I Am Fire, I am Death; or Why My Stannis Is The Best Human – ASOIAF/SI
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I Am Fire, I am Death; or Why My Stannis Is The Best Human – ASOIAF/SI
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I Am Fire, I am Death; or Why My Stannis Is The Best Human – ASOIAF/SI
AN: My muse temporarily abandoned me. To spark it back up I'm writing up this lighthearted romp with short 1k chapters. This is the story of a Dragon exploring Planetos with his Human Stannis Baratheon.
289 AC – Dragonstone
For the longest time there was nothing. No stimuli, barely any coherent thought to speak off and everything I did recall was pieced together after the fact. I vaguely remembered being content in my cocoon of warmth, even if I wasn't aware of it.
For the longest time I simply was. Until I wasn't.
Bright lights – with the fury of a thousand suns – woke me from my slumber. Sounds assaulted my senses and I felt my entire being reverberate. From one moment to the next, everything changed. A fuzzy and enormous being crowded me, kept screaming at me and I blindly lashed out. Instinctively I attempted to scream, but my screeching sounded underwhelming even to my ears. I threw a hissy fit, flared my wings and frantically fluttered them around.
I felt myself rise momentarily until my wings gave out and I unceremoniously crashed into the large fuzzy creature. It screamed even louder which simply sent me off in a deeper vicious cycle of fear and anger. I felt one of its massive limbs grab hold of me, pinning my wings to my sides while its other limb firmly held me by my jaws. Being trapped thus did nothing to improve my anxiety. My only solace was that the massive monster had finally stopped screaming at me. Instead it hissed, so softly and soothingly that I couldn't help but calm down.
Slowly, ever so slowly the world came into focus for me. The fuzziness that plagued me withdrew from the edges of my sight until everything fell into place. I had long since ceased struggling and let the giant continue it ministrations.
Right now it was stroking my neck and it felt glorious.
And then it stopped!
I focused as best I could despite frustration rocking my very being, "Keep going!"
"What?!"
Ahhh. Why must it be so fucking loud.
"What did you say, Dragon?"
I craned my neck around towards the giant thing, only to realize it wasn't a thing. It was a human. A big – massive - man with the most peculiar shocked expression plastered over his face. Was the man hard of hearing, or was he perhaps simple?
"Big man, keep stroking!"
From somewhere off to my left I could hear another voice vaguely stuttering, "M-most c-curious...p-perhaps it is b-best if we indulge the creature, my Lord?"
At the same time the big balding man went back to work I heard him say, "Seven above, it speaks."
At the time I didn't much care for being named an it, nor did I register my own slight hypocrisy. The glorious rubbing of my long neck was enough to occupy the entirety of my mind. It felt divine, after all that time spent collapsed in on myself.
The big man whispered to me, "What is your name, little creature?"
I barely registered my own response, "How should I know?"
Because, honestly. I just woke up. Clearly something horrifying had happened to me at some point, but I'd been inert for so incredibly long I simply could not care anymore. I'm sure I had a name. And other things. I think...
Was it all a dream?
"Would you care for me to name you?"
That did pierce through my veil of bliss. I still recalled the importance of names. I could tell this was something I should be paying attention to. With some slight effort I freed myself from the big man's arms and gently glided to the ground. Through the workings of some sort of instinct I chased my own tail for a moment, before finally settling down on my hind limbs.
I stared up at the big man and got myself a good look in. He was large, I even got the vaguest of impressions that he was solidly at the high end of large humans, and looked mostly well put together. I noticed both arms intact, both legs easily carrying his weight and a large chest that held it all together admirably. I couldn't quite make a judgment on the state of his head, or the lack of hair upon his head as the other had, but everything seemed to be working.
"I..."
I fell silent.
Did I mind him naming me? I knew I needed a name. I knew it was somehow important, but shouldn't I do that myself? Wasn't that how it was done? And if so...why do I remember someone warm and soft cooing my name?
What was it?
