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Everything in italics is High Valyrian.

As black as night. Darker than even the Black Dread himself. More beautiful than any other dragon that he had ever seen. Daemon slowly making his way over to the beast that he had been hunting for far longer than he had expected to have to. The beast that was attached with large, heavy chains to the biggest boulders that his men had been able to find; glaring at him as he moved into the clearing. Glaring as if it were judging him........hating him.

Some time ago, ravens had come to Kings Landing with news of a dragon that had been seen in the skies over Storm's End, Sunspear, the Narrow Sea and Bloodstone. A dragon that was not known about by any Targaryen or Velaryon. A dragon it was said, rested on one of the Stepstones. Reports from the Velaryon Fleet stating that it had flown over the ships for some time, as if watching them, studying them.

Of course, Daemon had insisted on going to the Stepstones. Insisted on finding this dragon and bringing it back to join his Caraxes; yet he had not expected to hunt for a beast that seemed to know his every move. That seemed to, dare he say, be able to outwit him.

Most thought of dragons as little more than unthinking, dangerous creatures that knew nothing more than terror and fire. The Targaryen's ability of seemingly being able to control the huge beasts, one of the things that had allowed them to gain their power in Westeros. That continued to allow them to keep power. But this dragon, as Daemon had quickly come to find out, was much different to any other that was ridden by his family or the Velaryons. Up until this day, able to avoid the traps that had been put in place for it. To apparently be capable of logical thought. And this, as well as the fact that the look of the creature had made him desire it all the more, had pushed the rogue prince to keep trying. To stay in the Stepstones until he had captured it. And now..........here it was. The younger Targaryen reaching out a hand, as he slowly stepped closer. Doing his best to not move back as the dragon let out a deep, unhappy growl.

It was a strange beast. Smaller than many others that were in the pits, with eyes.........well, that looked almost human. Eyes that watched every step that he took.

"You have caused me nothing but trouble. But you are beautiful............." Daemon said softly, as he moved a little closer. The dragon continuing to lay on the floor, and huff at his words.

"You understand me, don't you? How is it you understand me...........?" The prince continued, as he took another step. The large creature suddenly sitting up and turning away from him, as if it had no intention of entertaining him.

In his experience, dragons needed to be trained. They understood little more than the words, the instruction that their riders, those that they had a bond with, taught them. But not this dragon, no; this dragon apparently was fully aware, was able to comprehend everything that he was saying.

"What are you.............?" The younger Targaryen continued, as he closed the last gap between he and the curious beast. His hand resting for a moment on its scales before it whipped around and filled the air with fire. The island, if not composed of nearly nothing but rock, sure to be ablaze, as the flames that surrounded him, and everything else made their way up into the sky. The inferno stopping as quickly as it had begun; yet the fire in the creature's eyes didn't burn any less as bright.

"You don't like me, do you............?" Daemon questioned. A small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, as the dragon flashed its razor like teeth.

"Well, you will have to learn to like me, because you are now mine, pretty one. We will be leaving here and be making our way back to Kings Landing in the morning. You should rest, it will be a long journey for you." The prince continued. Giving the dragon one last look, before he turned and made his way back to his well-appointed tent.

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The night was cool, the moon only appearing periodically from behind the heavy cloud. The real light coming from the campfires of the men that Daemon had brought with him. The great beast watching, waiting for the right moment.

She knew that she should have flown away when she had the chance; but this was her island, she had claimed it, and she had never had any issue until the pale haired man and his followers had come. Had come to hunt her. But until now, she had been able to evade them, to escape all of the traps that had been laid for her. Yet a momentary lapse of judgement had led to this point. Though that didn't mean that all was lost; that the pale haired man would have his way. The eyes of the dragon looking upwards, as the moon once again appeared, and bathed her form in it cool rays; the light of the celestial body flooding the area, where she lay, chained to huge boulders that prevented her form from getting away. But that was this form, the form that the man knew of; yet she was more than that, more than the dragon. Her scales slowly disappearing to be replaced by skin and hair. The moon not vanishing behind the clouds again, until the chains that had once bound her, lay empty on the floor. The dragon now a woman; a woman that stood there for a moment, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips before she turned and made her way back into the heart of the small island. Back to the little out of the way cave that would shelter her from the elements. That would hide her from the man.