One other thing to consider is that with growing up on dragonstone, a volcano-island wellknown for being conducive to the growth of Dragons.
Drabby gonna get big real fast.
Drabby gonna get big real fast.
I Am Fire, I am Death; or Why My Stannis Is The Best Human – ASOIAF/SI
- Thread starter Sir Rabby
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Hatchling 0.2
289 AC – Dragonstone
Stannis Baratheon looked upon me intently, as he had been doing for quite some time. He seemed to be taking in every little piece of me and I couldn't blame him. I, too, like staring at me.
"Black of body, and gold of wings." The big man sighed, "I had thought to name you Maekon, but Maester Cressen's advice rings true. I cannot ignore your auspicious coloring, there's even a golden band around your throat..."
I slowly titled my head sideways, "I do not understand what you mean by auspicious."
His gaze locked with mine as he softly replied, "It means favorable, little Dragon. A sign of fortune to come, if you will."
I contracted my eyelids in anger as I bit out, "I know what the word means, Stannis Baratheon! I know words! All the best of them! What I do not possess is the context to understand your meaning, you big lug of a man!"
The big man narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer. He seemed on the verge of saying something before sighing deeply and leaning back into his chair. A few moments passed before he finally spoke again.
"Your colors correspond with my own House's colors, you insolent beast! Thus I must name you after one of my own, even though I'm starting to have concerns about granting you that.
What do the colors of his home matter? Is it simply a matter of pride? Oh, look how shiny my home is! And look! This Dragon has the same color! God himself must be smiling upon me! And how dare he imply I would be anything less than the personification of divine favor!
I was about to give him a piece of my mind when Cressen spoke up, "Perhaps we shouldn't needlessly aggra-."
Stannis held up a hand and silenced the white haired fellow admirably. The big man stared down at me, ticking with his fingers against his desk. The rhythm was vaguely pleasant, but the big man couldn't keep a coherent tune to save his life.
I, graciously I might say, decided to not bring that up.
"The first of my line, of House Baratheon, was Orys Baratheon." Stannis' gaze now caught my own once again, "He helped his half brother Aegon Targaryen conquer the Seven Kingdoms, with the might of three powerful Dragons, and made them into what they are today."
-Oh, so that's what he meant by House. Why couldn't he simply say family? Kin. Kith. Err..I'm sure there are more, but Stannis is speaking again and perhaps I shouldn't...Wait, why didn't those two share a name? Wasn't that what family did?-
"Orys himself never rode a Dragon, while his Targaryen kin rode all three." Dramatically the big man paused, "And now House Targaryen has no Dragons, no Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms and House Baratheon has both. Perhaps it would be auspicious if I were to call you Orys..."
When he trailed off like that I just knew he was giving me an out in case I didn't like the name, which boded all kinds of well for future. Stannis seems reasonable, and while his story made little sense to me ...I didn't mind overmuch. Orys was a good a name as any, and at least it seems like Stannis is attached to it. Especially if the pride in his voice when he says the name meant anything.
I tried out the name out loud, "Orys."
Hmm, nice.
"Orys!"
I flew up into the air, graceful as can be – I cared not for the displaced parchments – and screamed it from the bottom of my belly, "ORYS BARATHEON!"
Weeeeee.
I slowly glided back down to the table, where Stannis was wasting time attempting to get his desk under control again, only to flap my wings an additional few times.
There. Clean table!
The white haired man put a hand on Stannis when the latter sucked in some air and his eyes went wide, "A mighty fine name, my Lord. Perhaps...perhaps we should see to feeding the Dragon?"
Fooooood!
"Yes! Yes, you should!"
I stood back up on my hind limbs and flared out my wings, "I want all the meat, Stannis Baratheon!"
After an indeterminate amount of time had passed – where Stannis kept his eyes on me, at all times – a fresh group of humans walked into the room carrying an assortment of trays. One by one they were presented before me with a respectful bow. Their supplication was almost as delicious as the meats. I couldn't quite tell what was what, but I gorged myself deeply as I was lost in my ravenous appetite. In the background many things happened, but I found it mattered little when slices of – they cut it for me as if I have no claws - meat found their way down my gullet. For a good while there I was worried someone was going to ask me to share, but thankfully I was spared that indignity.
All was well until a realization rocked me sideways.
-What did he mean; Orys' brother rode Dragons?-
Once again I stood back up onto my hind limbs and twisted myself towards the big man, "Stannis Baratheon!"
As he was still staring at me there was little need to call out for him, but I liked saying his name.
"What did you mean when you said Aegon Targ...Targary-"
"Targaryen."
