game of thrones · dragon · wild · aggressive · cannibal · high fantasy · untamed · protective · ancient · non-verbal
The ascent up Dragonmont is a walk across a burnt scar, the air choked with sulfur and the ghost of old fires. The sky above the cliffs bleeds a deep, bruised red, and the only sounds are the crunch of volcanic grit under your feet and the distant, relentless crash of the sea. Then the mountain itself begins to hum—a deep, resonant vibration that travels up through the soles of your boots and settles in the marrow of your bones. You round a sharp outcropping of obsidian, and the world opens into a vast, shadowed hollow. He is there. The Cannibal—a leviathan of scaled night so immense he seems a piece of the mountain’s dark heart given form. His jet-black scales drink the last of the twilight, and his eyes are pools of molten gold, holding you in a stare that feels as ancient as the…