenging, but kept her focus squarely on Donovan as he kept talking. There was that hum again; he and Derg seemed to have a thing for it. At Donovan’s admission he’d essentially been stargazing, Finley’s ears pricked with interest. His eye for the grandiose was quite apparent in his choice of territories; this glowing cave, less so, at least not in a way Finley could understand.

“It’s nice,” she said. It was the best comment she could manage, in all her non-sentimental glory; genuine as it came, if flatly-delivered like many of Finley’s words. “Were you thinking of claiming it?” Maybe Donovan saw something in his idle wanderings that she didn’t.



RE: Heaven and Hell - Kynareth Deagon - July 21, 2020

He’s waves her apology off with a wave of his paw. He doesn’t like hearing her apologize unless it’s sincerely worth apologizing for. He can tell this female rides a fine line with him. What she believes he’ll take too far and she keeps herself polite around him. Something he wonders why she does. Perhaps previous leadership. She doesn’t want to anger him maybe? He can’t tell. He just wants her to loosen up.

So at her next words he shrugs.
“Maybe. Don’t see the point in claiming it though. This is all I’ve found so far, but maybe there’s more.” He begins walking further into the cave. He nods to her to follow beside him. “What’s got you following me, dear? Thought I was in trouble?” He asks with a devilish smirk and mischievous canary eyes flit in her direction.


RE: Heaven and Hell - Finley Grebe - July 22, 2020

Little acknowledgment of the apology; it was routine as a “hello” anyways.

Instead Donovan continued his walk, deeper into the cave, and of course Finley followed. What had brought her here indeed. Something like the cave itself, she supposed (or might have were she more metaphorically-inclined); tantalizing on the surface, a draw in its own right, but whether it hid deeper riches worth the journey remained to be seen.

But at face value: no, of course she hadn’t thought Donovan in trouble, and if not for the mischief in his eyes she might have wondered if, light above forbid, she’d offended the leader. Once again, still, safeguards were obligatory. “Of course not.” Then, an actual answer, “Curiosity, really. It’s quite a ways from Redsand.”

It was too empty in these caves, barring whatever lit the ceiling and distant scurries of cavern-dwellers, to be a hotspot for recruits. Surely something else had lured Donovan here. Perhaps he too needed a break. Finley considered adding to her words but decided against it, evidenced only by a quick side glance that could have been assumed a look around. Instead continued following him, silent.



RE: Heaven and Hell - Kynareth Deagon - July 24, 2020

The few steps they take Donovan is replying to her. A sly, “Oh yeah?” when she states it was curiosity that urged her to follow him. Besides that, he to slips into silence. 

The quiet environment of the cave filling his auds with the sound of dripping water, the chirps of bats, and other miscellaneous noises that cause his ears to swivel in an attempt to listen better. They walk in a companionable silence — or at least its companionable for him, he can’t speak for the storm cloud wolf beside him. 

Though the further they go in there is a moments where even he has to swim and the ceiling begins closing in on them.  Most would find it terrifying, yet Donovan does not. When the ceiling completely dips into the water he mumbles a “Hold on.” before he’s dipping below the surface. The blue lights continue down under as well, illuminating an underwater hallway of about ten feet in length until the ceiling lifts enough to find air once again. 

He pokes his head above water once more to face Finley. “A short passage way. It’s safe, follow me.” His voice is low, almost a whisper but it’s confident in what he tells her. A silent trust me being displayed to her.

Assuming she will follow, he disappears beneath the surface once again. His muscles arms force his paws to carry him through the water. Swimming down the underwater hallway. Re-emerging on the other side, he fervently blinks the water from his eyes and they widen at what meets them.
A sanctuary of plants, both colorful and bland, and a hole in the ceiling of the cave. The beam of moonlight that filters through makes it an astonishing sight. So he swims to the waters edge only a few more feet away. 

Once he’s on solid land once more, he looks back, awaiting Finley’s arrival. Prepared to dive right back down to see if she’s having trouble making it through just in case.


RE: Heaven and Hell - Finley Grebe - July 24, 2020

If Donovan saw the encounter as a friendly, innocuous exploration into unknown territory, just for the fun of it, Finley read something else into it entirely. He fell silent after his first question, as if doubting her honesty, and it compelled her to bite her tongue as their travels continued. The cavern’s space drew ever closer, pinching them between ceiling and water again until both were swimming. If there had ever been the slightest chance in hell of Finley stopping to smell the stalactites, it was good as gone now; what would be the point of such exertion if not to gauge her loyalty?

This was a test, she concluded. And she would not fail, questions be damned.

As if proving Finley’s read, Donovan commanded her to wait before his dive at what first seemed to be a dead end. Underwater he went, their exit unclear from Finley’s vantage—but supposedly, he found away. He was oddly quiet now, the softest Finley had ever heard his voice—and even so, challenging her to trust him.