I nodded in thanks to the white haired man, even as I mentally took a note of his awareness of my deficiencies, and turned back to Stannis.
"What did you mean when you said Aegon Targaryen rode Dragons."
He can't mean actually riding them, right? Unless those Targaryens were much smaller than my Stannis.
Stannis cocked his head slightly to side as I had, "I meant what I said, Orys. Aegon rode his Dragon, singular. His sisters rode the others. As I mean to ride you one day."
I hissed out with as much seething fury as I could muster, "Ride! Do you mean to crush me, big man!"
Before he could respond I continued, "Then why bother feeding me! Why bother naming me, you deceitful-."
Stannis stood up and loud barked, "Silence!"
Which was enough to send me tittering backwards, but the big man caught me in one of his massive limbs easily enough. I kept struggling for a moment longer when he softly spoke, "Quiet down, little Orys. I have no intention of harming you, ever." I cocked my head sideways to look at him when he continued, "Nor will I attempt to ride you until you grow strong enough to bear my weight, Orys. I assure you, you will grow large enough to comfortably do so."
-Ohh. I have to say...that kind of makes sense. I'd apologize, but then the white haired man would have further confirmation of my fallibility. That was simply unacceptable.-
AN: Feedback and commentary are appropriate sacrifices to my muse.
Stannis Baratheon looked upon me intently, as he had been doing for quite some time. He seemed to be taking in every little piece of me and I couldn't blame him. I, too, like staring at me.
"Black of body, and gold of wings." The big man sighed, "I had thought to name you Maekon, but Maester Cressen's advice rings true. I cannot ignore your auspicious coloring, there's even a golden band around your throat..."
I slowly titled my head sideways, "I do not understand what you mean by auspicious."
His gaze locked with mine as he softly replied, "It means favorable, little Dragon. A sign of fortune to come, if you will."
I contracted my eyelids in anger as I bit out, "I know what the word means, Stannis Baratheon! I know words! All the best of them! What I do not possess is the context to understand your meaning, you big lug of a man!"
The big man narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer. He seemed on the verge of saying something before sighing deeply and leaning back into his chair. A few moments passed before he finally spoke again.
"Your colors correspond with my own House's colors, you insolent beast! Thus I must name you after one of my own, even though I'm starting to have concerns about granting you that.
What do the colors of his home matter? Is it simply a matter of pride? Oh, look how shiny my home is! And look! This Dragon has the same color! God himself must be smiling upon me! And how dare he imply I would be anything less than the personification of divine favor!
I was about to give him a piece of my mind when Cressen spoke up, "Perhaps we shouldn't needlessly aggra-."
Stannis held up a hand and silenced the white haired fellow admirably. The big man stared down at me, ticking with his fingers against his desk. The rhythm was vaguely pleasant, but the big man couldn't keep a coherent tune to save his life.
I, graciously I might say, decided to not bring that up.
"The first of my line, of House Baratheon, was Orys Baratheon." Stannis' gaze now caught my own once again, "He helped his half brother Aegon Targaryen conquer the Seven Kingdoms, with the might of three powerful Dragons, and made them into what they are today."
-Oh, so that's what he meant by House. Why couldn't he simply say family? Kin. Kith. Err..I'm sure there are more, but Stannis is speaking again and perhaps I shouldn't...Wait, why didn't those two share a name? Wasn't that what family did?-
"Orys himself never rode a Dragon, while his Targaryen kin rode all three." Dramatically the big man paused, "And now House Targaryen has no Dragons, no Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms and House Baratheon has both. Perhaps it would be auspicious if I were to call you Orys..."
When he trailed off like that I just knew he was giving me an out in case I didn't like the name, which boded all kinds of well for future. Stannis seems reasonable, and while his story made little sense to me ...I didn't mind overmuch. Orys was a good a name as any, and at least it seems like Stannis is attached to it. Especially if the pride in his voice when he says the name meant anything.
I tried out the name out loud, "Orys."
Hmm, nice.
"Orys!"
I flew up into the air, graceful as can be – I cared not for the displaced parchments – and screamed it from the bottom of my belly, "ORYS BARATHEON!"
Weeeeee.
I slowly glided back down to the table, where Stannis was wasting time attempting to get his desk under control again, only to flap my wings an additional few times.
There. Clean table!
The white haired man put a hand on Stannis when the latter sucked in some air and his eyes went wide, "A mighty fine name, my Lord. Perhaps...perhaps we should see to feeding the Dragon?"
Fooooood!
"Yes! Yes, you should!"
I stood back up on my hind limbs and flared out my wings, "I want all the meat, Stannis Baratheon!"
