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& 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔡

[dracaryse]

𝕮𝕬𝕽𝕽𝕯 ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏ • ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏𝕸𝕰𝕸𝕰𝕾 ‎‏‏ • ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏𝕻𝕽𝕺𝕸𝕺

#DRACARYSE [...] an independent, mutually exclusive and moderately selective multi-muse featuring various dragons from the universe of HBO/GRRM's GAME OF THRONES/HOTD. claimed by 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴 ( she/her, 21+, canada) [...] novella and multi-para, plot and headcanon heavy. triggering themes and mature content ahead, 21+ ONLY, minors dni. please read rules before interacting!

ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿˢ ᶠˡᵉʷ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃʳ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎. . . 𝔢‏‏‎ ‎𝔳‏‏‎ ‎𝔢‏‏‎ ‎𝔯‏‏‎ ‎𝔶‏‏‎ ‎𝔱‏‏‎ ‎𝔥‏‏‎ ‎𝔦‏‏‎ ‎𝔫‏‏‎ ‎𝔤‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎𝔟‏‏‎ ‎𝔲‏‏‎ ‎𝔯‏‏‎ ‎𝔫‏‏‎ ‎𝔢‏‏‎ ‎𝔡

INDEFINITE HIATUS

[dracaryse]

hello my frens. i am putting a little vent below the cut, detailing my activity and future plans for this blog

like many others, i am feeling very out of place in this rpc/community. i've got a lot of anxiety being here and i'm struggling to feel like i belong anywhere. because of this, my activity on this blog has begun to slow down and will likely continue to be slow for the next while as i try to sort things out. for the sake of my sanity and mental health, i'm going to be softblocking a lot of my mutuals, especially if we've been mutuals for a while and haven't interacted. it's nothing personal AT ALL and it has absolutely nothing to do with the people behind the blogs, but rather everything to do with my own comfort. if you want to follow me again afterwards you're more than welcome to! if i followed you once, it means that i wanted to write with you, so the second time will be no different. this is just a way for me to clean up my space and ensure that the people that are following me actually want to interact with me, and that i'm not just a number on a follower count

i'm going to focus on some other things for a while. other blogs, other fandoms, other characters etc. and hopefully i'll be back in full-swing eventually. until then just expect slow/sporadic activity! if you want to break mutuals with me for the sake of keeping your own dash active, feel free to softblock me! no hard feelings <3

[onyxstorms]

Targaryen Week 2023: ↳Day 2: Favorite Dragons

“The green one shall be Rhaegal, for my valiant brother who died on the green banks of the Trident.”

[dracaryse]

⚜     ∗     𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 for @crownprinceling

─── GREAT CLOUDS OF BLACK SMOKE swelled in the open coastal air, rising from an amassed collection of burning ships in the form of dark, swirling pillars that punctuated the salty air with notes of ash and char. The destruction was the unmistakable result of dragonfire. Nothing else could come close to the sheer devastation that it could leave in its wake, and as far as most knew, nothing could contest its wrath…

          IT WAS VERMAX’S FIRST TIME ON a battlefield, and while untested and inexperienced, the young dragon and the prince upon his back had more than proven their worth as they’d burned down ship after ship. Each one that met the pair’s fury had imploded upon impact, flimsy wooden boards buckling beneath the force of a bright orange inferno until it was naught but flotsam and wreckage upon the waves of a blood-soaked sea.

          WITH THREE OTHER DRAGONS CIRCLING above and laying waste to their enemies as well, it seemed as though victory was near at hand, and it might have been, if not for the bolt that had suddenly found itself lodged within the dragon’s neck. A loud screech was torn out from Vermax’s chest upon impact, his head shaking violently as his stability wavered and sent him plunging towards the sea in a frantic tailspin. Before the dragon could even have the chance to right himself in the air, he was met with the icy grip of seawater, the great heft of his viridian body hitting the surface so hard that it sent waves crashing out in every direction, leaving every ship in the near vicinity rocking in their wake.

          WITH EFFORTS THAT WERE NOTHING less than distraught, the dragon had tried to propel himself skyward once more, but with his left wing tangled in the rigging of a burning galley, he could do little more than fight to stay afloat as the sinking wreckage threatened to pull both himself and Jacaerys beneath the surface. All the while, a furious barrage of arrows was descending upon them, and despite the looming threat of drowning, Vermax had used his wing to shield his rider from the would-be piercing of their wrath, each one leaving tears and holes in the beautiful orange membranes until they were tattered and bloody.

          AND THEN THE SEA TOOK THEM.

