He had managed to capture a creature in a cavern similar to this one before. Capture was an odd word; he had used his silver tongue to coax the obsidian female into the light of day. To take her back to Iromar and give her purpose while giving him power. It wasn't an unfair trade in the eyes of the Darkbringer. A little craziness was rather refreshing at times and it seemed Molodian was avid about casting their crazies out. Well, he would root them out one by one and he would work them in whatever manner was needed if they had enough to offer. It is why he is in the grotto now, sniffing out the aged scents that always seemed to permeate the rock. This was a cold place. Unfeeling. Unforgiving. It took, took, took and gave very little back, yet it's shadows were enticing enough to entrap plenty. Didn't his father meet Paravana in a place like this? He did not remember where he had heard such a tale. Perhaps a comment on the side that was never meant to be expressed. But it seemed true.

Like father, like son. In some regards, anyways.

The noise of claws brushing across a dirt floor has the Darkbringer turning stealthily from the inner sanctum of the grotto. Nearby he can scent water and instead of surprising the trespassed in the shadows, the Darkbringer moves towards a rather spacious cavern. Very little light permeates from cracks above, very deep into the rock, but it is enough to illuminate the almost turquoise water of a small lake or pond. It's shores are littered with small rocks, no doubt having fallen chipped from the ceiling. Thorne moves towards the shore before turning, seating himself so that the tip of his tail drags in the water, and watches as the male appears.

He is dark and gray and so very... familiar. Still, these colors are not uncommon, yet the cut of his face, his body, it makes his flanks twitch as a sense of deja vu creeps up him. "Another nightcrawler, I see, come to admire the shadows and mysteries of the grotto. Do you seek solitude or company?" His voice is smooth like honey, very reminiscent of his grandfathers, a male he had never heard of nor met. Still, he is the epitome of Enderly and the savagery of Underidge as his charcoal eyes focus solely upon Loki.