Named for a King

A dragon of green and brown scales, wild as the fire he breathes. Rhaegal is one of the dragons that belong to the Mother of Dragons. One of three. (Indie Humanized!Rhaegal RP blog. Sideblog to wolfofblackfur )

[scalesofmoss-blog]

[assilat-vojjor]

"You may see much in the sky, Rheagal, but it has its weaknesses… For you can not see things that hide in caves and in shrubbery. Or what blends in the tall grasses of the sea." Eyes narrowing he looked forward where the lion tracks headed. They were fresh, and he could almost be sure the beast was close. "Looking towards the land will tell you the things your gaze can miss."

[scalesofmoss-blog]

That did make a bit of sense to the dragon looking down at the tracks again, moving towards the fresher tracks.  ”This is how you hunt?” he asked looking up towards his father.

[assilat-vojjor]

"This is one of the ways I hunt." Drogo smirked a bit pulling out his daggers just in case. "This way is by far the most difficult."

[scalesofmoss-blog]

"Why?" he asked more curious than anything else.  He wanted to learn, was eager to learn how people hunted like this.

[scalesofmoss-blog]

theunburntsilverqueen found the dragon

[scalesofmoss-blog]

Rhaegal frowned at his mother, slipping down off of his rock that he had picked that day, landing with ease and grace in front of her.  ”There is nothing now?  The camp is calm…the soldiers sleep.”  And no one would dare to come near them with dragons around.

[theunburntsilverqueen-blog]

"We are at war," she reminded him with a soft smile. "There is always something to do be done." she did not wish to worry her son. Though she did reach for him, pulling him to her in a hug. "What are you doing up?”

[scalesofmoss-blog]

"I could not sleep, it was too cold."  He was a dragon, and even the slightest change in air temperature he felt.  He returned her hug, giving her a brief smile.

[scalesofmoss-blog]

[assilat-vojjor]

"You may see much in the sky, Rheagal, but it has its weaknesses… For you can not see things that hide in caves and in shrubbery. Or what blends in the tall grasses of the sea." Eyes narrowing he looked forward where the lion tracks headed. They were fresh, and he could almost be sure the beast was close. "Looking towards the land will tell you the things your gaze can miss."

[scalesofmoss-blog]

That did make a bit of sense to the dragon looking down at the tracks again, moving towards the fresher tracks.  "This is how you hunt?" he asked looking up towards his father.

[scalesofmoss-blog]

theunburntsilverqueen found the dragon

[theunburntsilverqueen-blog]

Daenerys smiled softly, “There is much to do and unfortunately not a lot of it is is sleeping.” she replied easily, thought the answer was truly that she’d had nightmares. 

[scalesofmoss-blog]

Rhaegal frowned at his mother, slipping down off of his rock that he had picked that day, landing with ease and grace in front of her.  "There is nothing now?  The camp is calm...the soldiers sleep."  And no one would dare to come near them with dragons around.

[scalesofmoss-blog]

paterdracones found the dragon

The dragon looked towards the new comer, looking at him with a curious gleam in his eyes.  "Who are you?"

[scalesofmoss-blog]

[assilat-vojjor]

sDrogo nodded, watching him. His Khaleesi had told him stories of the dragon she had named for her brother. Loyal, cold, strong, yet far more controlled than Drogon. “The early morn is a good time to venture to hunt… Perhaps I can help you?”

[scalesofmoss-blog]

Rhaegal thought on it a moment then nodded his head.  Perhaps it would be a good idea to have someone with him, maybe he could go after something a bit larger if he came across anything.  ”I would enjoy the company father.”

[assilat-vojjor]

Drogo allowed the faintest of touches grave his face before nodding, gesturing the dragon to follow before he moved away his eyes glancing at the ground looking for tracks. “There are many marking, many varieties. Though I know Lions prowl near.”

[scalesofmoss-blog]

Rhaegal followed him, watching how the other looked towards the ground.  He was curious, this one hunted not from the skies but the land.  He bent down by some, his hand pressed in the dirt by a mark.  "You find prey this way father?" though at the mention of lions, he glanced towards him.  "Lions do not scare me..."

[queensmonster]

Drogon and Rhaegal

[scalesofmoss-blog]

Of course mother would be displeased if they killed any of the peasant followers.  But not all the peasants were under their mothers protection.  The dragon slipped off the rock he was perched on.  ”there’s a town not far, maybe a short flight away.  Mother does not know about it, does not protect it…” There was a wicked gleam in his eyes.

[queensmonster]

Drogon didn’t always follow Daenerys’ orders, and this would probably somehow be her idea and fault. Not that she really cared. The woman allowed the smirk to tug at her lips before nodding, “Perhaps, brother, you have been watching me for too long. You are starting to misbehave as well.” A laugh slipped from her mouth, causing the soldiers below to loo up at the dragons turned human in shock.

                                      Drogon didn’t laugh, ever.

[scalesofmoss-blog]

That wicked gleam moved to an absolutely threatening grin, normally human like eyes changed to those of a dragon.  Drogon never laughed, never did and if she did it was not a good thing.  At least, not if there was a target in mind.  "I grow tired of being treated as a pet.  I'm restless, I need to do more than hunt creatures half my size."  And horses weren't fun anyways.  They froze, made it easy.  "What do you say sister?  Will you go play with me?"