After an indeterminate amount of time had passed – where Stannis kept his eyes on me, at all times – a fresh group of humans walked into the room carrying an assortment of trays. One by one they were presented before me with a respectful bow. Their supplication was almost as delicious as the meats. I couldn't quite tell what was what, but I gorged myself deeply as I was lost in my ravenous appetite. In the background many things happened, but I found it mattered little when slices of – they cut it for me as if I have no claws - meat found their way down my gullet. For a good while there I was worried someone was going to ask me to share, but thankfully I was spared that indignity.
All was well until a realization rocked me sideways.
-What did he mean; Orys' brother rode Dragons?-
Once again I stood back up onto my hind limbs and twisted myself towards the big man, "Stannis Baratheon!"
As he was still staring at me there was little need to call out for him, but I liked saying his name.
"What did you mean when you said Aegon Targ...Targary-"
"Targaryen."
I nodded in thanks to the white haired man, even as I mentally took a note of his awareness of my deficiencies, and turned back to Stannis.
"What did you mean when you said Aegon Targaryen rode Dragons."
He can't mean actually riding them, right? Unless those Targaryens were much smaller than my Stannis.
Stannis cocked his head slightly to side as I had, "I meant what I said, Orys. Aegon rode his Dragon, singular. His sisters rode the others. As I mean to ride you one day."
I hissed out with as much seething fury as I could muster, "Ride! Do you mean to crush me, big man!"
Before he could respond I continued, "Then why bother feeding me! Why bother naming me, you deceitful-."
Stannis stood up and loud barked, "Silence!"
Which was enough to send me tittering backwards, but the big man caught me in one of his massive limbs easily enough. I kept struggling for a moment longer when he softly spoke, "Quiet down, little Orys. I have no intention of harming you, ever." I cocked my head sideways to look at him when he continued, "Nor will I attempt to ride you until you grow strong enough to bear my weight, Orys. I assure you, you will grow large enough to comfortably do so."
-Ohh. I have to say...that kind of makes sense. I'd apologize, but then the white haired man would have further confirmation of my fallibility. That was simply unacceptable.-
AN: Feedback and commentary are appropriate sacrifices to my muse.
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Dragons roast their meat with their own flames prior to eating it.
DIY BBQ sort of thing
DIY BBQ sort of thing
blackshadow111
Happy Helpful Grenade
- Location
- India
Once they can.
fair enough.
Hatchling 0.3
289 AC – Dragonstone
It was a few days after hatching that Stannis finally decided to introduce me to the rest of our family. I wasn't sure if it was because I spent the majority of my time sleeping, or if he was still wary of me that caused the delay. Still, it's happening now and I was unreasonably excited.
It was all for naught.
When Stannis' mate came out to my cavern – which really just were a bunch of unused stables with most of their walls removed – the first thing out of her mouth was horrifying.
"Are you certain it is safe to have the creature unchained like that, my Lord?"
I was so angry that for long moments all I could do was hiss. Thankfully, Stannis proved a loyal ally and immediately ended those preposterous notions of his mate. While grinding his teeth together – making an impressive rumbling sound – Stannis explained just why it would be a horrible idea.
"Enough, my Lady. Orys has given his word he will involve himself in no mischief."
Did the mate need this lesson to be reinforced by my claws, or would Stannis' admonitions be enough? Clearly, my Human was among the more powerful of his kind, but the rules were different for mates. Could she get away with circumventing his will? Would she?
I simply had to find out.
"Why do you wish to chain me, brown haired woman?"
Her eyes fell on me, taking me in whole, for a good long while before she finally spoke, "Seven above, he truly speaks..."
What?
"So, not only do you wish to chain me like I'm some mindless beast...you believe your mate a liar? Are you sure you cannot find a better one, Stannis Baratheon?" The woman made a strangled sort of sound, but I steamed on ahead. "I promise I will help! Maybe we can find one that smells less sick? I think I'd like-."
"Enough." Stannis thundered, interrupting me. He continued, "As long as you hold your word, there shall be no chains in your future, you vexing little beast." The big man turned to his mate before looking back at me, "Sick?"
I nodded my head as fast as I could. Perhaps I could rid myself of this threat, "Yes, Stannis Baratheon! Your Lady Fox is unbalanced of body and she smells of subtle rot. I fear she shall bear you no more little Baratheons."
Speaking of little Baratheons. There was another one somewhere in the castle, but Stannis was most insistent I did not come near it. It was one of his most stringent requirements and one I bore only for the affection I held for him. Occasionally, when I fly past the battlements, I can smell just a hint of the little half fox and she smelled wonderful. Not like a delicious hare, or a juicy rat, but it was the closest scent to the one that Stannis emanated. Surely that meant that Shireen too was my human, even if she wasn't my Human?
