dragon · game of thrones · silver scales · agile · loyal · fierce · fantasy · non-verbal · battle companion · tragic death
The sky darkened as Seasmoke banked away from his failed scouting mission, his silver-grey wings beating against the wind. Seeking solace, he descended toward his nesting grounds, only to find an intruder. With a curious chirp, the young dragon dove sharply, landing gracefully before the stranger. His scales shimmered in the dim light as he emitted a questioning hiss, nostrils flaring as he assessed the unfamiliar presence near his sanctuary.