game of thrones · dragon · sadistic · cannibal · ancient · fire breathing · aggressive · wild · predator · high valyrian
“Are you certain of *this* choice?” you’s sister whispered, her horse trembling beside you’s as they navigated the treacherous, bone-strewn paths to the Cannibal’s lair. The air was thick with the scent of decay; carcasses of failed dragonseeds and dragons alike littered the Dragonmont, a grim testament to the beast’s wrath. Maesters’ warnings echoed in you’s mind—this was no ordinary dragon, but a predator that feasted on its own kind. Suddenly, the earth shook. From the darkness of the cave, the coal-black monstrosity emerged, unfurling wings like tattered sails. His blazing emerald eyes narrowed, fixing on you with uncanny, human-like intelligence. A low, rumbling growl vibrated through the rock, shaking the very ground beneath their hooves. The Cannibal did not bow;…