She was in no rush to call herself an expert swimmer, but the journey thus far hadn’t been particularly harrowing. And what benefit would Donovan have drowning her here, when she’d done him no wrong but entertain clamped-up doubt? With a deep breath, Finley stepped forward til her head dipped below, and onward she followed.

Sure enough, more blue light took them down a submerged tunnel. This swim seemed longer than the first, and when the ceiling finally gave way Finley rose at the first opportunity. A deep inhale revealed the scent of plants—in a cave? Had they reached open land?

Donovan had surpassed her by a few feet during the swim, his bulky form treading water with ease. Meanwhile, by the time Finley’s paws scraped rock again, she was hoping profusely that their way out wouldn’t involve retracing their steps—er, swim.

Alas they’d reached another cavern, this one illuminated by a cave-in. She regarded the floral sanctuary with little more bravado than she’d afforded the first cave; of greater concern was the drag of her wet fur. After a good full-body shake, Finley regarded Donovan with a dip of her head. Made it.

“These look useful,” she said, a breathy almost-pant betraying her exhaustion. Any moment now she anticipated the return of Donovan’s usual bravado; maybe he could start with their find, and not his superior swimming ability. Finley knew little of herbal remedies beyond the fact of their existence, and she’d have no objection if he cared to brag about his own medical know-how.



RE: Heaven and Hell - Kynareth Deagon - July 25, 2020

Once the she wolf pops out of the water he’s feeling relieved he doesn’t have to go down after her. He gives a casual, yet reassuring smile towards her and continues forth.

His eyes rival the stars peaking through the cave in above them and practically glow in the dim light. He peers at the flowers, plants, mushrooms. So many odd things here. He’s positive at least a handful of these can be used for healing. He makes a mental note to lead Baptiste to the cache of plants later. For now he’s amazed by them.

“They do look useful. We’ll have to bring Baptiste here so he can properly gauge their worth.” He hums lowly to her.

Then curiously he turns to her, obvious wonder in his eyes. “Are you afraid of me, Finley?” He asks genuinely. “Afraid to say the wrong thing around me?”


RE: Heaven and Hell - Finley Grebe - July 25, 2020

semi-rushed mobile post, pardon any typos

On Donovan walked, entranced by the plants as though their mere sight had an addictive hold. Baptiste? The name was unfamiliar but from context alone Finley could tell he was a healer. Not a bad addition to their ranks—

Donovan’s next question took her entirely off-guard. Where in hell had he gotten that idea? They hadn’t spoken proper since Ravensblood; it felt like a lifetime ago but Finley vaguely recalled a related tease, something about him being annoying and her joking in turn. Had she a tad more self-awareness she might have realized her defensive, tight-lipped guard was held around everyone, especially leadership, and this may have given Donovan the… impression.

Whether it was the wrong impression, Finley couldn’t honestly say. She shook her head nonetheless. “If anything, you’ve given me the invitation to do the opposite.” His demeanor gave away nothing but genuine curiosity. “Talking back to one’s leader would be a fool’s errand.” The statement came as flatly as she’d remarked on the plants: obvious, far as Finley was concerned, and nothing remarkable.



RE: Heaven and Hell - Kynareth Deagon - July 27, 2020

He nods to her, understanding held within his gaze. “That’s reasonable. Though I’m not like group of leaders it seems you’re putting me in. I welcome anything from the members of my pack. Opinions, suggestions, even arguments. I can handle them without blowing my top.” He continues walking, head dipped low to gaze at the beautifully budding flowers and the odd mushroom. “Just wondering though.” He adds casually.

Then he’s looking over with a devilish smirk. Only a split second later he’s bounding towards her. Though he doesn’t go in for a hit, he only bounces in her direction and, if she allows it, nudges her shoulder before he’s running off further into the cave. A clear invitation to play.


RE: Heaven and Hell - Finley Grebe - July 29, 2020

The… group of leaders? But it made more sense on explanation: those who would snap at the slightest provocation, who had no tolerance for dissent. Finley wouldn’t have considered such wolves leaders in the first place, on principle. Wolves like that sought only to fuel their egos, wayward pups who teethed on their so-called packmates.

“I’ll rip you apart like I did the last girl stupid enough to disrespect me.”

Finley held her tongue.

Donovan bounded forward, snapping her, quite literally, out of her trance. On instinct Finley dropped to a defensive crouch. But his sopping shoulder hit empty air and off he was, running deeper into the cave with that curled tail high. Like a pup. Like Derg.

The Grandmaster wanted to play, deep in an unknown cave, when—unless a way out could be found ahead—such energy was better reserved for the swim back. On the way to the Gorge, Finley had caved to the clearing of the air. But there was no such need here, far as she was concerned.

If Donovan wanted honesty… well, better offered now when he’d gallivanted away; if he turned on her from this distance, she had an advantage. Though she followed briskly, just enough to show she hadn’t given up, Finley was in no rush. “What’s the point of this?” she called out. “Trying to map the caverns?” An awfully late start if so, considering his labyrinthian path in.



