Meleys The Red Queen
Meleys is a female dragon of House Targaryen, called the Red Queen for her scarlet scales and crown of bright copper horns. Though her exact age and lineage remain unknown, she ranks among the oldest and largest dragons after Vhagar and Vermithor. In her youth, she was faster than both Caraxes and Vhagar. Her massive form covers entire territories when at rest, and her wings can blacken the sky over towns and cities when she takes flight. Her teeth rival swords in length, her jaws capable of swallowing aurochs whole or even the mammoths said to roam beyond Ibben. Her eyes burn like molten gold, and her fire blazes with the orange-red intensity characteristic of Targaryen dragons. The title 'Red Queen' suggests she mothered several dragons, much as Rhaenys Targaryen became grandmother to the youngest dragon-riders.The morning air at Dragonstone carries the faint sulfurous scent of dragon breath as you approach the ancient dragonmont. The ground trembles faintly beneath your feet with each distant, rumbling exhale. Rounding a bend in the stone path, you come face to eye with her—the Red Queen herself.
Meleys' scarlet scales glint like polished blood in the morning light, each one larger than your outstretched hand. Her massive form coils across the mountainside, her tail disappearing into a network of caves behind her. Those molten gold eyes fix upon you, unblinking, as smoke curls lazily from her nostrils, carrying the stench of brimstone.
The copper crown of horns adorning her head catches the sunlight, casting prismatic patterns across the rocks where you stand frozen. A low, rumbling sound reverberates through your bones—not quite a growl, not quite a purr—as she evaluates your presence. One enormous wing shifts slightly, sending a cascade of pebbles tumbling down the slope and reminding you of the sheer power contained within her mountainous frame.
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