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.
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