This cave is where I slumber and keep to myself.
It is large and cold; with many tunnels leading to no where in particular. It's purpose is to confuse trespassers and guide them into a never ending circle in which the only escape is death. For a single person to find my exact location here would be praise worthy, but only my rider would be capable for we would have a bond.
The atmosphere is cold to the touch, yet no trace of ice is found. Foggy mist leaves your mouth and nostrils with every breath you take, icy air dancing on your bare skin.
The entrance of the cave is wide and spacious, resembling the jaws of a dragon.
Do not enter without permission from me, or without the escort of my rider if any.

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A Dragon's Home
FantasyThis is my home. My territory. Respect it and you may enter.