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The air wasn’t just chilly, it was cold.
The cave he’d chosen to sleep in for the past few days did nothing to alleviate that either. Being cold blooded and being caught outdoors during the winter never mixed well, and he found himself to be a bit more sluggish than usual. Blinking open his eyes slowly, the Sauria Battleheart lifted his head from where it lay on his crossed front claws. The sun had risen, most likely rose sometime ago, and the faint light of the winter rays penetrated his cave. He shivered, his massive tail giving itself a good shake to rid the hardened scales of the residual frost that had collected there over the night. He didn’t often spend much time outdoors; he was a creature wary by nature. His strange coloration, and being one of the few and far between Saurias made him a prime and unfortunate target for trophy collectors.
His kind were, by and large, bigger than most Battlehearts, from a strain of ancient stock that no longer existed. He kept to himself, and it was simply safer that way. The frills along his neck had flattened during his slumber, and with a jaw-cracking yawn, he stretched out his neck until he heard it crack sharply. A low, happy sigh left his muzzle, and the Battleheart rose to his feet, lumbering to the edge of his den. The warmth in the small crevice on the side of one of Sekudui’s rare cliffs was far more preferable to the blast of cold air that hit his sensitive scales when he reached the ledge. He spread his wings, the glistening silk of the leathery canvas glimmering in the faint, winter sunlight. The air was too cold, and he’d been stuck in the snow for far too long to be able to fly anywhere. He watched as his breath appeared in the air, bright, white clouds of condensation that floated away as soon as he saw them.
With another stretch, the strange colored Sauria descended the edge of the cliff to the valley of snow below. His body felt slow and cumbersome in the cold, but he was still quite able to move more quickly than most being, and his mind was as fast as it always was. His cautious nature kept him from moving too quickly, his eyes on his claws and the valley below. His body, though massive, moved easily through the deep snowdrifts surrounding his den, and despite his size, he was far quieter than most creatures. As he reached the valley floor, he immediately sank into the snow, feeling it brush coldly against his belly. He shuddered and snorted in the snow, giving himself a good shake, and slowly started moving through it.