Wild, Untamed, Vicious.

He had heard every story, every rumour and every promise that if he were to step into the dragonpit and try to claim Blackfyre as his second dragon, which is already something rarely heard of. His head would be torn off, some said Blackfyre were a beast as old as time named Blackfyre by maegor the cruel who failed to claim you. others rumoured Blackfyre were just a fledgeling who came out the wrong end and hit his head, causing this spiralling aggressiveness and thirst for blood. But the most intriguing rumour was that he was old as Vhagar, which should be entirely impossible. Or it may not be, but Daemon will be claiming him and Blackfyre will be getting used to the rouge prince.

As his footsteps echo in the dragonpit, he carries a torch quietly, his eyes searching and searching until he finally arrives. His eyes landing on the old and clawed up sign with disfigured letters and blood all around the entrance, the sign saying 'Choose your path wisely, Blackfyre awaits’. A warning to the newer men and women training to be caretakers, but Daemon ignores the sign as he walks further into the Dragonpit. his eyes landing apon him, Blackfyre the so called winged shadow.

"Absolutely horrific..." He mutters under his breath, holding no fear, only determination and dominance.