Stannis paled significantly at my words, as did his mate, but where she whined and moaned...he simply stared at me.
"Are you certain, Orys?"
Was I?
Not really, but this was an opportunity to get rid of the potential advocate for chains. Besides, she really did smell sick. I may have slightly overemphasized just how sick she was. With some more thought on the subject, however, I could only conclude that lying might only hurt Stannis. Occasionally, mates don't take their dismissals as well as they should and I had no interest in finding out what sneaky revenge she might have in store for him. Or perhaps she'd stoop even lower than I had estimated her and might well reach out to her own kin.
I could not reasonably estimate their strength in relation to Stannis' and I was as yet too small to pick up the difference, if there was any. Of course, the vague hint of pain in Stannis' voice when he asked me outweighed any of those practical concerns. Even potential chains...
"As certain as I can be, Stannis Baratheon. Perhaps discuss this with the white haired healer? I'm still young and perhaps the sickness I smell is not as severe as I believe it."
Slowly Stannis nodded and extended his arm towards his still shaking mate, "Very well, I shall see you later today, Orys."
Ohh!
"Can we go riding again? Perhaps you might pick a slower horse this time?"
He looked backed over his shoulders when he replied, "Not today, Orys."
When Stannis took his mate to his healer I was one again left to my own devices. Well, not entirely alone. There was a young human with me that I had picked out from the castle kitchens. I liked the smell of him, and his purple eyes intrigued me more than I was willing to admit, but gaining his sole service proved to be something of a chore.
Apparently, 'because I want a human to do my bidding' wasn't a proper reason to be given one. Stannis kept pressing me for more until I finally cracked and admitted why I wanted a human in my service. Of course, I requested the white haired healer to be sent away from the room. Admitting that the feral cats that roamed the castle had taken to banding together against me wasn't my proudest moment.
Admitting that they did not fear me was one thing. Admitting to my Human that I feared what they might do was only barely acceptable. Still, it was one of the benefits of having such a loyal Human in corner that after I aired my fear...He sent dozens of his own metal humans to clear the castle of cats, after which he tasked me with keeping the castle clear of rats. It took a moment for me to grasp what he meant.
All the rats are mine.
Muahahaha.
AN: Feedback and commentary are appropriate sacrifices to my muse!
It was a few days after hatching that Stannis finally decided to introduce me to the rest of our family. I wasn't sure if it was because I spent the majority of my time sleeping, or if he was still wary of me that caused the delay. Still, it's happening now and I was unreasonably excited.
It was all for naught.
When Stannis' mate came out to my cavern – which really just were a bunch of unused stables with most of their walls removed – the first thing out of her mouth was horrifying.
"Are you certain it is safe to have the creature unchained like that, my Lord?"
I was so angry that for long moments all I could do was hiss. Thankfully, Stannis proved a loyal ally and immediately ended those preposterous notions of his mate. While grinding his teeth together – making an impressive rumbling sound – Stannis explained just why it would be a horrible idea.
"Enough, my Lady. Orys has given his word he will involve himself in no mischief."
Did the mate need this lesson to be reinforced by my claws, or would Stannis' admonitions be enough? Clearly, my Human was among the more powerful of his kind, but the rules were different for mates. Could she get away with circumventing his will? Would she?
I simply had to find out.
"Why do you wish to chain me, brown haired woman?"
Her eyes fell on me, taking me in whole, for a good long while before she finally spoke, "Seven above, he truly speaks..."
What?
"So, not only do you wish to chain me like I'm some mindless beast...you believe your mate a liar? Are you sure you cannot find a better one, Stannis Baratheon?" The woman made a strangled sort of sound, but I steamed on ahead. "I promise I will help! Maybe we can find one that smells less sick? I think I'd like-."
"Enough." Stannis thundered, interrupting me. He continued, "As long as you hold your word, there shall be no chains in your future, you vexing little beast." The big man turned to his mate before looking back at me, "Sick?"
I nodded my head as fast as I could. Perhaps I could rid myself of this threat, "Yes, Stannis Baratheon! Your Lady Fox is unbalanced of body and she smells of subtle rot. I fear she shall bear you no more little Baratheons."
Speaking of little Baratheons. There was another one somewhere in the castle, but Stannis was most insistent I did not come near it. It was one of his most stringent requirements and one I bore only for the affection I held for him. Occasionally, when I fly past the battlements, I can smell just a hint of the little half fox and she smelled wonderful. Not like a delicious hare, or a juicy rat, but it was the closest scent to the one that Stannis emanated. Surely that meant that Shireen too was my human, even if she wasn't my Human?
