[ If Zokla had doubted the rumors of dragons in Slaver's Bay before, now she looks upon the truth with her own eyes.
Dany glances up as Drogon rises from the sea, his writhing prey caught between cruel black talons. As he flaps his wings to keep aloft, little thunderclaps sound over the water. ]
My dragon, [ Dany finishes for her, smiling. She can never tire of seeing Drogon hunt, though she pities what he finds. ] The largest of my three, and my fierce mount. Drogon is his name.
[ In Meereen, he is called the winged shadow, but Zokla need not know that. A cloud of black passes from his mouth, chased with swirls of glowing red, and the creature's suffering is over in moments. ]
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Dany glances up as Drogon rises from the sea, his writhing prey caught between cruel black talons. As he flaps his wings to keep aloft, little thunderclaps sound over the water. ]
My dragon, [ Dany finishes for her, smiling. She can never tire of seeing Drogon hunt, though she pities what he finds. ] The largest of my three, and my fierce mount. Drogon is his name.
[ In Meereen, he is called the winged shadow, but Zokla need not know that. A cloud of black passes from his mouth, chased with swirls of glowing red, and the creature's suffering is over in moments. ]