Isle Of Fangs - Activities & Event Entries: Adventure May 3 (Kovidar)

As Kodivar ventured deeper into the wilderness on his short and slow journey, the sky began to darken, and a light drizzle descended from the clouds above. The raindrops, though gentle at first as they seeped past his thick fur and down to his skin, steadily increased in intensity, dappling the landscape with shimmering droplets. Kodivar, far from home and alone in the vast expanse of the Frozen North, knew he needed to find shelter before the sudden drizzle turned into a full-blown rain storm.

His thick fur, saturated with the cool moisture, provided some insulation against the chill, but Kodivar could feel the dampness seeping into his bones. His keen senses picked up on the distant rumble of thunder, a warning of what might come if he didn't find shelter soon. With determination etched into his grizzled features, Kodivar pressed on, scanning the horizon for any sign of refuge. His hips started to ache in time with each low rumble, and he hoped he found cover soon.

After what felt like an eternity of trudging through the rain-soaked landscape, Kodivar finally spotted a small cave nestled at the base of a towering cliff. It was a humble shelter, but it offered protection from the elements, and that was all Kodivar needed at the moment. With renewed vigor, he quickened his pace, his heart pounding with anticipation as he closed the distance to the cave.

As he stepped into the shelter of the cave, a wave of relief washed over Kodivar. Soft moss covered the ground and the sound of rain against the rocky walls echoed softly in the cavernous space, creating a soothing backdrop to his surroundings. Kodivar shook the water from his fur, sending droplets scattering across the cave floor before settling down to wait out the remainder of the drizzle.

Alone in the quiet sanctuary of the cave, Kodivar took a moment to catch his breath and assess his surroundings. The walls of the cave were damp and slick with moisture, but they provided a solid barrier between Kodivar and the outside world. The air inside the cave was cool and musty, tinged with the scent of earth and stone. He wonders if this cave has been here for longer than he has roamed the Frozen North. 

With the immediate threat of the rain abated, Kodivar allowed himself to relax, his muscles gradually uncoiling from the tension of his journey. He took a seat on the rocky floor of the cave, his back against the cool stone, and closed his eyes, letting the rhythmic patter of the rain lull him into a state of calm.

In the dim light filtering through the entrance of the cave, Kodivar found himself lost in thought. Memories of past adventures and encounters danced through his mind, each one a testament to the resilience and adaptability of the Woldren. Despite the challenges they faced, they always found a way to persevere, drawing strength from their connection to the land and each other. He hopes that his teachings and passing of knowledge continue to create such sturdy and compassionate dragons in the future that those he taught would continue the cycle as they became elders themselves.

As the drizzle outside gradually subsided, Kodivar remained in the cave, content to wait until the rain had passed completely. He knew that the storm would eventually give way to clear skies, and when it did, he would continue on his journey with renewed determination and purpose. His old bones would certainly appreciate the rest since the journey had already started to make his joints ache.

In the solitude of the cave, Kodivar found a sense of peace and solitude, a rare moment of respite in the midst of his adventurous journey. And as he waited out the last remnants of the drizzle, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple shelter that had provided him with refuge from the storm.