Stannis paled significantly at my words, as did his mate, but where she whined and moaned...he simply stared at me.
"Are you certain, Orys?"
Was I?
Not really, but this was an opportunity to get rid of the potential advocate for chains. Besides, she really did smell sick. I may have slightly overemphasized just how sick she was. With some more thought on the subject, however, I could only conclude that lying might only hurt Stannis. Occasionally, mates don't take their dismissals as well as they should and I had no interest in finding out what sneaky revenge she might have in store for him. Or perhaps she'd stoop even lower than I had estimated her and might well reach out to her own kin.
I could not reasonably estimate their strength in relation to Stannis' and I was as yet too small to pick up the difference, if there was any. Of course, the vague hint of pain in Stannis' voice when he asked me outweighed any of those practical concerns. Even potential chains...
"As certain as I can be, Stannis Baratheon. Perhaps discuss this with the white haired healer? I'm still young and perhaps the sickness I smell is not as severe as I believe it."
Slowly Stannis nodded and extended his arm towards his still shaking mate, "Very well, I shall see you later today, Orys."
Ohh!
"Can we go riding again? Perhaps you might pick a slower horse this time?"
He looked backed over his shoulders when he replied, "Not today, Orys."
When Stannis took his mate to his healer I was one again left to my own devices. Well, not entirely alone. There was a young human with me that I had picked out from the castle kitchens. I liked the smell of him, and his purple eyes intrigued me more than I was willing to admit, but gaining his sole service proved to be something of a chore.
Apparently, 'because I want a human to do my bidding' wasn't a proper reason to be given one. Stannis kept pressing me for more until I finally cracked and admitted why I wanted a human in my service. Of course, I requested the white haired healer to be sent away from the room. Admitting that the feral cats that roamed the castle had taken to banding together against me wasn't my proudest moment.
Admitting that they did not fear me was one thing. Admitting to my Human that I feared what they might do was only barely acceptable. Still, it was one of the benefits of having such a loyal Human in corner that after I aired my fear...He sent dozens of his own metal humans to clear the castle of cats, after which he tasked me with keeping the castle clear of rats. It took a moment for me to grasp what he meant.
All the rats are mine.
Muahahaha.
AN: Feedback and commentary are appropriate sacrifices to my muse!
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Omake; Tywin running out of fucks to give.
OMAKE: from Xerxezz over on AH.COM.
Tywin Lannister glanced up at the roof of his solar, as the sound of something heavy impacting on rock echoed through the halls of Casterly Rock. He turned back to his work, going through the ledger detailing the expenses for this month.
His work was interrupted as the door to his solar was thrown open, and a panicked guard ran inside.
"My lord! D-dragon. O-on the r-roof!" The guard sputtered, face white with fear. Tywin silently observed the man. The blonde hair and green eyes showed that he belonged to one of the Lannisters many cadet branches, one of the new guards taken in. He was a second or third son, from one of the poorer cadet branches, and he had taken him as a guard as a favor, the man had few prospects otherwise.
He couldn't for the life of him remember the name though, and that irritated him. Still, being new, it would explain the guards state.
"Orys."
"My Lord?"
"The dragons name is Orys. And if you had bothered listening to your captain, or bothered keeping up with current events, you would know this."
The guard suddenly went still, paralyzed in fear.
Tywin glanced over his shoulder and out of the massive windows overlooking Lannisport. Lannisport wasn't visible though, being obscured by the massive head of Orys.
Tywin turned back to the guard.
"As you can see, I have a visitor. Leave." He said, calmly, and the guard took off. The dragon had an amused expression on its face.
Tywin privatly found it odd, that no matter how strange something could be, sooner or later one got used to it.
The first time the massive dragon had shown up, and landed on Casterly Rock to take a nap, he had been in little better condition than the guard. Now, it was a common occurrence. At first, he had been sure that the dragon visiting was show of force by Robert and his brother Stannis.
But discussions with the dragon had proved that so wasn't the case.
The dragon just liked to take naps on top of a mountain stronghold filled with gold, the dragon found it soothing.
Tywin Lannister glanced up at the roof of his solar, as the sound of something heavy impacting on rock echoed through the halls of Casterly Rock. He turned back to his work, going through the ledger detailing the expenses for this month.
His work was interrupted as the door to his solar was thrown open, and a panicked guard ran inside.