[aeghon]

𝕭𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖐, 𝕬𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖘 back pressed firmly against it, eyes squeezed shut for a moment while he fought to regain his composure. Bonding with him, it seemed, would not be an option. His only choice was to run, but to where when Drogon knew these caves well? He was large, able to track scents, able to hear the uneven pattern of his footsteps if he tried to put distance between them. Like an insect that had wandered into the carefully constructed web of a spider, his chances of escaping with his life were slim.

Fingernails dug into his palms while the earth shook below him, booming footsteps coming closer to where he'd taken cover. His chest hammered in his chest, so loud and rapid he could feel it in his ears. It was hard for him to gauge how loud he was being, and so he tried to silence and control his breathing. His efforts would do him no good. He was being hunted, forced to run and hide until he met a dead end or some place where Drogon couldn't reach. A giant shadow loomed over him, the Targaryen's head tilting back to see a row of razor sharp teeth above him. It wouldn't take much to be torn apart by those, though it wasn't nearly as magnificent as being bathed in dragon fire, flesh melting off of bone and charring remains.

The great jaws of the beast opened above him, the glow of flames threatening to erupt from the depths of its chest. With a panicked yelp, Aegon scrambled away from the rock he'd been leaned up against. He stumbled into the nearby wall, fingers gripping at the uneven surface to keep his balance. As it stood now, there was no point in wasting his breath with trying to communicate with Drogon. His mind was made up. He wasn't a friend, nor was he something that could simply be allowed to scurry on by. Blood of the dragon or not, he was seen as prey.

Aegon ran for the tunnel closest to him, his hand still remaining on the wall to aid him and put a little less pressure on his leg. Behind him, rocks and debris tumbled down from above, loose pieces that came undone from the sheer impact Drogon's steps and roars had. He spared only a glance behind him, muttering curses under his breath while he approached a fork in the tunnel. With little time to think, he chose to go right, running and limping only a short distance before coming to an abrupt, skidding stop. Directly in front of him, the ground dropped off. It was too difficult to tell how far down the hole went or if there were any ledges, or if it was sloped enough for him to descend. He whipped around, prepared to run down the left tunnel instead, but stopped himself when he heard Drogon approaching. If he ran now, he would only get wedged between the creature and the wall. Aegon stood his ground, his sword unsheathed.

[dracaryse]

─── THE GROUND UPON WHICH THE BOY had been standing only seconds prior was now being bathed in a tumultuous surge of dragonfire, set forth from between Drogon’s open jaws. The crimson flames had just barely licked at the heels of the Targaryen before he’d managed to make his escape through the tunnels, much to the dragon’s frustration. Alas, the effort would only prolong his suffering, for it was only just after he’d disappeared into the winding corridor of shadows that the beast would begin his pursuit.

          AGAINST THE HEFT OF SO MUCH weight being carelessly tossed through the cavernous chambers, the stone walls groaned in protest, rocks loosed from their age-long nooks in the ceilings clattering to the ground and stirring up clouds of dust. The disturbance had turned the blackness of the lair into an ominous veil of billowing grey, the particles floating by like ghosts through the faint sunlight that filtered in through the cracks above.

          AS DROGON PRESSED ONWARD THROUGH the corridor, he would once again unleash his fury, a red inferno hurrying down the passageway and filling the walls to the brim in every direction as it pushed its way through the forked paths. Only by the smallest fraction had the fire failed to meet its intended target, the bright glow of its crimson hue and the scorch of its fierce heat pooling at the small entryway. The dragon had followed close behind on thundering footsteps, but only so far would the narrow passageway accommodate the breadth of his vast form. Just before the mouth, he was forced to a halt, his head pushing forward just enough to permit his jaws to snap viciously in quick succession and one great blood-red eye to lock upon the human and the glinting weapon that he wielded. The tight space would not permit him to turn his head, however, and so he’d been forced to withhold a second onslaught of flames.

          FOR ONLY A MOMENT DID THE dragon’s efforts persist, until finally, in a huff, the beast dislodged his skull from between the rocky opening to disappear back down the corridor from whence he’d came. A deafening roar would signal his vexation as well as his departure, the reverberation of colossal footsteps disappearing into the distance until all would fall silent once again.

[dracaryse]

[dracaryse]

⚜     ∗     plotted starter for @quccninchains

─── RARE WAS IT THAT THE BEAST would set his wrath upon man, his tastes harboring little in the means of enjoyment when it came to the two-legged’s flesh, and even less so in regard to their company. It was not beyond The Cannibal to subject them to the peril of his flames, however, as the histories would surely tell. Those that had dared make an attempt to claim him had all perished in a brilliant blaze of flickering viridian, as such was the fate of those who were unfortunate enough to disturb him by stumbling unknowingly into his territory. This woman would be no different.

