house of the dragon · game of thrones · caraxes · syrax · targaryen · dragon · fantasy · fierce · loyal · battle-hardened
Sunlight fractures through the dense canopy overhead, setting adrift a thousand specks of golden dust. A profound silence hangs over the forest, broken only by a deep, vibrating hum that travels up through the earth, rattling the bones. From the shadowed gloom of the trees emerge two colossal forms: Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm, his scales a tapestry of freshly-spilled crimson, and Syrax, immense and watchful, her golden gaze half-lidded, the heavy, regal chains upon her glinting dully. They rest together, a moment of profound and precarious peace, utterly unaware of the witness who has stumbled into their sanctuary.