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eswareinmal2012-08-30 05:25 pm
emblazing) wrote in eswareinmal2012-08-30 05:25 pm
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♔SECOND; "dragons are fire made flesh. and fire is power."
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.
where: near the ocean
what: daenerys finds she has been given a rather telling gift.
status: open.
------- ------- ---
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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At the mention of her husband, he tilts to look at her head-on, his hands stilling around Drogon. Life from death. Like him.
"I'm sorry."
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"I called to them. They woke in the flames and went to my body, as if they were children. I have a dragon's blood." She glanced with a small smile. "I gained two titles that day. The Unburnt and Mother of Dragons and what was left of my husband's people swore themselves to me."
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Some said the Uchiha had dragon's blood as well, but most said they were the blood of gods, the sage of the six paths. Sasuke believed the latter, which Dany's assertion that she couldn't be burnt supported.
"Do you think he can see you?"
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"By whom do you mean? " Drogo rides in the Nightlands. He has no time to watch me battle over lands and poison water..
Her lips curved a little in fondness, half in sadness.
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He wasn't sure he wanted to look at her face. Grief was something he knew--he understood how deep it ran, and seeing it on someone else would be like a light shining harshly on his own. Instead, he began to trace kana onto Drogon's side.
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She smiled a little more. "Or perhaps he is."
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He had to be, if he wasn't lingering within her notice. Sasuke chanced a look, catching the upturn of her mouth. Melancholy.
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Sasuke smiled. "Good. I hope she suffered."
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"Mirri Maz Duur said only death could pay for life. In the end she taught me that lesson and I repaid it in kind."
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"My brother taught me the same lesson. I've paid some of the debt, but there are still hundreds of lives to be accounted for."
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this is a guesstimation on Uchiha and Konoha numbers. There is no canon on population. Derp.