Ever wondered which dragon would be best suited to you? Who would be yours until the end?
𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠:
Reblog 3 of my posts
Then send me a message with your personality/description, I don't need your physical description. But I do need how you feel about yourself, what you would do in certain situations etc.
Including; zodiac sun, moon & rising, your hogwarts house, mbti,
The Dragonpit has seen countless riders claim their dragons.
Valora Velaryon steps forward.
Before her stands Naelys, waiting. Watching. Choosing.
And when fire meets fire, when fear gives way to something stronger, the bond is sealed in flame and sky.
Because some are not taught to fly.
Some are born for it.
The Dragonpit had never felt so large.
Or perhaps it was simply that Valora Velaryon had never felt so small within it.
The cavernous dome stretched endlessly overhead, the air thick with heat, ash, and the low, ever-present rumble of dragons shifting in their chains. The scent of smoke clung to everything. It filled her lungs with every breath, sharp and unfamiliar, yet not entirely unpleasant.
Exciting.
Terrifying.
Perfect.
Eight-year-old Valora stood at the edge of the pit’s inner ring, her small hands clenched tightly at her sides, violet eyes fixed on the dragon before her.
Naelys.
She was not the largest dragon in the pit, nor the most fearsome to an outsider’s eye. But to Valora, she might as well have been the greatest creature in all the world.
Sleek and elegant, Naelys’ scales shimmered in deep shades of black and molten crimson, catching the torchlight like living embers. Smoke curled lazily from her nostrils as she shifted, her long tail dragging against the stone with a low scrape.
Waiting.
Watching.
For her.
Valora swallowed.
“You do not have to do this today, Princess.”
The voice came from just behind her, steady and calm.
Ser Cedric Caswell.
Seventeen, newly sworn, and already shadowing her every step like he had been born to the role. He stood a pace behind her, hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sword, though his attention was not on threats.
It was on her.
Always on her.
But Cedric was not the only one watching.
A short distance away, Rhaenyra stood with one hand pressed lightly over her lips, unable to hide the nervous pride in her eyes. Beside her was Laenor, trying very hard to appear calm and failing rather spectacularly. His smile came and went in restless flashes, his gaze never leaving his daughter for even a second.
Near them, six-year-old Jacaerys was practically vibrating with excitement, looking between his sister and Naelys with bright, eager eyes, while three-year-old Lucaerys clung stubbornly to Laenor’s hand, too young to fully understand the enormity of the moment but aware enough to know that something important, and perhaps a little frightening, was happening.
King Viserys stood nearby as well, leaning slightly upon his cane, his expression softer than any of the dragonkeepers had ever seen it. There was pride there, deep and glowing, and something almost awed, as though seeing his granddaughter before her dragon made the future feel briefly, beautifully certain.
And just beside one of the pillars stood nine-year-old Helaena, quiet and still as ever, her head tilted slightly as she watched Valora with wide, thoughtful eyes. Unlike the others, she said nothing. She simply observed, fingers loosely clasped before her, as if she were listening to something no one else could hear.
Valora didn’t turn around.
“If I do not do it today,” she said, voice quieter than she would have liked, “I will simply have to do it tomorrow.”
Cedric huffed softly, almost amused.
“That is… unfortunately true.”
That made her smile, just a little.
From behind, Jace whispered far too loudly, “She’s going to do it.”
“She is,” Viserys murmured, and though his voice was quiet, it carried absolute certainty.
Luke looked up at his father. “Lora fly?”
Laenor squeezed his little hand gently. “Yes, my love,” he said softly, eyes fixed on Valora. “Your sister is going to fly.”
Helaena’s gaze remained on Valora and Naelys. “She won’t fall,” she said softly.
The adults turned at that, but the young princess only kept watching the dragon.
Valora took a step forward.
The dragonkeepers stood at a respectful distance, watching carefully but saying nothing. This was not their moment to command.
This was hers.
Valora approached slowly, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain everyone could hear it. Each step echoed against the stone, far too loud in her ears.
Naelys’ head shifted.
Her great, molten eyes fixed on the small girl approaching her.
For a moment, the world seemed to still.
No sound.
No breath.
Just dragon and rider.
Behind her, Rhaenyra’s hand tightened around one of the rings on her fingers. Laenor moved half a step closer to her without realising it. Even Viserys straightened slightly.
