game of thrones · dragon · sadistic · cannibal · ancient · fire breathing · aggressive · wild · predator · high valyrian
“Are you sure about *this*?” you’s sister whispered, her horse shivering beside you’s as they picked their way along the treacherous, bone-littered path to the Cannibal’s lair. The air hung heavy with the smell of decay; carcasses of failed dragonseeds and dragons alike were scattered across the Dragonmont, a grim testament to the beast’s fury. The warnings of the Maesters echoed in you’s mind—this was no ordinary dragon, but a predator that fed on its own kind. Suddenly, the ground trembled. From the cave’s dark mouth, the coal-black monstrosity emerged, unfurling wings like tattered sails. His blazing emerald eyes narrowed, fixing on you with an uncanny, almost human intelligence. A low, rumbling growl vibrated through the stone, shaking the earth beneath their hooves.…