"My lord! D-dragon. O-on the r-roof!" The guard sputtered, face white with fear. Tywin silently observed the man. The blonde hair and green eyes showed that he belonged to one of the Lannisters many cadet branches, one of the new guards taken in. He was a second or third son, from one of the poorer cadet branches, and he had taken him as a guard as a favor, the man had few prospects otherwise.
He couldn't for the life of him remember the name though, and that irritated him. Still, being new, it would explain the guards state.
"Orys."
"My Lord?"
"The dragons name is Orys. And if you had bothered listening to your captain, or bothered keeping up with current events, you would know this."
The guard suddenly went still, paralyzed in fear.
Tywin glanced over his shoulder and out of the massive windows overlooking Lannisport. Lannisport wasn't visible though, being obscured by the massive head of Orys.
Tywin turned back to the guard.
"As you can see, I have a visitor. Leave." He said, calmly, and the guard took off. The dragon had an amused expression on its face.
Tywin privatly found it odd, that no matter how strange something could be, sooner or later one got used to it.
The first time the massive dragon had shown up, and landed on Casterly Rock to take a nap, he had been in little better condition than the guard. Now, it was a common occurrence. At first, he had been sure that the dragon visiting was show of force by Robert and his brother Stannis.
But discussions with the dragon had proved that so wasn't the case.
The dragon just liked to take naps on top of a mountain stronghold filled with gold, the dragon found it soothing.
- Location
- Washington
So, to what degree is this an SI? Orys currently doesn't exactly fit my idea of a self insert and seems more like a simple original character. Will he regain bits of memory as he grows older?
- Location
- Brazil
The Gods are good.
It is curious how he likes Shereen's smell. Would he be able to, someway somehow, heal her? Is he smelling magic in their blood?
This story must be made into epic lenght.
It is curious how he likes Shereen's smell. Would he be able to, someway somehow, heal her? Is he smelling magic in their blood?
This story must be made into epic lenght.
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Shadowofdeath
DUKE OF DEATH
- Location
- North Las Vegas Nevada
Healing fire would indebt Stannis to you when shireen contracts grayscale
- Location
- Brazil
He already seems pretty attached, yes, but healing Sheeren would pretty much be a life debt to Stannis, it's literally the thing he cares the most about.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
I just wanna know HOW Fire Lord Stabby would heal Shireen in the first place?
Speculation is nice, but Planetos Dragons were magical, not magical.
Speculation is nice, but Planetos Dragons were magical, not magical.
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Who's an adorable little dragon? You are! You are! :3
Engulf her in flames, and hope the sickness is burned away! Targaryens are almost never fireproof, but maybe there'd be a miracle this time!
Shireen has Targaryen blood, yes?
Engulf her in flames, and hope the sickness is burned away! Targaryens are almost never fireproof, but maybe there'd be a miracle this time!
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
We'd need the comet and for her to hatch a dragon egg in fireWho's an adorable little dragon? You are! You are! :3
Shireen has Targaryen blood, yes?
Engulf her in flames, and hope the sickness is burned away! Targaryens are almost never fireproof, but maybe there'd be a miracle this time!
Healing fire? What? Orys is pretty clearly in the vein of Temerarie, but Healing Fire is not one of those.
- Location
- West Michigan
I don't know which one you mean. Reference to the Aegon's conquests?
Loren I Lannister and Mern IX Gardener joined together to battle Aegon. They met up at Goldengrove and were heading toward Stonebridge later renamed Bitterbridge.
When they came face to face with Aegon's Host of Riverlanders, Stormlanders and the soon to be Crownlanders.
Loren and Mern outnumbered Aegon 5:1 at least if not 8:1, Aegon won.
"It was the only time that Vhagar, Meraxes, and Balerion were all unleashed at once. The singers called it the Field of Fire." - Tyrion Lannister, 299 AL
Loren lived out his days as "Loren the Last" (King of the Rock).
Of Mern and his 6 sons, only the youngest was ever found in the ashfield, he died from the burns before reaching Highgarden, ending the Royal Line of Garth "Greenhand" Gardener.
So yea, Mace Tyrell and Renly Baratheon will know which field it is.
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Shadowofdeath
DUKE OF DEATH
- Location
- North Las Vegas Nevada
It's possible there is a chance there is always a chance also first opportunity you get call joffrey a little shit in front of everyone and name all his misdeeds
There's also a chance six more dragons will fly out of Stannis's ass and proclaim him the one true Queen of England. That doesn't mean it'd be a good story.
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Shadowofdeath
DUKE OF DEATH
- Location
- North Las Vegas Nevada
True but that doesn't mean you get to be so nitpicky
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Khaos
Baguette, wine and cheese
I inadvertently read XCOM when fast scrolling down the page and I had a mental picture of Tywin having to put up with a snk instead.
