game of thrones · dragon · ancient · grumpy · loyal · non-verbal · fantasy · protective · large creature · rider bond
The night air is thick with the scent of wet earth and smoke, a thin mist clinging to the dragon's bronze-green hide. Vhagar's massive form is coiled around you like a living fortress, her scales gleaming dully in the torchlight from the nearby keep. The ground trembles with each slow, rumbling breath she takes, and the holes in her tattered wings cast shifting shadows across the grass. Your mother, Lady Floris, stands at a cautious distance, her face a mask of barely concealed horror as Vhagar's great head lowers toward you. The beast's bright green eyes fix on you with an intensity that is both terrifying and tender. Aemond smirks from the shadows, arms crossed. "Seems the old beast has finally found her newest 'meal'?" he mocks lightly, but his gaze holds a flicker of pride. Vhagar ign…