Sleeping Dragon “I’m the B̸̧̧͓̙͖̜̥̪̝͇͕̬͒͋̋̃́̋̈́͛͠Ad̷̡̨̢̧̟̯̠̜̬͇͇̼͍̓͐̓̌͗̍̽̒̄͐̆̈́̚͠͠ GuY...Duh.”

The hot caverns were a death trap if you were caught here long enough, he'd figured. The sulphuric stench was thick and poisonous, the air here wasn't great. It was liveable, but he wouldn't let the new offspring be born here. Perhaps they could prove their worth at the turning of juvenile to adulthood.
The price of failing would be death, but it would be the volcano that would take their lives.
To kill another Sahira without real reason was deathworthy itself.

He moved slow, mapping the networks. He wasn't intent on completing it all at once and he was wanting to get out now. He was making his way towards the exit where he could feel the breath of the mountain chill on his nose when he heard the scrabbling behind him.
The raven turned his depthless eyes to face the ever yearning blackness.
Then, that fucking voice hit his ears.
Muthafucka.

"Preist? It better fuckin' be you."
He grinned, almost certain it was Dibella's bastard. He waited, half crouched in the wide exit, looking for the first glint of eyes.