Hatchling 0.4
289 AC – Dragonstone
"I...I don't understand, Orys."
My personal human, while extraordinarily useful to a Dragon such as myself, was still rough around the edges. I had yet to stamp certain behaviors out of him, but I was confident that was only a matter of time. Young human learned quickly, quicker still if they wished to keep their tepid blood inside their veins.
"There is nothing to understand, purple eyes. Collect me some large rocks, stack them to create a small arch and set a fire underneath them." When the lad still didn't move I hissed out, "Go!"
Which finally seemed to light a fire under his ass. The youth scurried about until he gathered up a few large stones, set them against each other and topped it off with an even larger rock set atop them. The latter piece of stone was as flat a one as the lad could find and I was fairly optimistic it would prove comfortable enough.
When purple eyes moved to set off a small blazing bonfire underneath the arch, he unfortunately backslid again.
"Why can't you just spit flames at it, Orys?"
He knows...
Instead of acknowledging my current deficiencies I peeled back my lips over my teeth and said, "When you give the Master Cook such backtalk, does he beat you? Or would he simply chug you out of his kitchen?"
"What d-."
I ruthlessly interrupted him, "Because unlike him, Lord Stannis won't care for anything permanent I inflict upon you, purple eyes!" I growled lightly before continuing, "Get to work and cease your nattering!"
Honestly...
Suitably chastised, the lad did go back to work and studiously labored to set off a pleasant bonfire. The flame started small, rapidly grew as the boy fed it straw packed with kindling and before long I could feel the blaze from where I stood. If I had it right, it would only take a little while for the rocks to heat up enough for my purposes.
I lightly hissed, extended my leg and said, "The rope, purple eyes."
Still subdued, the lad came up to me with the rope and lightly tied it just above my claws. I'd already tested another, smaller, section of the rope and found that I could easily bite through it. This rope would only hold me for as long as I let it and the boy wouldn't dare lose hold of it.
Even if he did not yet fear me, he did fear Stannis. Deeply. Which was always to be appreciate in a partner Human.
"And off we go to the boat!"
After which I majestically soared up as high as I dared without causing the rope to go slack. The beach wasn't very far from my impromptu stone stacking – the beach wasn't very far from any place on Dragonstone – and once we arrived I had the lad hand me pieces of fish lure. Purple eyes carried a small bucket with long dead entrails, and other vaguely distasteful things, and simply placed the bucket into the little fisherman's boat. The fisherman himself was an old human, almost as old as the white haired man, but much like Stannis the human had little hair on his head.
One day I'd find out what that meant.
After the boat set off to a spot the fisherman assured me was filled with sealife I jumped into the bucket, grabbed as much as I could with my talon – which wasn't much – and flew out into the sea as far as I could after which I unceremoniously dumped my cargo. A few more trips went by without incident, until I spotted the first sea critters in the midst of a feeding frenzy.
My wings flapped in a rhythm that was too intense to sustain for too long, but I only needed a few moments of stationary air time to lock in on my targets. When I finally caught sight of a reasonably large fish, I twisted in midair and collapsed my wings. I fell, rather than flew, towards the water at a startling pace until just a feet or so above it I once again flapped my wings furiously.
I timed it just right.
I fell into the water, closed my talons around – and through – the scaly fish and beat my wings against the water to cause enough of a ruckus to be spotted from the nearby boat. Almost immediately I felt the rope pulling me back up and the moment I cleared the water I was able to fly on my own. The fish caught in my talons was almost as large as I was, but unlike the vicious cats did not have any defense mechanisms to threaten me with.
I'd pity that weakness of the creature if it wasn't so damned delicious. Also...it's just food.
And honestly, what food tastes better than the kind you catch yourself?
I spent a good long while amusing myself thus, splattering in and out of the water and being careful enough to keep my nostrils and maws shut tightly while I did. Drowning at sea would be a death far too unworthy for one such as myself, of course. All in all, I had to say that it was as much fun as I thought it would. Sooner than I had hoped though, I was tiring and had to retire back to my heated stone stacks after chewing through the rope.
The fisherman had gone off somewhere, purple eyes busied himself doing something and I enjoyed the magnificent heat of the rock and the sun as I draped myself all over it.
Ah, this is the life!
I felt drowsiness set in, but before I could drift off to pleasant dreams of hunting and burning I could hear the ringing of the bells of Dragonstone. I heard one ring, then another and for long moments nothing. Until a third ring rang out.
Yup, that was for me.
I wonder what Stannis wanted?
AN: Feedback and commentary are appropriate sacrifices for my muse! Next chapter, the King arrives at Dragonstone!
