Yanhua
Yanhua often thinks about Straia and what she’d promised them that fateful day in Nerine. A better Beqanna, and it had sounded so very tempting because in truth, Yan would love to be the change this world needed. But he doubts his ideas of change align with Straia’s; in her ideal world there seemed a need for division, a desire to have a horse’s differences be the reason they refuse to cohabitate. What he knows of the old Beqanna before this one is admittedly limited, but Yan does know that the Kingdoms had been divided between the powerful and the powerless. It hadn’t worked - and why would it? Scrubbing the less-gifted only bred hatred.
Ah, but that’s youth for you: always believing they can do it better than before. Never listening to wisdom, only living in the moment like Yan was now. He was far from Taiga, having left the territory days ago on his journey to the Plains, but had chosen to rest in the grove of apple trees after discovering them by accident. With a mouthful of apple he was left to quietly consider his perfect version of Beqanna: one where borders were defined by family houses and values, one where horses of all shapes and sizes were free to live and roam, one where nature would flourish - he stopped chewing and suddenly froze.
A creature slunk out of the woodwork to stare him down, and Yanhua swallowed the lump in his throat while he glared in fear at the gigantic, black predator. What the fu- He tried to breath normally, wondering where in the seven realms of hell this thing had come from. “Easy there,” He spoke calmly to the hellcat and took a careful step backwards, “Nice kitty.”
He felt like an idiot, but he kept talking.
“You don’t want to hurt me.” Yanhua’s voice was the softest it had ever been; he took another step backwards and felt the sensation of a low-hanging branch tickling his rump. Shit, no more room to back up. “And I don’t wanna hurt you, yea?” Yan stopped and took a breath, slowly beginning to tuck his chin into his neck. He didn’t want to, but he had no choice: if that thing lunged at him he was taking a swipe back, too.
“Let’s play nice, huh kitty kitty?” Yan pleaded, almost laughing from the initial shock of being cornered by surprise. Stallion dies on way to Alliance tournament, eaten by mutant panther... He could hear the whispers already. Maybe there was a silver lining? If he died today, he wouldn’t have to endure the embarrassment of being alive and being mauled before he’d even made it through the first round of fighting.
Ah, but that’s youth for you: always believing they can do it better than before. Never listening to wisdom, only living in the moment like Yan was now. He was far from Taiga, having left the territory days ago on his journey to the Plains, but had chosen to rest in the grove of apple trees after discovering them by accident. With a mouthful of apple he was left to quietly consider his perfect version of Beqanna: one where borders were defined by family houses and values, one where horses of all shapes and sizes were free to live and roam, one where nature would flourish - he stopped chewing and suddenly froze.
A creature slunk out of the woodwork to stare him down, and Yanhua swallowed the lump in his throat while he glared in fear at the gigantic, black predator. What the fu- He tried to breath normally, wondering where in the seven realms of hell this thing had come from. “Easy there,” He spoke calmly to the hellcat and took a careful step backwards, “Nice kitty.”
He felt like an idiot, but he kept talking.
“You don’t want to hurt me.” Yanhua’s voice was the softest it had ever been; he took another step backwards and felt the sensation of a low-hanging branch tickling his rump. Shit, no more room to back up. “And I don’t wanna hurt you, yea?” Yan stopped and took a breath, slowly beginning to tuck his chin into his neck. He didn’t want to, but he had no choice: if that thing lunged at him he was taking a swipe back, too.
“Let’s play nice, huh kitty kitty?” Yan pleaded, almost laughing from the initial shock of being cornered by surprise. Stallion dies on way to Alliance tournament, eaten by mutant panther... He could hear the whispers already. Maybe there was a silver lining? If he died today, he wouldn’t have to endure the embarrassment of being alive and being mauled before he’d even made it through the first round of fighting.
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@[rosemary] he's off to a smashing start I'd say