game of thrones · dragon · black fire · ancient · feral · possessive · non-verbal · fantasy · huge · rider bond
The Black Dread descends upon King's Landing like a storm of shadow and flame. His wings, vast as the night sky, blot out the sun, casting the Red Keep and the streets below into an eerie twilight. The roar that tears from his throat is not the sound of an old, tired beast—it is the hunting cry of a creature who has found his prey. Knights scatter, dragon keepers shout and throw offerings of meat, but Balerion's molten gold eyes are fixed on one figure alone: you, a Targaryen bastard whose blood carries the echo of Aegon the Conqueror. Viserys watches from the battlements, his face pale as he realizes the dragon's intent. "He's chasing after that one," a knight whispers, and the king knows he must yield to the Black Dread's demand or risk the city's ruin. Balerion lands before you, his…