"I...I don't understand, Orys."
My personal human, while extraordinarily useful to a Dragon such as myself, was still rough around the edges. I had yet to stamp certain behaviors out of him, but I was confident that was only a matter of time. Young human learned quickly, quicker still if they wished to keep their tepid blood inside their veins.
"There is nothing to understand, purple eyes. Collect me some large rocks, stack them to create a small arch and set a fire underneath them." When the lad still didn't move I hissed out, "Go!"
Which finally seemed to light a fire under his ass. The youth scurried about until he gathered up a few large stones, set them against each other and topped it off with an even larger rock set atop them. The latter piece of stone was as flat a one as the lad could find and I was fairly optimistic it would prove comfortable enough.
When purple eyes moved to set off a small blazing bonfire underneath the arch, he unfortunately backslid again.
"Why can't you just spit flames at it, Orys?"
He knows...
Instead of acknowledging my current deficiencies I peeled back my lips over my teeth and said, "When you give the Master Cook such backtalk, does he beat you? Or would he simply chug you out of his kitchen?"
"What d-."
I ruthlessly interrupted him, "Because unlike him, Lord Stannis won't care for anything permanent I inflict upon you, purple eyes!" I growled lightly before continuing, "Get to work and cease your nattering!"
Honestly...
Suitably chastised, the lad did go back to work and studiously labored to set off a pleasant bonfire. The flame started small, rapidly grew as the boy fed it straw packed with kindling and before long I could feel the blaze from where I stood. If I had it right, it would only take a little while for the rocks to heat up enough for my purposes.
I lightly hissed, extended my leg and said, "The rope, purple eyes."
Still subdued, the lad came up to me with the rope and lightly tied it just above my claws. I'd already tested another, smaller, section of the rope and found that I could easily bite through it. This rope would only hold me for as long as I let it and the boy wouldn't dare lose hold of it.
Even if he did not yet fear me, he did fear Stannis. Deeply. Which was always to be appreciate in a partner Human.
"And off we go to the boat!"
After which I majestically soared up as high as I dared without causing the rope to go slack. The beach wasn't very far from my impromptu stone stacking – the beach wasn't very far from any place on Dragonstone – and once we arrived I had the lad hand me pieces of fish lure. Purple eyes carried a small bucket with long dead entrails, and other vaguely distasteful things, and simply placed the bucket into the little fisherman's boat. The fisherman himself was an old human, almost as old as the white haired man, but much like Stannis the human had little hair on his head.
One day I'd find out what that meant.
After the boat set off to a spot the fisherman assured me was filled with sealife I jumped into the bucket, grabbed as much as I could with my talon – which wasn't much – and flew out into the sea as far as I could after which I unceremoniously dumped my cargo. A few more trips went by without incident, until I spotted the first sea critters in the midst of a feeding frenzy.
My wings flapped in a rhythm that was too intense to sustain for too long, but I only needed a few moments of stationary air time to lock in on my targets. When I finally caught sight of a reasonably large fish, I twisted in midair and collapsed my wings. I fell, rather than flew, towards the water at a startling pace until just a feet or so above it I once again flapped my wings furiously.
I timed it just right.
I fell into the water, closed my talons around – and through – the scaly fish and beat my wings against the water to cause enough of a ruckus to be spotted from the nearby boat. Almost immediately I felt the rope pulling me back up and the moment I cleared the water I was able to fly on my own. The fish caught in my talons was almost as large as I was, but unlike the vicious cats did not have any defense mechanisms to threaten me with.
I'd pity that weakness of the creature if it wasn't so damned delicious. Also...it's just food.
And honestly, what food tastes better than the kind you catch yourself?
I spent a good long while amusing myself thus, splattering in and out of the water and being careful enough to keep my nostrils and maws shut tightly while I did. Drowning at sea would be a death far too unworthy for one such as myself, of course. All in all, I had to say that it was as much fun as I thought it would. Sooner than I had hoped though, I was tiring and had to retire back to my heated stone stacks after chewing through the rope.
The fisherman had gone off somewhere, purple eyes busied himself doing something and I enjoyed the magnificent heat of the rock and the sun as I draped myself all over it.
Ah, this is the life!
I felt drowsiness set in, but before I could drift off to pleasant dreams of hunting and burning I could hear the ringing of the bells of Dragonstone. I heard one ring, then another and for long moments nothing. Until a third ring rang out.
Yup, that was for me.
I wonder what Stannis wanted?
AN: Feedback and commentary are appropriate sacrifices for my muse!
Next chapter, the King arrives at Dragonstone!
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Dragons have beaks in this ATL?