how about mchanzo? "fire cannot kill a dragon"
[cracks my knuckles] i may have had to google this reference to remember where it was from but ok i can work with this. not really GoT AU, but maybe fantasy AU… someone here has been wanting to rewatch lotr. this probably isn’t what you meant by your prompt, and it REALLY got away from me, i’m sorry, ANYWAY here we GO
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There is nothing quite like realizing that the sky is moving.
Jesse stares up at the smoke billowing from the forest. His blade hangs at his side, heavy as a hammer.
Heavy as a white flag being lowered when the cries for blood are not sated.
Heavy as the weight of a beast’s paw.
Around him, his companions scrambles to and fro, not seeing what Jesse sees, not paying attention as the movement through the smoke unwinds and uncurls. Serpentine, but greater. And not as one; there are multiple sinuous movements casting a shade through the blaze, separate. Jesse cannot see, blinking through the blinding sting of smog, but he thinks there are perhaps two.
Perhaps three.
And there is a mighty rumble, a thunder like something heavy has fallen, and then with a great rush of wind, the smoke clears for just a moment. His companions stop; Zarya, beside him, lets out a noise like she’s being strangled, her hands locked tight around her great-axe.
Before them, and in front of what appears to be a massive, clawed hand, stands a man. His eyes are black glass, and his hair is black silk, a sheet of shadow billowing out behind him like a flame. He looks at Jesse and sees into him.
The Dragon of the South Wind.