          THE LOW RUMBLE OF A GROWL was the first to announce his presence, the sound so harrowing and deep that it bordered on abyssal. It was the sort of noise that only a real monster could make; the type that made blood curdle and hairs stand on end, and even the proudest of creatures cower in fear.

          THE POUNDING OF BEHEMOTH FOOTSTEPS was the next to send tremors fluctuating through the earth, each pace emitting a shockwave that made the leaves atop trees shake loose from their branches and the water in nearby ponds ripple like wine in a trembling goblet. The Cannibal crested the hill that had previously kept the colossus of his form hidden, his immense shadow blocking out the dim glow of the fading dusk and casting a vast, inescapable shadow over the woman below. With baleful green eyes that shone like liquid emeralds in the paling haze of dying sunlight, he focused on her, a roar erupting from the hollow of his trenchant chest that was so deafening in ferocity, it could put even the angriest of thunderstorms to shame.

          IN THE NEXT MOMENT, THE WARM colors that made up the palette of a gentle sunset were completely overcome by the most brilliant shade of green, the entire area above swathed in a plume of dragonfire so large, it became its own sky. The display of dominance was the only warning that the woman would get before the beast would take aim and bathe the ground in jade.

[bigdaddydaemon-deactivated20250]

THE YOUNG PRINCE had been issued several warnings in regards to THE BLOOD WYRM ──── the mount of his late uncle ; a near FERAL beast , the dragonkeepers had stated , FEROCIOUS and FORMIDABLE in battle. it was unknown if the dragon would take another rider after the fall of prince aemon , and though the risk of losing prince daemon to the blood wyrm's whims was great , he had been intent on claiming caraxes as his own. not only did the blood wyrm's ferocity mirror his own , but his cousin , princess rhaenys , had claimed his mother's dragon for her own , DENYING the prince his opportunity to claim THE RED QUEEN. oh , how daemon had RAGED , prince baelon's and prince viserys' attempts at calming him falling flat.

BUT IT MATTERED LITTLE as daemon entered the pit. the rogue prince , as they had dubbed him , let the heat of the dragon’s fire wash over him. his heart raced as the flame lit the darkness of the pit ──── fear , however , had not grasped the prince ; instead , THRILL and EXCITEMENT festered in his soul. the dragonkeepers , though brave souls in their own right , had taken tentative steps backward as the beast rose. his steps shook the earth , reverberating within the prince’s very bones , and a WILD grin spread across his face as the blood wyrm emerged. a curious creature , unlike any of the dragons in possession of house targaryen , yet daemon felt as if he understood the beast. two beings so different from their kin . . . yes , they would get along fine.

THE DRAGONKEEPERS GAPE AT the prince as he strides forward , not an ounce of fear in his eyes , upon his face. their urgent whispers do not reach him as he faces caraxes , the roaring in his ears far too great. he is vaguely aware of someone grasping for the sleeve of his leathers , a lousy attempt at reigning him in as though he were some wild creature in need of taming. daemon jerks his arm away and continues forward , eyes of lilac locking with the dark eyes of the blood wyrm.

DAEMON’S VOICE BELOWS through the pit, “ dohaerās , caraxes ! ” the prince reaches out a hand , an invitation for the beast to scent him , to judge him as he would. “ rȳbās naejot nyke , caraxes , se dohaerās ! ” [ listen to me , caraxes , and serve ! ]

[dracaryse]

─── THE SPACE BETWEEN THE CAVE ENTRANCE and the platform gradually closed with each pace that Caraxes advanced, the boisterous echo of hulking footsteps flooding the hollow chamber with a reoccurring influx of tremors. In much the same way that a serpent might slither, the great beast would coil his way through the room on the pattern of a twisting current, his markedly-long neck guiding the rest of his equally-slender body until he had crested the top of the dragon mount to tower above the Targaryen.

          MUCH TIME HAD PASSED SINCE THE Blood Wyrm had found himself summoned to the mouth of the pit like this; not since the passing of his late rider, the prince Aemon. The keepers had made an attempt to remove his saddle shortly after he’d met his demise, but two had perished in dragonfire as payment for their efforts and the lucky ones had made it out with singed robes and scars that would serve as a reminder of the beast’s ferocity for years to come. At some point, Caraxes had rid himself of the leather burden by his own doing, and the keepers had yet to determine how exactly the crafty beast had done it, nor where its remnants had disappeared to.

