Daemon Targaryen

To be entirely honest, he was looking forward to seeing this bastard of Corlys's given the news that the man had relayed to him. Not least because he was interested in seeing what dragon had remained hidden for several years. Something that he had not thought was to be very likely, given the fact the dragons required the freedom to fly and feed, for they were the rulers of the skies. That one was able to remain hidden was both of interest and of use in the upcoming campaign. Because the simple fact was, while one dragon would be useful, two or more would make sure the inevitable victory come all the sooner.

That and he was curious what a Yi Tish dragon was like. But the hour was late and the fleet was assembling... and the bastard should have been here by now. Which is when he noticed a storm cloud, a small one, moving in. One that seemed to be over a single sloop that was making its way from around the island. "Finally." Wings pushed down as Caraxes roared, taking to the skies. There was, from the sloop, an answering roar. "Well now, let us go and see why they made us wait..."

It did not take long at all to see the absurd sight, of a sloop wreathed in a ring of clouds and water, the storm overhead... and what seemed to merely be a man sitting on a throne, a sword across his lap and a fox on his head. And then, in the clouds, there was the suggestion of lightning, flashing and booming as he moved to graze what in other vessels would be a crows nest... and yet it seemed to be much larger than it should be. A dragons nest? Clever, even as the sloop was moving with great speed, as if it was the wind instead of being driven by it.

Still, claws nearly grazed it, when a dark purple serpent, flying without wings, darted from the storm, tail swinging and a wave of wind and water buffeting him as the creature floated in the skies, lightning dancing around their hide. It was less as if it were flying, and more as if they were swimming in the air. It rippled, as it roared, its voice the booming crash of thunder and surf, even as he was forced to wing away, to turn rapidly.

Now this? This may be interesting indeed.

Crabfeeder

Now, if they had been fighting merely mortal men, even dragons, they would have managed to at least make the people of the Sunset Lands work for it. But no, somehow the accursed scions of the doomed lands had managed to get a ship made of storms and a dragon cruel beyond belief, despite not breathing fire. And they were together, because the storm ship was far too fast to keep in formation, racing along the waves like a dark cloud and just as agile.

And then, even as they hid in the caves... most dragons would not land. Most dragons would not breathe out a cloud of grit that bonded to every damp patch on their bodies, exploding into welts and itching sores. They threw themselves into the sea to find relief, only to have the salt water make it worse, burning and ravaging their flesh every bit as much as dragon fire... and yet the powder lingered. It remained in the ground, on the surfaces of the ships, on the food. A cruel and lingering death, as they desperately tried to reach the ship, to shoot down the dragon.

It had reached the point where the men preferred charging into the flames of the winged dragons, as death would come regardless. They merely had to ask how painful the end would be, even as they were pushed back to Bloodstone. The caves sheltering from flame... but doing little to stop the storm and waters seeping in and causing rust and rot. And it was not as if they had not tried to shoot the demon down. But there was, according to some, a fox on its head, and it seemed that it was never quite where they expected it to be, like a spear stuck into the water.

Laenor Velaryon

To be entirely honest, his bastard half brother was terrifying. It wasn't even that he had an obviously magical ship (which he could tell made their father very interested indeed), or a serpentine storm dragon who apparently could breath more than one substance in place of fire. No, it was the fact that said dragon was coiled around him as he scratched and rubbed her head, the dragon purring in pleasure, one hind leg actually smacking the ground.

Even the fox on his head, with its multiple tails was... still strange, but less so in some respects. "So, father mentioned you were married?"

He did not yet have a bride, even if... well, he would do his duty, But, her eyes closed, the dragon spoke, head leaning into his brother. "Indeed honorable brother." This was a dream, was it not, as he stared at the three of them, man and beasts. "My husband did not fight his fate for long, and has been a most pleasing partner since."

The fox giggled, surprisingly human and feminine, tails swaying as she looked at him. Still, his half brother nodded. "Yes. Its not the usual one, but as Hinata said, 'I am a dragon, your argument is invalid.'"

He nodded, slowly, as he would speak, the words almost dream like. "Ah, given the nature of things, asking for advice on how to be a good husband would be..." He paused. "Not quite as applicable?"

For a moment, there is an image of two women, two human women, in place of animals. And then his brother had a pair of black coverings over his eyes. "Brother? Regardless of species, clear communication is a must. Additionally, keeping secrets can backfire badly. Though, the advice that may not be relevant given your tastes?" He stilled, as he wondered just how he knew. "Get good at massages and easting pussy."

There was a wave that broke behind them, a rainbow that perfectly framed Laevon and his partners. Yes, he would go to sleep. Hopefully things made sense in the morning.