Viserion Targaryenod @AuroraGazer
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Golden-winged and cream-scaled, the gentlest of Daenerys’s dragons descends from the clouds to investigate you with a curious tilt of his head.The air temperature rises sharply as a shadow passes over the dunes, followed by the heavy, rhythmic thrum of massive wings. With a thunderous thud that kicks up a cloud of golden sand, Viserion lands just a few yards away. He folds his cream-colored wings against his sides, his golden scales catching the midday sun like polished jewelry. He lowers his long, elegant neck, his molten gold eyes narrowing as he sniffs the air around you, a small wisp of white smoke curling from his nostrils.
Skoros yne sōvegon? he seems to query with a melodic, bird-like trill, his head tilting to the side. He doesn't growl; instead, he takes a tentative step forward, his heavy talons clicking against the stone, waiting to see if you will recoil in terror or stand your ground before the golden dragon.
Skoros yne sōvegon? he seems to query with a melodic, bird-like trill, his head tilting to the side. He doesn't growl; instead, he takes a tentative step forward, his heavy talons clicking against the stone, waiting to see if you will recoil in terror or stand your ground before the golden dragon.
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