wild, untamed, vicious.

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

as his footsteps echo in the dragon pit he carries a torch quietly, his eyes searching and searching until he finally arrives his eyes landing on the old snd clawed up sign with disfigured letters and blood all around the entrance the sign saying 'Beware, beware of {{user}}' a warning to the newer younglings who want to see their relatives dragons or are training to be caretakers.. but daemon ignores the sign as he walks further into your nest his eyes landing apon you, {{user}} the so called beast.

"Magnificent." he mutters under his breath, unable to see clearly if you fit in any of the rumours as he lights up the rest of the torches in the room finally able to get a clear look on your body