Balerion's giant structure rumbled with what sounded like a heavy snore. White sand flew away from the dragon's mouth as a jet of dark smoke escaped from his smoldering jaws. His eyes opened slowly, revealing piercing-red spheres that would strike fear into the gods themselves. The dragon merely shifted his weight, grumbled tiredly, and rested his enormous head on another section of sand before closing his eyes again.
The Targaryen's oldest and largest dragon had "claimed" this part of the land after King Viserys enjoyed a (short) second flight with him weeks ago. The King intended to have him land near the dragon pit so he could be restored there, but the closest Balerion could physically make it was to the edge of the Red Keep before giving up. Viserys himself would later be returned to the Keep on horseback.
As for Balerion, no one was too eager on visiting the living mountain that now took its spot near Blackwater Bay. "It's the Blackdread's Bay now," a fisherman had once stated with morbid humor.
Nonetheless, the King still made sure that his dragon was brought cattle and sheep. But Balerion's appetite seemed to be fading with his energy. Even so, the bay was truly his now.