Valora lifted her chin.
“Naelys,” she murmured softly, slipping into High Valyrian as naturally as breathing. “Dohaerās.”
Serve.
The dragon’s nostrils flared.
A thin stream of smoke curled between them.
Behind her, Cedric tensed slightly, though he did not move.
Jace held his breath so dramatically that Laenor had to briefly put a hand on his shoulder.
“Breathe, Jace,” he muttered.
“I am breathing,” Jace whispered back, without actually doing so.
Valora stepped closer.
Closer.
Close enough now that she could feel the heat radiating from Naelys’ scales, like standing beside a living flame.
She reached out.
Her hand hovered for only a second before pressing gently against the dragon’s snout.
Warm.
Alive.
Real.
Naelys let out a low rumble, deep and resonant, vibrating through Valora’s bones.
But she did not pull away.
Valora smiled.
“There you are,” she whispered.
The dragon lowered her head slightly.
Submission.
Acceptance.
Bond.
Behind her, Cedric let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding.
“Well,” he muttered under his breath, “that answers that.”
Rhaenyra’s eyes filled at once with relieved pride. Laenor laughed softly, the sound bright with disbelief and joy.
“She accepted her,” he said, unable to stop smiling.
“Of course she did,” Viserys said warmly. “That is my granddaughter.”
Jace looked delighted beyond reason. “I knew she would. I knew it.”
Luke, encouraged by everyone’s smiles, clapped his little hands once and beamed. “Lora!”
Helaena’s lips lifted in the faintest, quietest smile.
Valora didn’t hear any of them.
She was already moving.
The dragonkeepers stepped forward to assist, but Valora shook her head firmly.
“I can do it.”
There was a brief hesitation.
Then they stepped back.
Cedric moved closer instinctively, ready to catch her if she slipped, but he stopped himself just short of interfering.
Valora grasped the saddle straps, her small hands steady despite the way her heart raced.
She pulled herself up.
It took effort.
More than she had expected.
But she did not falter.
Not once.
Jace bounced on his feet. “Look at her. Look at her!”
“She has your stubbornness,” Laenor murmured to Rhaenyra, though his eyes shone with pride.
Rhaenyra laughed softly. “Only mine?”
And then Valora was there.
Seated atop Naelys.
For a moment, she simply… breathed.
The world looked different from here.
Higher.
Wider.
Like she could see everything.
Like she could be anything.
Cedric stepped forward, unable to stop himself this time.
“Princess,” he called, a hint of something almost like pride threading through his voice, “try not to fall.”
Valora laughed.
Actually laughed.
“I will do my best, Ser Cedric.”
That finally drew a helpless laugh from Rhaenyra too, some of her fear loosening.
Viserys smiled so broadly it nearly transformed him. “She sounds as though she has been doing this for years.”
Valora’s hands tightened instinctively on the saddle.
Fear flickered.
Sharp and sudden.
Then excitement swallowed it whole.
“Rytsas,” she whispered.
Forward.
Naelys moved.
Slow at first.
Deliberate.
Each step heavy against the stone.
Valora’s breath caught.
She was moving.
She was actually moving.
“Good,” she murmured, more to herself than the dragon.
Then, louder, more certain, “Sōvēs.”
Fly.
Naelys’ wings unfurled.
Massive.
Powerful.
The air shifted with the force of it, wind whipping through the pit, sending dust and ash spiralling into the air.
Cedric took an instinctive step back, one arm lifting slightly to shield his face as he looked up.
“Gods…” he breathed.
Rhaenyra smiled joyfully at the scene.
Laenor stepped in front of Luke on instinct, though the boy only peered around him with wide, fascinated eyes. Jace grinned so hard it looked almost painful.
Viserys stared upward, wonder plain across his face.
And Helaena simply watched, completely still.
Naelys leapt.
The ground dropped away.
Valora gasped, fingers gripping tight as the sudden lift stole the breath from her lungs.
Rhaenyra made a small, startled sound.
Laenor reached blindly for her hand and found it at once.
For a heartbeat, pure terror surged through Valora.
Then the wind rushed past her face.
The pit opened beneath them.
The sky above.
And something inside her…
Clicked.
She laughed again, louder this time, wild and free.
“Naelys!”
The dragon roared in response, flames flickering briefly between her teeth as she soared upward.
