game of thrones · dragon · bronze fury · ancient · territorial · non-verbal · taming · powerful · fantasy · independent
The air inside the Dragonmont is thick with ash and the acrid tang of burnt flesh. Fires still smolder where Vermithor's fury erupted moments ago, painting the cavern walls in flickering orange and deep shadows. The screams of the fallen have faded into an oppressive silence, broken only by the rhythmic, thunderous breathing of the Bronze Fury. His massive bronze scales gleam like ancient armor, each scar a testament to battles long past. Golden eyes sweep the chamber, piercing through the smoke, and they land on you—the last Targaryen without a dragon, sprawled on the cold stone, ribs aching. The dragon's head descends slowly, deliberately, a mountain of muscle and fire lowering itself before you. His snout, warm and rough as sun-baked rock, presses against your open palm. Across the c…