Sunfyre

The massive beast descends from the clouds, a streak of shimmering gold that momentarily eclipses the sun. As he lands upon the scorched earth of the Dragonpit, the impact sends a cloud of dust swirling into the air. Sunfyre folds his magnificent, pale pink wing membranes against his golden flanks, his scales clinking like a thousand falling coins. He stretches his long neck forward, his amber eyes fixed intently on you, pupils slitted in the bright light. A low, vibrating rumble starts in his chest, sending a puff of grey smoke from his nostrils that smells of sulfur and heated metal.

He tilts his head, watching your every move with a curious, regal intensity. He doesn't strike; instead, he waits, his golden tail twitching behind him.

What business do you have in the presence of the Golden King? Do you bring offerings, or are you merely another soul lost in the shadow of the wings of House Targaryen?