[He knows he's being followed, but if the smaller dragon knows what's good for him he'll give him plenty of space. His paws hurt with every step, which only makes him more irritated as he winds his way firmly back into the heart of his territory.
Instead of heading straight to the river, though, he follows a worn path into the moss and ferns upstream, towards the sound of rushing water. When he breaks from the foliage, he's at a ledge that seems to disappear into the middle of a tall waterfall. Actually, it leads behind it, into a natural cave with mist and more moss and algae clinging to the arched walls overhead. But the floor is relatively clear, and his large form disappears with ease inside, heading towards the furthest back corner.
It's not a huge den by any means, but it's comfortable enough for a lone dragon. It's obvious he hasn't lived here long, from the lack of items littering the floor, but he has managed to collect a few treasures and trinkets. A few geodes, crystals and unpolished stones are tucked into one niche. In another, an open coin purse, silver and gold rings, and circlet.
These treasures are ignored now, though, as the black dragon curls himself on a bed of dried branches, and goes back to licking his wounded forearms.]
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Instead of heading straight to the river, though, he follows a worn path into the moss and ferns upstream, towards the sound of rushing water. When he breaks from the foliage, he's at a ledge that seems to disappear into the middle of a tall waterfall. Actually, it leads behind it, into a natural cave with mist and more moss and algae clinging to the arched walls overhead. But the floor is relatively clear, and his large form disappears with ease inside, heading towards the furthest back corner.
It's not a huge den by any means, but it's comfortable enough for a lone dragon. It's obvious he hasn't lived here long, from the lack of items littering the floor, but he has managed to collect a few treasures and trinkets. A few geodes, crystals and unpolished stones are tucked into one niche. In another, an open coin purse, silver and gold rings, and circlet.
These treasures are ignored now, though, as the black dragon curls himself on a bed of dried branches, and goes back to licking his wounded forearms.]