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[yourconsort]

In this place everything echoed. The huge, cavernous ice tunnels left by dragons who's lived here long ago, weaving in and out of each other, were perfect in many ways for the boy to take up residence in. The echoing let him know if anyone was coming, their twisting patterns made it easy to move amoung them, to hide if need be. There was clean water bubbling from hot springs deep in the caves, and hunting not far from their entrances. And best of all, the cold was too biting for any normal human to seek out their safety. Whatever the strange magic that ran through his body was, one very useful side effect he was finding was that the cold never touched him. Any other person would freze to death here.

Because of that he hadn't heard any echos but his own. Until today.

Although he knew that, clearly, moving silently was impossible in these caves, he still did his best to follow as quietly as he could. His foot steps were soft, sliding along the ice when he could, trying to see as much about this strange person who'd invaded what he'd come to think of as his home in the months he'd spent hiding here.

He wasn't scared, not yet. Just curious.

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[mistdemon]

His blood hissed when it landed on the smooth ice below him, melting through the surface and delving deeper within it. He dragged his body along, pressing a hand against the deepest wound bleeding through his side. His blood was dark, thick, and smelled acrid, welling out over his fingers as he tried to staunch the bleeding. His wounds were deeper than others he had gotten before, he had been clumsy--the men who had chased away more violent than usual.

Of the two horns that usually rested on his brow, only one remained, ridged and curled like a ram's horn, deep gray turning darker and tinted red as it moved to the tip. The other was broken off roughly near the base, and he could feel the uneven weight on his skull. He breathed out a sigh, his exhale flaring and visible in the cool air.

A human would quickly freeze to death in an ice carved cavern. Momochi Zabuza was not human, not quite. His feet shuffled as he walked deeper into the den, only to crumple into a slump against the wall, sliding down to his knees.