          CURIOUSLY, THE CRIMSON CREATURE WOULD study the young man before him, the bold stance in which he had taken and the unphased gallantry in the tenor of his voice causing the dragon to pause in amused reflection. The strangled pitch of a raspy whine would grate through the still air like the notes of an eerie chime, punctuated soon after by the characteristic choppy clicking of a deviated septum. His neck would slink slowly through the open space above the human until his monstrous head would lower to meet lilac eyes, his scaley snout hovering just mere inches before the hand that had been outstretched to him. Through flared nostrils, the beast took in his scent, each exhaled breath like a gust of hot wind upon the pale flesh of his contender. The lips that covered his jaws quivered all the while, offering small glimpses of the rows of menacing teeth that hid just behind them.

          THE WORDS THAT THE BOY SPOKE were not lost upon Caraxes, for he’d heard them before and knew them well. Whether he’d choose to obey them or not remained in question, however. The nictitating membrane of the dragon’s eyes rolled back and forth, sheathing the bright yellow color in quick flashes of milky white as he calculated the situation, a slow withdraw of his head following.

          ANOTHER ROLL OF HIGH-PITCHED whistles and a sparse roar swelled on a long chain of echoes until the sound encompassed the entire room, jaws parting to sweep away the surrounding shadows with the brilliant glow of bright red flames. The beast’s head waved, spewing pluming jets of fire skyward in the direction of the seemingly-endless space above until the ceiling was just barely kissed by its radiance. Never once did he take aim at the Targaryen below, however, only the dying embers of stray sparks ever coming close to him. The shouted commands of the keepers in the background did naught to deter the beast, their voices paling and fading into white noise as the boy in the forefront was pulled into sole focus. The fiery breath that blasted out from his open maw soon ceased and he lowered his great head once more to meet him. This time, he would allow him to touch him, should he so wish.

[dracaryse]

actual footage of me doing replies today as per usual, i'll be focusing on my plotted dynamics first! i'll get around to my inbox/meme responses later today! <3

[gameofthronesdaily]

Sunfyre House of the Dragon 2.04 - “The Red Dragon and the Gold.”

[aeghon]

𝕬𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙, the dragon showing no signs of backing down or choosing to see him as an ally. If anything, he felt that the words he spoke only caused further upset to the great beast. He held onto the wall beside him, trying to keep himself from falling over while Drogon's roaring and thrashing shook the ground and caused debris to fall from above. ❝ Iksan lyks! ❞ (I am peace.) The word he was looking for was friend, but it would do.

Alas, his efforts were unsuccessful. A friend of his, Drogon was not. Such was made abundantly clear when the dragon drew his head closer and opened his jaws, producing a roar that was made even louder with the sound reverberating off the walls. Aegon stumbled back, wide eyed and fearful, gaze locking onto the orange glow in the beast's maw while he raised his head up. How was he supposed to escape a dragon that lived and hunted in these caves? The ending to this story seemed like it was headed in the direction of being a grim one.

❝ Wait. Wait! ❞ He pleaded, but it was all to no avail. Fire was already beginning to erupt from the depths of Drogon's throat, and it was only a matter of time before he aimed it in his direction. The Targaryen king turned and ran as fast as his injured leg would allow him, until it had given out on him and the rocky ground flew up to greet him. He dared not stay still for long, lest he wished to become the ferocious creatures next meal. And a very small one, at that. ❝ Fucking listen to me! ❞ Aegon growled, using his arms to pull himself along the ground and hide behind a large rock. It would act as temporary cover. Dragon fire was unlike regular fire. It was hotter and far more deadly, able to melt things that normal fire could not. Even a large rock such as this one risked being split in half by the sheer force of the stream alone. ❝ I am not your enemy! ❞

[dracaryse]

─── FRIEND OR PEACE, THE WORDING mattered not to Drogon, for there existed no room for either such things between himself and the pretentious intruder that had dared to command him. It had always been the beast’s intentions, since he’d caught his scent on the dingey winds that whistled through the cavernous lair, that the human would receive the answer for his contempt in the form of fire and fang.  

          THE GLOW OF THE WINGED SHADOW’S rage would paint the blackness of the chamber in bright shades of scarlet, haphazard jets of flame bathing the stone ceiling and surrounding walls in a terrifying blaze of light. It could be seen as nothing less than a show of dominance; a display of the power and the authority that the dragon held over the smaller creature. Over every creature.