[moltenking]

"You could be my personal executioner," Viserys offered, the arrogance beginning to return, now that he had a bargaining chip. "It would please me to see those who oppose me squirm in the flames."

[scalesofmoss-blog]

There was a part of the young dragon, the more logical part of him, that told him that Mother would not approve.  She would be cross with him.  She was his dragon, but did a dragon have a master?  He did not think so.  He was no slave.  "May please me to do that, make those people burn," the dragon hummed, pulling his clawed fingers away from the other.  And then there was the part of him, that was the bloodthirsty, and ruthless killer that craved the rush of a kill.  "Though dragons have no masters.  You are aware yes?"

[scalesofmoss-blog]

theunburntsilverqueen found the dragon

The dragon looked up at the sound of footsteps, peering down off of his current perch.  "Mother.  You are awake early."

[scalesofmoss-blog]

The dragon clicked his tongue, shaking his head.  ”Free reign of the skies?  Who would challenge a dragon, I do have that already, unless what you offer is protection from those that would flay my hide from my skin, need to try a bit harder your majesty.”

[moltenking]

"They wouldn’t be able to touch you." He does his best to keep his confidence, but his rigid posture speaks to hidden nerves of being interrogated by a dragon. "I would even give you the pleasure of burning them, yourself, when they’re caught."

[scalesofmoss-blog]

Now there was something he was not currently allowed to do.  He was not allowed to burn people the way he wanted.  Clawed fingers ran along his jaw lifting the other's head a bit, watching him.  "I do like that, to burn them alive.  Listen to the sounds they make.  Mother does not like that though."

[queensmonster]

Drogon and Rhaegal

[scalesofmoss-blog]

He had been curious, and he had known that his sister was stronger.  There was only one person he respected more than mother, and that was Drogon.  But he was bored out of his skull and it was beginning to wear on his mind.   “Sister darling, how would you feel about going and doing something far more enjoyable then hunting rabbits?”

[queensmonster]

"Rabbits are for hatchlings, and we are not babes anymore." A brow rose as she gazed at Rhaegal in vague curiosity of what he had in mind. Though she had thought about casually killing a handful of her mother’s peasant followers, even if it would displease the Khaleesi greatly. "What did you have in mind, Rhaegal?" Her little brothers were smaller than her natural form.

[scalesofmoss-blog]

Of course mother would be displeased if they killed any of the peasant followers.  But not all the peasants were under their mothers protection.  The dragon slipped off the rock he was perched on.  "there's a town not far, maybe a short flight away.  Mother does not know about it, does not protect it..." There was a wicked gleam in his eyes.

[scalesofmoss-blog]

A low purr came from the dragon walking around him.  ”Is that so?  Now why should I follow you and not mother?  She is kind, she gave us life.”

[moltenking]

"Kindness is one thing, but it does not give her a right to the throne. I have that.” He stayed as still as possible, but watched Rhaegal with his nervous eyes. “You’d have free reign over the skies of Westeros.”

[scalesofmoss-blog]

The dragon clicked his tongue, shaking his head.  "Free reign of the skies?  Who would challenge a dragon, I do have that already, unless what you offer is protection from those that would flay my hide from my skin, need to try a bit harder your majesty."

[queensmonster]

Drogon and Rhaegal

Her dark eyes narrowed as she watched the soldiers training among each other. As a dragon, Drogon could level a whole town, and was highly tempted to just out of boredom, but her deep red eyes turned toward the feeling of being watched. Her gaze fell on her brother, Rhaegal for a few moments it looked as if she didn’t breathe or move. 

Then she nodded her head in acknowledgement.

[scalesofmoss-blog]

He had been curious, and he had known that his sister was stronger.  There was only one person he respected more than mother, and that was Drogon.  But he was bored out of his skull and it was beginning to wear on his mind.   "Sister darling, how would you feel about going and doing something far more enjoyable then hunting rabbits?"

[scalesofmoss-blog]

A low growl came from the dragon.  ”And this is why mother is queen and you are not.  Why she has dragons, and you never will.”

[moltenking]

"Daenerys isn’t queen!” His fists curled in on themselves and he spoke through his teeth. “She maybe have dragons, but she rules nothing. Not while I live.”

[scalesofmoss-blog]

A low purr came from the dragon walking around him.  "Is that so?  Now why should I follow you and not mother?  She is kind, she gave us life."

[scalesofmoss-blog]

Rhaegal rolled his eyes.  ”World don’t revolve round you.  Mother is stronger than you.”

[moltenking]

"I don’t care who you think is stronger, beast.”

[scalesofmoss-blog]

A low growl came from the dragon.  "And this is why mother is queen and you are not.  Why she has dragons, and you never will."

[moltenking]

"I never got the massage I asked for."

[scalesofmoss-blog]

Rhaegal rolled his eyes.  "World don't revolve round you.  Mother is stronger than you."

[scalesofmoss-blog]

[assilat-vojjor]

sDrogo nodded, watching him. His Khaleesi had told him stories of the dragon she had named for her brother. Loyal, cold, strong, yet far more controlled than Drogon. “The early morn is a good time to venture to hunt… Perhaps I can help you?”

[scalesofmoss-blog]

Rhaegal thought on it a moment then nodded his head.  Perhaps it would be a good idea to have someone with him, maybe he could go after something a bit larger if he came across anything.  "I would enjoy the company father."