D O W N, into the depths of the grotto, where no light could possibly reach. Into the twisting tunnels and winding passages of susil crags, further into the caves than any other being has gone before. Here, the world does not pound against an eardrum exposed, nothing to drive the spike of insanity into the head where an ear used to be. The darkness holds something terrifying, as if it were but a newborn in a crib and the shadows were mother to it. Jade lined yellow eyes search in this inky black, crown tilting as it listens to the whispers of the caves. Stomach growls in protest of its stasis, but still as a statue it remains, sensitive eardrum tilted toward the ceiling.

Water drops into a puddle on the rock floor of the den, shattering the hard won concentration it amassed. There is a whisper of movement from the world above, something the cave speaks about in hushed voices. Activity is reported everywhere, you simply must know where to listen. A rumble echoes deeply in the depths of the grotto, coming up to reach the world above through holes and cracks and passage ways. There are breezes in the caves this far down, not many know it due to the stifling nature of the heat, but there is always moving air. The beast in wait lifts his nose, nares flaring as a delicacy floats upon the wind.

It rouses to action, making its way through the tunnels. Before, it has scented this one before, and now it goes to discover her. For now, it hides in the background of Jumanji's mind, waiting.

Muscles coil and ripple with primordial strength as he makes his way toward the woman. Losing the scent around one of the many coves, Jumanji looks around to begin with. "I know you're here." Those deep gravel tones rumbled in the air around her, filling the space with the sheer power of his voice. It is a voice Tobias himself would have had, if Angel kind had not torn the Demon's vocal cords asunder. "I smell you, come out from hiding." A command, spoken simply, made to rile the creature in question to action whether she could help it or not. If she was one to be commanded, she would come. If not, she would come to chew his remaining ear off. He simply did not care, only that he meet her.