Sleeping Dragon Hell in a Cell

for @Eméliee

Goliath rose the second the sun peaked upon the horizon and when the dawn flooded the previous twilight-covered sky. He was already late for his shift, and so he walked from his usual resting place- the geysers- and headed to the borders. If he wanted to become the Cheka- the Heda's personal guard- he would have to show his determination. Goliath had caused plenty of shenanigans in the past couple of months, and so he had to make sure he could be much more serious if he wanted to.

His large, stocky legs carried him all the way to the beggining of his trek around the borders. It started at the mouth of the geyser fields, and followed through the rocky, harsh terrain and ciffs that led up the sleeping dragon to the beggining of the rendevouz point, and all the way back down almost 8 times every day. 

Sometimes he would encounter the occasional hare or shrew, but it was combat that he desired, not hunting. Most of his encounters with trespassers ended rather violently, and all of the encounters ended with Goliath  winning, which was something that he cherished the most.