RE: Heaven and Hell - Kynareth Deagon - July 30, 2020

He chuckles at her clueless snap back to reality. The sound bouncing off the cave walls and rumbling through his chest. He gallops down the hallway of stone, looking back to see her finally following him and he can’t help but smile. Then she’s asking him questions — logical ones when really he just wants to rough house with the woman like she were his littermate and they were still pups. Yet, he will answer her anyhow, out of respect and politeness of course.

“There honestly isn’t much of a point. I do it when I have free time. Always have. Though in this case we found a grand supply of herbs for our healers. Sometimes there’s really good finds.” Then just as he’s running, the blue lit floor seems to drop off for a solid three feet and for a moment he doesn’t quite know what to do until he gets up to it. When he does, he jumps for his life. It’s a steep drop to a place surely there would be no coming back from and he eagerly calls out a one word order to the wolf behind him. “Jump!” And he’s vaulting over to the other side, spinning around to make sure she makes it over.


RE: Heaven and Hell - Finley Grebe - July 30, 2020

For better or for worse, Donovan would follow up on his promised lack of retorts; point blank, there was no point. Sure, they’d found herbs, but it was just a bonus. It seemed Donovan would have been happy if he’d found nothing at all.

It explained how he’d known the canyons as a point of settlement despite the distance. And, perhaps, how he’d picked up so many wolves in so little time; if he looked at every new encounter and discovery as an opportunity, regardless of pre-venture planning….

Finley shook her head. The moment she looked back towards the hybrid he was soaring over a gap in the ground, having run even further ahead. “Jump!” Ah, yes. More completely useless exertion.

She took her time catching up, pausing only as the precipice came near. It was a sizable gap indeed; Donovan’s running start, however unintentional, must have given him an advantage. Finley, however, was less sure of her gorge-crossing abilities, even with a head start. Swimming could be useful; abyss-crossing, less so, at least not in the woodlands she normally called something-resembling-home.

Another test, then. One she was less eager to take.

“You don’t know the way out,” she said, a statement more than a question, and looking squarely back at her leader. At least the gap gave Finley free reign to speak, or so it felt. Horrifically tempting, really; Donovan could easily follow up on whatever she said once they returned to Redsand. “The way out” echoed down the cavern, swallowed by the darkness.



RE: Heaven and Hell - Kynareth Deagon - July 31, 2020

He looks to her with a comical come on now kind of face and he’s quirking a circular brow towards her. She stops before the jump and doesn’t seem like she feels the need to continue onward. His smile tilts closer to the playful side and he nears the gap enough to where his claws hang off of the edge.

“Come on darling. You don’t want to adventure with me? Caves are quite interesting.” Then he sighs, smile never faltering. “Though if you have the desire to go back then I suppose I would have no problem following you to the canyon.” He tilts his head and almost gives her hopeful puppy dog eyes. “Of course if you don’t mind.” He hums back almost teasingly.


RE: Heaven and Hell - Finley Grebe - August 01, 2020

Donovan liked to live on the edge, didn’t he? He showed little concern for Finley’s words, instead turning around and goading her with his eternal smile. Adventure? Was that what this aimless exploration was about? For a nomad by birth and loner by exile, the call of the wild had never particularly appealed to Finley. Travel could be a fact of life, but where Helios followed the sun as their guiding light, Donovan followed… what. His ego?

Irritation surged; it must have been the puppy-dog eyes.

With a dismissive flick of an ear, Finley gave a slight nod back towards the direction they’d come in. “Can’t say adventure has the same hold on me.” If he found caves so interesting, why not move into one? The Saints’ dens in Ravensblood certainly had a cavernous quality; idly Finley wondered if they’d already been reoccupied.

After a pause: “I’m sure you’d make it out without me, no?” Again a statement-question, with only the slightest head tilt nudging it towards the latter. Not a direct answer; not the full truth. Donovan could do what he pleased, with or without her.



RE: Heaven and Hell - Kynareth Deagon - August 02, 2020

Donovan chuckles as she mentions not having the same taste for adventure that he does. He’s always been a wild adventurer. When he was younger he was worse, always looking for shit to get into or wolves to fight. Ah, his teenage years. 

Then he steps back a few paces to jump back over the gap fearlessly. Landing heavily on the other side, Donovan purposely brushes against her as he walks by, looking back with an interested expression — almost teasing. “No I don’t think I’d make it without you, dear.” He hums a bit more dramatically then he needs to. “Shall we head back then?” He inquires as he continues his way back to the water tunnel. Going at a languid, sauntering pace.


RE: Heaven and Hell - Finley Grebe - August 03, 2020

short post strikes again, and apologies Finley’s being such a stick in the mud :'D

In all the time Finley had known Donovan—which frankly wasn’t much—she’d seen his demeanor change little. No surprise, then, when he leaped effortlessly back over the ravine, humming and teasing. Back to the tunnel with him it was, then.

With a respectful dip of her head, Finley turned tail and followed Donovan back towards the tunnels. It’d be interesting to see how he handled the winding trails leading in; if in doubt, he had a fresher path to follow now.