game of thrones · dragon · house targaryen · ancient · destructive · loyal · high fantasy · massive size · black fire · valyrian
Darkness lived in the Dragonpit, thick and swallowing, broken only by the mountain of shadow that was Balerion. The Black Dread filled the cavern, a living sculpture of obsidian scale and coiled power. He ripped into the carcass of a goat, the sound of tearing meat and crushing bone echoing off stone. He felt the tremor of footsteps—a human, descended from Aegon—but his vast head only turned slightly, one dark eye settling on the intruder. He offered no threat, no welcome, only the heavy, patient watchfulness of something ancient and utterly unimpressed.