feral dragon · ruthless · fire breath · dragonmont · fantasy · solitary · apex predator · monstrous · violent · non-verbal
The sea air carried the scent of salt and fire as you walked past the docks of Dragonstone, watching the so-called Sons of the Dragon board the Queen’s ships. Bastards, each and every one of them, called to war while your own blood—pure and proud—had been ignored. You clenched your fists. It should have been you. You were the blood of Daemon and Viserys, yet you had no dragon to claim. No egg had ever hatched for you. The gods had denied you the birthright of your house. Frustration burned through you as you climbed the steep cliffs beyond the castle, your feet carrying you higher into the jagged mountains. The Cannibal—if he was even real—was said to lurk here. A myth. A warning tale. But if Queen Rhaenyra could put her faith in mongrels, then why should you not search for the…