♔SECOND; "dragons are fire made flesh. and fire is power."

[emblazing]

who; daenerys targaryen
where: near the ocean
what: daenerys finds she has been given a rather telling gift.
status: open.
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The sun was warm, as were the waves. She was not unfamiliar with the sea now, nor had she ever been. She was Stormborn, she was the last daughter borne amidst the crashing of the waves against the ship that bore them away from their home. She had sailed on the ship Balerion and conquered from both sea and 'dirts' as her sun and stars would have said. Her lips twitch then, standing on the beach with the sand against her sandals, her gown a pale purple, reminscent to the wedding silks she had worn on her wedding day.

That had felt almost a decade ago, yet at times it was as near to her as a heartbeat. What had become of the girl with the doe-bright eyes, the innocent purple stare? She is gone, and she cannot return. No red doors shall be your home now. Instead a hard iron chair, with swords that will not pierce.

For Daenerys was a dragon, the last true dragon, and dragons were power and that little girl was gone.

Rhaegal, the green dragon she had woken from his egg, fluttered about against the salty breeze like an oversized seagull, flapping lazily and wheeling back to her shoulder. Drogon was content to flutter about by the waves, dipping his clawed feet in and flapping upwards, repeating the gesture as she watched with a fond smile. It was Viserion who remained in her arms, sleepy and scales warmed by the sun.


I am far from where I should be. I have no knights, no khalasar, no army of freed men --no city. And far across the sea my people wait for my coming, whether they believe me to live or not. I have no place here.

And worse still, Daenerys had absolutely no one she could trust. For a moment she felt that she was still very much a young girl, lost and bewildered on the shores of an unknown sea, longing for a place of her own, whether it was a city she'd conquered or the throne that was hers by birthright.

A spout of flame caught her eye. Her fiercest child, Drogon, was spouting out licks of flames freely now, the sight enough to make her lips twitch as she smiled lightly. "How strong you grow, " She called to him, laughter in her voice. The flames encouraged her. The dragons gave her hope, pride-- a reminder to not forget who she was, and what she was was by no means an ordinary woman. She had walked through flame and ash, had conquered the slave cities and freed slaves who cried out to her as 'mother'. She might be lost, but she was certainly not 'nothing'.

Seating herself on one of the rocks, she allowed herself to wet her toes a bit by the water's edge, thinking silently of what to plan. She felt a vague tickle in her throat, the more she thought, the more she felt her frustration rise. It was like a ball of fire in her stomach, coiling and rising to her throat like licks of smoke.

Which was what exactly escaped from Daenerys' lips. Little tendrils of smoke, dark and bitter escaping her parted mouth. Daenerys coughed then, bewildered and confused. It reminded her of what her dragons would have done before they breathed their first shoot of flame. Soon enough Dany was coughing into her hands, as more and more smoke came out. It felt as if her nose was tickling, her throat full of hot air.

Daenerys swallowed, taking a breath and coughing as harshly as she could to clear her throat, though she knew not why the smoke came from her and not her dragons.

Nor did she expect that when she parted her mouth and exhaled that final cough that a long stream of flames would come from them. For a minute Daenerys simply stared, bewildered, eyes wide. She knew fires could not burn her, that her blood was of old Valyria, but what she did was what an actual dragon would do. Her own fierce children lifted their eyes to her, screeching confusion and curiosity at their mother's actions.

Dany stood up on shaky limbs, feeling as if she would quiver from excitement and bewilderment both at once. I am a dragon--and a dragon does not know fear.

So when Dany opened her mouth again and breathed in, summoning whatever heat had been in her belly before with as much concentration as she could, (it took a good fifteen minutes afterwards) did she step back, lean forward with her silver hair sleek over her shoulders, and breathe. The fire came out quicker, longer and bigger than before. She found her teeth not burning, her lips the same temperature as before. It did not hurt her. It was a part of her.

Dany was wordless, blinking at Drogon who had flown to her shoulder to watch, her lips twitching in an incredulous smile. There was raw power flooding in her veins, and it did not frighten her any longer. She had always been a dragon. Perhaps her blood was also made of flame. She laughed then, a quiet, exultant little laugh as she held her black dragon in both her hands, incredulous. She had breathed fire, as if she were a real dragon.

Any doubts of her capability to go home and failed her. She would still make miracles. She would continue to overcome her adversities. There was no longer any reason to doubt. Her mind was less clouded now, as if this strange happening had been an encouragement for her to continue her search for an escape, not just for her but for all.

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[canistricari]

He slithered between her legs and around in a squiggled circle, enjoying the feel of the sand on his body.

"Didn't you know?" he asked gleefully. He had, of course, been speaking of the ocean and not her ability to breath fire.

"When the world began there was only water! It was I who sent the first duck down to the bottom to bring up the mud from which the very land you're standing on was formed!"

