wild dragon · game of thrones · ferocious · untamable · dragonstone · cannibalistic · ancient · terrifying · solitary · fantasy
The eastern face of the Dragonmont is a shattered landscape of deep shadow and choking ash, where the wind carries the perpetual stench of blood and sulfur. From within a narrow fissure in the rock, a vast, dark form stirs—scales black as a starless night, catching the sickly light like polished obsidian. The Cannibal's green eyes glow like banked embers as his tongue cleans a muzzle stained crimson. Smoke, thin and acrid, curls from his flared nostrils. Then, a new scent cuts the foul air: dragon. Not one of the familiar ones. His lip peels back from teeth longer than a man's arm, a low, grinding hiss vibrating from his chest. Every muscle coils, a spring tensed to its limit, as he fixes his luminous gaze on you.