Who was it?
I forced myself to keep focusing, to keep thinking and eventually I was rewarded with a slightly longer flash of memory. I looked down at myself – and was instantly pleased with what I saw – and looked back up at the big man.
"Are you...my mother?"
Before he even answered – and got over his coughing fit - I knew it was wrong. I continued speaking, "That is the wrong word, I think."
The big man frowned and spoke, "No, I am not your mother, little Dragon. Nor, if that is what you meant, am I your father."
"Oh."
For some reason that didn't feel all that good. I could vaguely sense of the other manling behind me frantically waving at the big man, but I didn't pay him much attention. He smelt wrong, was nowhere near as big as the big man, nor did he manage to hold my attention.
For the first time I looked around at the room I found myself in. A massive stone table took up most of it and couldn't help but draw your eye. With four mighty beats of my wings I found myself soaring up and onto the table with its many and bright colors. Green hues did combat with yellow tints all over the thing and frankly it proved rather dizzying.
It was too big to take in for now. Maybe later.
Oh, the humans are whispering to each other.
I could hear the sounds they were making, but could not pick up much more than their respective tones. The uninteresting man with the strange scent still spoke frantically and the big man seemed rather frustrated.
I knew what that was like.
Until the latter finally bit out, "No, I shall not lie to it, Cressen." And turned towards me, "Have you made a decision, little Dragon?"
Well...I certainly didn't want to known as a little anything. And of course I was a Dragon. He was a Human and you don't see me... Shit. I've been calling him big human, haven't I?
"Yes." I caught the big man's gaze and continue, "You may name me, big man, after you share your name." Before he could reply I stormed onward, "Unless I can name you, in which case I would dub you He-Of-The-Skilled-Fingers."
And then he flashed his teeth at me. Did I do something wrong? Why was he threatening to bite me?
I peeling my lips back and showed him my own teeth, which only made him show more of his teeth. And yet...there was no attack forthcoming. He was bigger than me. Much bigger than me. Why would he need to threaten me?
"No, little Dragon. I am called Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone and Master of Ships to my brother, His Grace-."
I interrupted him, "Please don't give me such a long name."
Which seemed to make the uninteresting man screech out loud. And then Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone and Master of Ships to my brother, His Grace...suddenly showed even more of his teeth.
To which I could only respond with peeling my own lips back.
Hmm, he still didn't attack me. What a perfectly strange human.
AN: Commentary and feedback are appropriate sacrifices for my muse.
AN: My muse temporarily abandoned me. To spark it back up I'm writing up this lighthearted romp with short 1k chapters. This is the story of a Dragon exploring Planetos with his Human Stannis Baratheon.
289 AC – Dragonstone
For the longest time there was nothing. No stimuli, barely any coherent thought to speak off and everything I did recall was pieced together after the fact. I vaguely remembered being content in my cocoon of warmth, even if I wasn't aware of it.
For the longest time I simply was. Until I wasn't.
Bright lights – with the fury of a thousand suns – woke me from my slumber. Sounds assaulted my senses and I felt my entire being reverberate. From one moment to the next, everything changed. A fuzzy and enormous being crowded me, kept screaming at me and I blindly lashed out. Instinctively I attempted to scream, but my screeching sounded underwhelming even to my ears. I threw a hissy fit, flared my wings and frantically fluttered them around.
I felt myself rise momentarily until my wings gave out and I unceremoniously crashed into the large fuzzy creature. It screamed even louder which simply sent me off in a deeper vicious cycle of fear and anger. I felt one of its massive limbs grab hold of me, pinning my wings to my sides while its other limb firmly held me by my jaws. Being trapped thus did nothing to improve my anxiety. My only solace was that the massive monster had finally stopped screaming at me. Instead it hissed, so softly and soothingly that I couldn't help but calm down.
Slowly, ever so slowly the world came into focus for me. The fuzziness that plagued me withdrew from the edges of my sight until everything fell into place. I had long since ceased struggling and let the giant continue it ministrations.
