It's far from the first time Drogon's wandered around in his human form, but usually he remembers the flex of wings and muscles as he shrinks down, his senses dimming a little in the process. And usually he still knows precisely where his mother is - there's still a vague sense she's near, but he can't pinpoint her exact location. So he wanders, poking his head around the market, figuring out which language these humans speak, but he ignores any questions as to what he wants to do to make money or any other personal thing. It's not their business, and he's not of a very giving mindset - only finding Daenerys will sooth that wariness, that unease.
Especially since it seems he can't turn back into his natural form. That would make finding her much easier.
Exploring
Too many humans all at once, of course he itches to get out of the crowd. The rumors of 'monsters' strikes his interest - maybe one of them will make more sense. Or at least provide entertainment before killing and possibly eating. At least he still has a dagger on him, a rather wicked, curved thing that reminds him of the khalasar's favored blades.
He grins, finding one such beast, and launches himself with a shout to scare it, dagger out and slashing as he leans on natural instincts to rend and slash and kill.
Celebration
Humans will celebrate anything at the drop of a hat - at least the more interesting cultures will. Drogon settles in to watch, violet eyes intent as he eats some of the offerings - mainly meat, as rare as he could find, but fish was acceptable too.
He can even be tugged into dancing, if interested enough in the particular dance, the music, or the partner!
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Drogon | GoT AU
It's far from the first time Drogon's wandered around in his human form, but usually he remembers the flex of wings and muscles as he shrinks down, his senses dimming a little in the process. And usually he still knows precisely where his mother is - there's still a vague sense she's near, but he can't pinpoint her exact location. So he wanders, poking his head around the market, figuring out which language these humans speak, but he ignores any questions as to what he wants to do to make money or any other personal thing. It's not their business, and he's not of a very giving mindset - only finding Daenerys will sooth that wariness, that unease.
Especially since it seems he can't turn back into his natural form. That would make finding her much easier.
Exploring
Too many humans all at once, of course he itches to get out of the crowd. The rumors of 'monsters' strikes his interest - maybe one of them will make more sense. Or at least provide entertainment before killing and possibly eating. At least he still has a dagger on him, a rather wicked, curved thing that reminds him of the khalasar's favored blades.
He grins, finding one such beast, and launches himself with a shout to scare it, dagger out and slashing as he leans on natural instincts to rend and slash and kill.
Celebration
Humans will celebrate anything at the drop of a hat - at least the more interesting cultures will. Drogon settles in to watch, violet eyes intent as he eats some of the offerings - mainly meat, as rare as he could find, but fish was acceptable too.
He can even be tugged into dancing, if interested enough in the particular dance, the music, or the partner!
Wildcard: [ Make up your own or poke me via PM or