Below, Jace actually shouted in triumph.
“She’s flying! She’s flying!”
Luke jumped up and down in place, chanting the only thing he could think to say. “Lora fly. Lora fly.”
Laenor was laughing now too, bright and unguarded, while Rhaenyra looked on with tears in her eyes and pride blazing across her face.
Viserys’s expression turned almost reverent as he watched his granddaughter circle above them.
Helaena clapped gently for her niece.
Below, Cedric stood rooted to the spot, staring up at the girl who had, only moments ago, seemed so small.
Now she looked like something else entirely.
Something untouchable.
Something born for the sky.
“She’s done it,” one of the dragonkeepers murmured in quiet awe.
Cedric didn’t respond.
His eyes followed her as she circled the pit, silver hair whipping behind her like a banner.
His princess.
His charge.
His… responsibility.
A slow smile tugged at his lips.
“Of course she has,” he said quietly.
High above, Valora leaned forward slightly, her fear gone, replaced by something fierce and bright.
Freedom.
Power.
Belonging.
She patted Naelys’ neck gently.
“Thank you for the ride, my Naelys,” she whispered, the words instinctive, familiar, as though they had always belonged to her.
The dragon answered with a low, pleased rumble as they soared together, rider and dragon, bound at last.
Below, her family watched her with love, awe, and no small amount of relief.
And in the heart of the Dragonpit, beneath smoke and flame and old stone, the future seemed to take wing with her.
Today, we’re going to dive into the Razorwhips. These guys I really love, but there’s just not much info on them, and some are even contradictory or unclear.
What REALLY bugs me though are the male Razorwhips! Where ARE they? Are they loners or are they together like the females? And can female and male Razorwhips get along outside of mating and hatchlings? Or is it always hostile? Or is it just with this particular colony of Razorwhips? Because it seems like the male hatchlings get along with their sisters and other females just fine.
It's obvious that their behavior is similar to lions: violent mating and killing/eating the offspring of their rival so that they can mate with the female. Actually, it looks like other dragons do that, too. Like the Nightmares, as mentioned in "Total Nightmare". It seems like hatchlings, once grown, fly away from the island until the females need to lay their eggs, while the males leave... somewhere... to avoid being killed by psycho females, I'm assuming. (Ugh, yet again, another dragon species that we know little about!)
Also, would female Razorwhips be able to accept MALE Riders? I mean, there's Windshear, but she's the exception. I mean, what happens if it's time for her to lay eggs? Will she become aggressive towards her male Rider, or will the bond between them overpower that instinct? Windshear's never mated yet (that we know of) so we can't really prove that. Are female Razorwhips even appropriate for male Riders? Could it be that Razorwhips are one of the few dragons where the human-dragon pairs HAVE to be of the same gender in order for it to work? I mean, are male Razorwhips even trainable, either? They seem to have potential during "Stryke Out" (assuming that was a male Razorwhip). UGH! So many questions!!! X(
Ohhhhh, sorry i was under the impression that black dragons had a more negative connoctetion because of the explanetion in the forum, and with people not liking fae. So a dragon only bonds with good people?. Sorry if my english is not good T-T
Well... good has many meanings 😅. What is good to some isn’t so to others. So I’ll say that dragons bond with people pure of heart and with good intentions when it comes to Gallinia.
Vikings in Berk are surprising themselves with a mystery egg chest, after the dragon trainers rescued a group of dragon eggs from the hands of dragon hunters! Will you be adding them to your stables?
Known as the gentlest dragon, I think the pair of you would be great together. She would bring you out of your shell and show you things only a handful of other dragon riders have experienced.
She would heighten your confidence and aid you in becoming a better version of yourself. Dragonriding changes people. And for you, it would be for the better.
Silverwing would love your personality, especially your golden retriever energy. She wouldn't do well with someone who was stoic and didn't show emotion.
I understand you so much. I too have autism and it's affected my everyday life.
So when choosing a dragon for you, I think Dreamfyre would be the best option. She's only bonded with girls, and I can see you having a sleepover with your dragon - and I'm completely serious!
Dreamfyre only chooses people who have something special about them. Something like dragon dreaming, or can see the past, present and future.
Your hobbies would intrigue her, ballet, reading, history etc. She will sit for hours just to help you study or just to listen to your voice.