Right now it was stroking my neck and it felt glorious.
And then it stopped!
I focused as best I could despite frustration rocking my very being, "Keep going!"
"What?!"
Ahhh. Why must it be so fucking loud.
"What did you say, Dragon?"
I craned my neck around towards the giant thing, only to realize it wasn't a thing. It was a human. A big – massive - man with the most peculiar shocked expression plastered over his face. Was the man hard of hearing, or was he perhaps simple?
"Big man, keep stroking!"
From somewhere off to my left I could hear another voice vaguely stuttering, "M-most c-curious...p-perhaps it is b-best if we indulge the creature, my Lord?"
At the same time the big balding man went back to work I heard him say, "Seven above, it speaks."
At the time I didn't much care for being named an it, nor did I register my own slight hypocrisy. The glorious rubbing of my long neck was enough to occupy the entirety of my mind. It felt divine, after all that time spent collapsed in on myself.
The big man whispered to me, "What is your name, little creature?"
I barely registered my own response, "How should I know?"
Because, honestly. I just woke up. Clearly something horrifying had happened to me at some point, but I'd been inert for so incredibly long I simply could not care anymore. I'm sure I had a name. And other things. I think...
Was it all a dream?
"Would you care for me to name you?"
That did pierce through my veil of bliss. I still recalled the importance of names. I could tell this was something I should be paying attention to. With some slight effort I freed myself from the big man's arms and gently glided to the ground. Through the workings of some sort of instinct I chased my own tail for a moment, before finally settling down on my hind limbs.
I stared up at the big man and got myself a good look in. He was large, I even got the vaguest of impressions that he was solidly at the high end of large humans, and looked mostly well put together. I noticed both arms intact, both legs easily carrying his weight and a large chest that held it all together admirably. I couldn't quite make a judgment on the state of his head, or the lack of hair upon his head as the other had, but everything seemed to be working.
"I..."
I fell silent.
Did I mind him naming me? I knew I needed a name. I knew it was somehow important, but shouldn't I do that myself? Wasn't that how it was done? And if so...why do I remember someone warm and soft cooing my name?
What was it?
Who was it?
I forced myself to keep focusing, to keep thinking and eventually I was rewarded with a slightly longer flash of memory. I looked down at myself – and was instantly pleased with what I saw – and looked back up at the big man.
"Are you...my mother?"
Before he even answered – and got over his coughing fit - I knew it was wrong. I continued speaking, "That is the wrong word, I think."
The big man frowned and spoke, "No, I am not your mother, little Dragon. Nor, if that is what you meant, am I your father."
"Oh."
For some reason that didn't feel all that good. I could vaguely sense of the other manling behind me frantically waving at the big man, but I didn't pay him much attention. He smelt wrong, was nowhere near as big as the big man, nor did he manage to hold my attention.
For the first time I looked around at the room I found myself in. A massive stone table took up most of it and couldn't help but draw your eye. With four mighty beats of my wings I found myself soaring up and onto the table with its many and bright colors. Green hues did combat with yellow tints all over the thing and frankly it proved rather dizzying.
It was too big to take in for now. Maybe later.
Oh, the humans are whispering to each other.
I could hear the sounds they were making, but could not pick up much more than their respective tones. The uninteresting man with the strange scent still spoke frantically and the big man seemed rather frustrated.
I knew what that was like.
Until the latter finally bit out, "No, I shall not lie to it, Cressen." And turned towards me, "Have you made a decision, little Dragon?"
Well...I certainly didn't want to known as a little anything. And of course I was a Dragon. He was a Human and you don't see me... Shit. I've been calling him big human, haven't I?
"Yes." I caught the big man's gaze and continue, "You may name me, big man, after you share your name." Before he could reply I stormed onward, "Unless I can name you, in which case I would dub you He-Of-The-Skilled-Fingers."
