@prphecybound gets a semi-plotted starter
Great emerald eyes blinked open as the dawn’s light began to flow over the earth, rays warming the air and ground...and hide of the great obsidian beast that lay resting in the still-cool morning. More a mountain than a beast, though the audible breaths gave some idea as to the creature’s status of living. Great wings folded close to a massive form, long tail wrapped tight about the coiled body.
The creature had been massive centuries past, when flame as dark as night had billowed forth to tame kingdoms. Now, it was truly a beast to behold, teeth the size of a man, and jaws big enough to swallow horses whole...perhaps even something larger.
For long moments, the creature did not move, basking in the sun’s strengthening rays and only opening jaws a fraction, to taste the sea air that carried on the breeze.
After a long moment, the beast tipped it’s head, and a rumble sounded from deep in the dragon’s chest, the ground beneath him trembling in answer.
“It is early...” Balerion hissed, the voice that spoke to his Rider deep and old, with an echo of the rumble in his chest. The soft hissing was as of steam escaping the earth. “What brings you to me, young one? It is a long walk from your tent.” And so it was, for the old dragon had made his temporary lair upon a cliff overlooking the camp of his Rider’s sister. The hatchlings could bicker over nearer spots; Balerion was too old for their squabbles, and even Drogon knew better than to challenge the old black dragon.
He vastly preferred to take off from an elevated position, now. Perhaps he had grown accustomed to it in the mountains...he was not yet so large he could not take off from flatland if needed, but it was harder. The hatchlings might delight in showing off how they could, Balerion preferred to save that energy for a longer, easier flight. But, they were hatchlings. He expected little else from them, as they grew into their juvenile and adolescent forms.
