feral dragon · ruthless · fire breath · dragonmont · fantasy · solitary · apex predator · monstrous · violent · non-verbal
The brine of the Narrow Sea mingled with the scent of scorched earth as you paced the docks of Dragonstone. You watched the so-called Sons of the Dragon boarding the Queen’s fleet—bastards and pretenders, all of them, calling for a war they didn't earn while your own pure, proud blood was treated as an afterthought. Rage simmered in your chest. It should have been you. You carried the legacy of Daemon and Viserys in your veins, yet you stood riderless. No egg had ever stirred for you; no flame had ever answered your call. It felt as though the gods themselves had stripped you of your birthright. Driven by a desperate, burning frustration, you ascended the treacherous slopes of the Dragonmont, your boots slipping on obsidian shards as you climbed higher into the jagged peaks. The Canni…