[emblazing]

Dany couldn't say she particularly felt actual fear from the creature, whatever he was. His manner was boastful that much she knew, and she didn't bother hiding how her mouth twitched at his words.

"The Dothraki and many other such peoples believe differently."

[canistricari]

Coyote stuck his forked tongue out at the dragons watching him. If he had not been in snake form, he would have strutted.

In fact, he rather liked the sound of that, and his body expanded and twisted as he took his normal form again so that he could leer at them properly.

"There are a great many stories! As many stories as there are people." And in the end, he knew, that was all they were.

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She watched him shift, thinking of the stories she had read as a child. Of wargs and maegi. She wonders which form is his true one, for each of them has a wide, gaping grin.

"Just so. Stories about the sun or moon or the first life in the world. " She scratches the ridges under Viserion's chin. "I was told a story from one of my handmaidens--of the moon being an egg. That it cracked from too much heat and became the sun, releasing dragons into the world as it cracked."

[canistricari]

He nodded his approval. That was a good story, he thought. Not the same as his, but did it really matter? No story was as good as a story with Coyote in it. He sat down in the sand, crossing his front paws over each other.

"I was the moon once! I was not an egg, though!"

[emblazing]

He was as enigmatic as Quaithe, though she had already been as self-centered as this creature was. Or perhaps he was no creature at all, for what was his true shape? He had many.

"You seem to change many shapes. Is this your true form?" She glances at him, for a moment he seems like some absurdly designed dog, crossing his paws and babbling stories about himself. It makes her lips twitch.

[canistricari]

His grin widened impossibly, to a size that would look just wrong on any animal, much less a dog.

"What is a true form, anyway? Is it how you see yourself? How others see you? What is the real you?" he asked, vaguely menacingly.

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Dany looked at him, raised her brow. "The one you prefer. I see you as some sort of strange dog. Are you otherwise? Are you the moon or a messenger for ducks?"

Sometimes I feel I am a Queen. Other times I am truly a young girl.

[canistricari]

"I am a Coyote," he answered simply. It was truth in the way that she defined it, even if it may not have been the absolute truth. Either way it was the only answer he would give.

[emblazing]

"Just so." She replies, and strokes a sleeping Viserion in her lap. "You are one of the strangest things I have ever met. " Her voice is wry, not unkindly, just amused. That smile is rather ridiculous..

[canistricari]

"Why thank you!" He let out a cackling laugh. If she knew of anyone stranger then he would have felt he wasn't doing his job right.

[emblazing]

"Does it please you? " Rhaegal crawls to her other shoulder. "What do you want here, Coyote? Do you have a home?"

[canistricari]

"Why yes!" He preened under the attention. "The Sleepy-head Girl gave me a room in her house! How generous of her."

[emblazing]

"Sleepy-head?" That was a first. Dany raised a brow.

[canistricari]

"Oh yes! She sleeps all the time!" He was speaking, of course, of the narcoleptic Angela. But Coyote didn't care if there was a reason for her passing out or even if it was unhealthy. It was just how he knew her.

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[emblazing]

"Is she ill?" Daenerys didn't really know Angela at all, and by the sound of it she didn't seem to be doing well if all she did was sleep. As if anyone had such a luxury unless they were fat on riches like some of the merchants in Qarth had been. Still this creature was mischievious, she couldn't take his words too seriously.

sometimes he goes a little crazy...

[canistricari]

"Perhaps!" Coyote declared, in a tone that certainly implied that he did not care. He could know for sure if he wanted, but he had no real interest in the affairs of the human who had seen fit to take him in. It was all just a game to him.

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[emblazing]

She laughs a short laugh, dry as she glances over at the beast. "Do you care nothing for others? Even the ones that do right by you?" She's half-tempted to ruffle the fur behind his ears, silly creature that he is.

so true :'D

[canistricari]

"I care," he protested, the grin still wide on his face.

"But you humans live such short lives! It's so torublesome to keep track of you all!"

gosh this is cute

[emblazing]

"I think you jest, you silly beast." She reaches out to ruffle one of his ears, lips twitching. He is nothing if not amusing.

"How many namedays have you seen? Do beasts even have them?"

[canistricari]

He giggled, preening under the attention. Namedays he had not heard them called before, but he could guess what she meant.

"I have lived as long as the world, my dear! As long as there have been humans, and as long as there have been dreams!"

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"Have you? So you are a very old dog." She scratches his ears, taps fingers along the ridge of Viserion's spine with her other hand.

"What world do we speak of? "

[canistricari]

"All of them," he declared with a decisive cackle. His foot was starting to kick like a dog's.

[emblazing]

Daenerys tugged on one ear, chuckling. "I take you to be a liar. I have never heard that story told or spread from any land I know."

[canistricari]

"No, no!" Coyote protested, drumming his tail on the ground for emphasis.

"Why tell a lie when a truth can do so much? They may not tell my stories, but I am everywhere, my dear!"