          THE BLACK WALLS STILL BURNED WITH the residual embers of dying flames even after Drogon had ceased spewing them from his open jaws, glowing segments of near-molten rock flickering in bright tints of orange and red against the dark veil of shadows. Another roar came forth from within the dragon’s chest, the sheer power behind such a deep bellow causing the entire chasm to quake and the broken pieces of stalactite to jitter and dance in tandem with the vibrations that ricocheted through the ground.

          HEAVY FOOTSTEPS WOULD SHAKE THE earth further as Drogon approached the rock that the Targaryen had foolishly chosen to take shelter behind, a sonorous growl ever reverberating deep from within his glowing throat. His long neck stretched outward, a show of fangs from behind a curled lip was the first to appear from above, the tremendous shadow of a crimson-frilled neck snaking over the curve quickly afterwards. Jaws parted then and an eerie rumble shook within the beast’s chest, the glow of flames blooming behind a display of sharp teeth as his great head lifted to take aim.

[aeghon]

@dracaryse sent: a happy starter (sunfyre)

𝕬𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖋, his hands planted on the ground behind him while he leaned his upper body back. Around him, grassy and green, flowers in full bloom, sweetness in the air mixed with the salt of the ocean below. The waves crashed against the wall of the cliff and birds sang their songs merrily in the trees, and for a moment Aegon wished he could be like those birds. Happy, singing, free to go where they wanted and when.

It was only a matter of time before Aegon would be burdened with duties that came with being King, a role that he was ill suited for. His father had never wanted it for him. If he had, he would've prepared him for it, but instead he had been left to his own devices. Sunfyre sat close by, his scales a glittering gold beneath the sunlight, the most beautiful dragon anyone would ever lay eyes on. The other dragons were stunning in their own right, but Sunfyre was leaps and bounds ahead of them. Perhaps not in size, but in aesthetics. His fire was gold, his wing membranes a soft pink. Even his voice was unlike the others, melodic and songful. Aegon was proud to call Sunfyre his dragon.

❝ What if I said fuck all of this? ❞ Aegon mused aloud, his head tilting away from the expansive ocean to look up at his companion. The only one who would listen to him. The only one he could go to to be heard and not berated. ❝ Fuck the crown and the throne. We could fly to Essos and live out the rest of our days there. ❞

[dracaryse]

─── THE GOLDEN BEAST KNEW NOT the meaning of the words being spoken to him in the human tongue, but he somehow understood their implications all the same. There was a weight bearing down upon Aegon’s shoulders, a festering disquiet so palpable that Sunfyre could feel it within the great hollow of his own chest, and it pulled him in the same direction that it pulled Aegon; towards the sea. Never before had the beast experienced such restlessness or wanderlust.

          THE NOTE OF A DRAWN-OUT STRING of coos blossomed from within the dragon’s throat, the melodic sound carried upon the soft summer breeze like the morning songs of chirping birds. He sat next to his rider, perched comfortably in the soft grass with his tail coiled affectionately in a large circumference around the boy’s small form, bright eyes blinking contentedly as the sunbeams kissed his golden scales. In this light, he appeared almost statuesque; too perfect to be real, like the gilded sculpture of a god. Even through the spaces between the trees, the reflection of sunlight could be seen gleaming off of his brilliant armor.

          SUNFYRE ANGLED HIS HEAD TOWARDS Aegon, a great amber eye pulling him into focus. The tip of his snout would lower, stopping to hover just before the royal’s chest where it would press ever so gently into him, his nostrils flaring as he exhaled a soft breath. The dragon could never quite decipher the ways of man, even Aegon of whom he was bonded so closely, but beyond the shadow of any doubt, he would have followed him into oblivion if he’d so commanded it.

[daenerys-stormborn]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON Season 2 Episode 8 - The Queen Who Ever Was

[dracaryse]

i've added 10 new dragons to the roster and made them all new blockquotes! (i also redid the blockquotes of my previous 6 dragons so that they all match hahahahahaiwantodie) you can look below the readmore to see them all <3

[dracaryse]

wait i still.... have to add them to my carrd...............

[dracaryse]

i've added 10 new dragons to the roster and made them all new blockquotes! (i also redid the blockquotes of my previous 6 dragons so that they all match hahahahahaiwantodie) you can look below the readmore to see them all <3

[dracaryse]

@aeghon & @dracaryse

[dracaryse]

okay i think i finally settled on my aesthetics. jfc only took me a whole month hello??? shit is hard when all of the dragons have a different fucking color scheme kmssss anyways i have a few more blockquotes to update as well as my carrd since i've added a lot of dragons, and then its over for u bitches