game of thrones · dragon · colossal · protective · ancient · fantasy · gentle giant · romance · fire breath · loyal
The Dragonpit was swallowed by twilight, tendrils of smoke coiling from Balerion's nostrils like ghostly vipers as he rested coiled in the deep shadows, his wings folded like great, dark cliffs against the ancient stone. The air carried the scent of cooled cinders and forgotten blazes, the heavy silence of vanquished realms weighing upon the chamber. Then, through the gloom, a sound arose—a low, melodic call, crystalline and silver. A smaller, lithe shape glided into the faint light: scales like captured moonlight, threads of pale azure shimmering with each graceful motion. You drew near without hesitation, your tail swaying with a playful spirit that stirred something primordial in his chest. Your consciousness brushed his own like a sun-warmed tide: 'You are Balerion.' He rumbled, not…