And then he flashed his teeth at me. Did I do something wrong? Why was he threatening to bite me?
I peeling my lips back and showed him my own teeth, which only made him show more of his teeth. And yet...there was no attack forthcoming. He was bigger than me. Much bigger than me. Why would he need to threaten me?
"No, little Dragon. I am called Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone and Master of Ships to my brother, His Grace-."
I interrupted him, "Please don't give me such a long name."
Which seemed to make the uninteresting man screech out loud. And then Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone and Master of Ships to my brother, His Grace...suddenly showed even more of his teeth.
To which I could only respond with peeling my own lips back.
Hmm, he still didn't attack me. What a perfectly strange human.
AN: Commentary and feedback are appropriate sacrifices for my muse.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
You are a dragon.
That alone is worthy of being watched!
That alone is worthy of being watched!
- Location
- The Void
Can a dragon gain a lordship or a knighthood?
Lets watch and find out.
Lets watch and find out.
I'm having politics play out in the background, but the Dragon will (or simply can't) care about that. It might not stop the Dragon from leaving droppings on Robert's head, but that would just be because hes too loud and not because hes sending a politically motivated message.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
So now you are not only Stabby, but Fire Lord Stabby of Dragonstone
Well.
Hail Stannis, King on the Iron Throne.
If Renly and his Tyrells Bitch about it, just tell them to meet you at the Field between Goldengrove and Bitterbridge, they'll know which one you mean.
Hail Stannis, King on the Iron Throne.
If Renly and his Tyrells Bitch about it, just tell them to meet you at the Field between Goldengrove and Bitterbridge, they'll know which one you mean.
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Huh. I know you've spent a huge amount of time on Stabby, but this premise is actually more fun and interesting (to me, at least). I hope you'll consider putting lots of time into continuing this. 
On a completely different note, I was originally going to jokingly ask about introducing guns. But on second thought, even though that would still be a terrible idea, I'm now imagining machine guns and artillery being mounted on the back of a dragon. >_>
On a completely different note, I was originally going to jokingly ask about introducing guns. But on second thought, even though that would still be a terrible idea, I'm now imagining machine guns and artillery being mounted on the back of a dragon. >_>
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- Location
- Some park.
"Fear my cat size dragon!"
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Yea, you should check the Date.
It's 289, if timeline follows canon Big Bobby B, dies in 298, the war if it happens kicks off in 299.
Drogon the Dragon, is larger then a Lorry at 6 years; at 10 years?
Drabby the Dragon will be Bigger still, and perfectly able to Insta-BBQ knights and horses, and be impervious to anything less then a ballista.
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Icecoldfunk
Rest in Peace
- Location
- Australia
That was adorable!
The Magician
Yeet
- Location
- The Basement
Perfect
- Location
- Some park.
It appears me no bueno at reading at night.
Shadowofdeath
DUKE OF DEATH
- Location
- North Las Vegas Nevada
A dragon wearing barantheon banners the targaryen will be rolling in their graves just point that out to Robert and he will be fine with it
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- Location
- Philippines
Reminds me of how freshly hatched dragons act in Naomi Novik's Temeraire series.
House Baratheon, is a Cadet Branch of Targaryen so meh.
Silveraith
Argent Phantasm
- Location
- Terra Atlantus
Targaryens are traditionally burned rather then buried; likely a hold over from Valyria.
I like to believe they did this because they're god(s) disliked the Great Other and they didn't want to be raised into undeath. While all men must die, they need not serve.
Valyria interestingly, had total religious freedom, so while the High Valyrians cremated, there was probably a multitude of other burial ceremonies available to pick from.
We know this because of Norvos, the Bearded Priests of Norvos actually up and left, moving clear across the continent so they could found a monotheist state that prohibited all other religions, very Pilgrim Fathers.
Of course that only lasted for a bit as the Dragon Riders came knocking.
Shadowofdeath
DUKE OF DEATH
- Location
- North Las Vegas Nevada
While their ashes will roll then
