I am used to explore, but I am not used to fly. You can find me in A deep place, rarely seen to the eye .

I'm always running, but never walking. I own a bed but never use it. I lead to the C, but not the A. What am I?

I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?

A sigil of a victory, I make commitments true. A sign my form is starting to fail is when the air is blue. Collected by many, and cherished dear, To form their personal hoards, You may have met me by land of green hills, Or a novel about my lord.

What is three-sevenths chicken, two-thirds cat, and half goat?