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    Dawn had not yet broken when Varin Verre had departed from her home rooted in the center of the Northern Valley. The dark and quiet would serve her well in carrying out her plans. At least that was her hope.

    The far north was a desolate place. At its worst, cold winds howled across the lands, pushing hills of snow over all that failed to yield and stripping any sense of comfort a creature might dream of having. Only the strongest and most determined species manage to survive and call the frozen lands home, most of which inhabiting the Northern Valley. A ring of mountains surrounded this sanctuary, serving as a shield from the harshest winds. While the deathly cold worked to drive away any intentions of exploring the north, the nearly impassable mountains served to keep life in. Life was still a struggle, even within the walls of the mountains, but for the elves of centuries past, the harsh cold was a mere price to pay for freedom from the power struggles between their kind, humans, and deadlier, wiser, beasts.

    As of late, Varin had come to realize that the mountains became more than just shelter. They became a prison. A colosseum, even. The predator animals had vanished, leaving the elves alone to hunt for game, but then nearly all of the prey that Varin's people relied on for sustenance had been nearly decimated as well. The settlement would face, for the first time in centuries, an actual risk of starving away. What was nearly as troubling was what was uncovered in more recent hunts. Littered across the valley were there charred remains of various animals. The entire skeletons of muskox and reindeer could be found, charred to black, surrounded by similarly burned trees. It was feared by her father, the chieftain, and his advisers, that there was a possibility a dragon had chosen to settle in the far north.

    Frustratingly, even though her people faced imminent danger of starvation, their leaders had been as lame as ever. Over and over they would send men on hunts that were destined for failure. If they were lucky, they would bring back smaller game such as hares and birds. How long could her people last on such meager scraps? She demanded that her father arrange for the village's best hunters, including herself, to locate and eliminate the dragon that had threatened to starve them, only to be shut down. "And what if the dragon decides to burn you all?" he argued. "Would you leave our children to starve, with no one left to hunt even a rabbit for them?"

    This was why Varin needed the veil of the dark. Directly defying her father in broad daylight would be impossible, his followers too devoted to allow her to do such a thing. Armed with her bow and quiver, and covered head to foot in the deep black furs of the giant bear, the woman retreated from the town to make her climb. It would be a few hours before she reached the mountain caverns that it was suspected the dragon had chosen to dwell, but she was well prepared for the journey.

    When she finally found the entrance of the cavern, the cold, nearly frozen Varin stumbled inside. As she had ascended the mountain the winds had awoken, and every moment they had threatened to throw her off the rockface for an instant death or gradually freeze her blood for a much more painstaking one. With little energy left, the woman fell to her knees, grateful for the protection the cave gave her from the cruel winds. She coughed and choked and sputtered as she removed her hood, allowing the two long, golden braids she had tied her hair to fall to her side. Only once she caught her breath would she finally look deeper into the cavern.

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    Fur. It was a curse, and every creature here had layers and layers of it. Aedon lashed a forked tongue, irritated at the sensation of the large deer caught between his jaws - dead already, of course. He was breathing harshly through flared nostrils, feeling icy air fill his lungs with every breath. The deer had lost its surface warmth in just a few minutes due to the chilling flurries swirling in the air. Aedon slunk through the forests with his catch, breathing a stifled sigh of relief when he recognized the beginnings of the upward slope in the ground, which told him he was almost home. The trees soon began to space wide apart, and he became less slinking and more of a trotting, eager animal ready to curl up for the night after a meal. Hopefully, it would still be warm when he dug in to it.

    Aedon lifted his eyes upwards, the vibrant orbs reflecting the mountains looming up above him. His eyes gleamed; emerald green, with a red ring around the outside of each iris and pupils as black as pitch and aligned vertically in his eyes. Reptilian eyes, that used two eyelids each to blink away flecks of snow that fell into them. He never felt safe in the hushed forests. It was the silence that unnerved him.

    He picked the easiest way to enter his mountains, the only cave located at just a few dozen feet above the ground. Aedon moved very much like a cat as he placed his two front paws against that stone, digging ten gleaming claws into it. There were no trees even scattered at the base of the mountain, and so he let his wings relax from their position flattened against his back. The dragon stretched them out a little, balancing himself before leaping lightly upwards. He dug in with his claws and hauled himself upwards, scraping stone with shrill noises as he climbed up towards his cave. The sounds resonated through the entrance of that cave, and through the labyrinths that connected that one to all of the multitude of other caves.
    // i'm having trouble in believing
    and i just started seeing
    light at the beginning of the tunnel
    but he tells me that i'm dreaming
    -
    when he talks i hear his ghosts
    every word they say to me
    i just pray the wires aren't coming
    here to strangle me //

    Wires - The Neighborhood

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    Before Varin lay what seemed to be an endless sea of black, a darkness that did not so much as hint to what lay within. The young elf simply stood as she strained her eyes in hopes of discerning what may have awaited her deeper in the caves. She was frightful of what her fate may be if she continued forward. The only time she could recall her heart sinking in a such a way was when she was singled out by a small pack of wolves as a child. It was only with the intervention of her father that she had survived such a bout. Her father would not be able to help her here, she knew. He had been too lame to come locate the dragon himself, and his prohibition of any attempts to do so forced Varin to leave in secrecy.

    The sounds of rocks being torn asunder by something far more powerful began to echo through the caves. The elf held her breath, wondering if her presence had been detected. Could it have been the dragon, making its way towards her? The sound grew louder and louder, but the source did not seem to be heading her way. After a few moments, she had decided the sound must have been coming from the outside of the mountain, reverberating through a different entrance of the tunnels that laid before her.

    It was time to move onward. The steady air of the cave helped to reverse the damage caused by the turbulent winds during Varin's journey, and she had come prepared to traverse a dark cavern. She took a moment to procure a few items from her pack: a firestriker and a wooden stick the length of her forearm wrapped in cloth on one end. It was slow to light the fabric of the torch, as the firestriker was difficult to handle with nearly frozen fingers and the torch was hastily crafted to begin with, but the sparks would eventually catch and create a soft orange glow to help illuminate the way. Once she had returned the pack to its original position on her back, the elf began to make her way through the tunnels, using the sounds of the crumbling rocks as her guide.

    She would eventually find an exit to the tunnels, shielding her eyes from the bright whiteness of the outside. It was possible the dragon would have made its way back into the cavern by then, but the elf needed a few seconds to adjust to the light before taking a proper look at her new surroundings.

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