⚜ ∗ plotted starter for @bigdaddydaemon
─── 𝕺𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 haunting in inflection, the unified voices of the dragonkeepers’ filled the cavernous expanse of the pit, the ringing chorus of an ancient tongue dancing through the dark tunnels on the ebb and flow of rippling echoes. All eyes were cast upon the various tunnels that were carved into the surrounding stone walls, each one unstirring and blackened by shadow; seemingly vacant aside from the faint, eerie cries of the trapped breeze that circled within.
❝ Hae mērot gierūli:
Se hāros bartossi
Prūmȳsa sōvīli
Gevī dāerī. ❞
The harmonious string of voices would continue to chant for many minutes, faltering in their delivery only when a bright glow of red flames had suddenly cut through the shadowy veil of the mouth to the adjacent tunnel, the burst accompanied by a powerful rumble. An intense heat followed in sequence, radiating from within the passage and prompting each dragonkeeper to take a precautionary step backwards. This particular beast had a nasty reputation for his habit of spewing flame on needless whims. Gravely, they had cautioned their prince of the ferocity of the dragon, but even their detailed accounts of the savage-natured creature could not seem to deter him, and far be it from their place to stand in the way of what was a Targaryen tradition.
As the flickering radiance of the fire began to dim, the sound of a drawn-out whistle came floating out from the afterglow, so sharp in octave that it could make the hair on the back of one’s neck stand on end. Tremors shook the walls like rolling barrages of thunder as the source of the bizarre vocalization rounded the corner of the tunnel and stepped out from the shadows, a long, serpentine neck slithering through the dark veil to reveal the scarlet scales of the blood wyrm himself. An elongated body snaked out behind him, following his chosen path in a twisting pattern as he curved his way up towards the platform.
❝ Lykirī, Caraxes, lykirī! ❞
The keepers were already on-guard, issuing commands of calmness to the great beast in due advance, as they were far too familiar with his feral temperament.