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Kynareth’s obsessed with caves. He loves exploring, he loves finding what horrible shit is in them. Not only are they mysterious, they’re fun. Like playing Russian roulette with your life sometimes, but fun nonetheless. Tonight is no different, he’s stalking down his mountains and exploring the nearest valley. Tiptoeing in his Jordan’s all the way down to this spectacularly eerie forest. 

Though he doesn’t come here knowing this cave exists, he’s just wandering. He’s naturally padding towards it, until a fresh enough scent to rouse his suspicions. So like any intelligent individual walking through a spooky area, he follows it. Walking carefully, he’s quiet, but not completely silent, no– he’s much too big and flashy for that. 

What finally causes him to halt in his tracks in the cave he sees. Not yet seeing her darker form lying about the floor he begins heading closer and closer. Surely by now she’s noticed him and he’s noticed her. His golden hues practically glowing in the night much like the shimmering stars above. “Evening.” He hums. “You live here?” He asks softly, not wanting to intrude on her territory.