Racing against time, Yanhua flitted between the soft-burning trees of Taiga and did his best to spread a warm, sensational light that trapped animals could follow to safety. The fog is hazier than ever, doubled in thickness from smoke and ash, but he beams just as brightly and tries to find the little spots of fear and terror trembling in their burrows or cowering in hollow logs, so he could lead them to the fringes of the forest fire. No one else will, which means that Yanhua must. He can’t sit by while the echoes of wild animals go unheeded; their fear is his own, and their deaths will be many little scars on his heart.
Northward, the fire burns brighter. Certainly there’s chaos to be found there from the distant roaring and rumbling, but Yanhua pledged his duty to protect and keep Taiga. The Northernmost territories had their own means of protection, didn’t they? Else why would Leilan - the most powerful of them all it would seem - have been elected to lead them? "He’ll do what’s right." Yanhua told himself, bounding over rock and stump in his hurry to flush out any remaining creatures. But a shadow careens overhead at the same moment, making him pause to look up.
A pale underbelly flew over Nerine, away from the source of danger, headed straight for the East with something in its paws.
“Oh shit.” Yan cursed the dragon as it continued to fly further away from its duties and the empty promises it made them all. The earth trembled underhoof and Yan looked away, finding that the fear resided in his own heart now. They were trapped on the cliffs… Amarine, Lilliana, perhaps even his twin Nashua (who boldly met any challenge thrown his way.) Yan had no time to waste. He turned and made for the main road, galloping as he went.
By the time Yanhua did reach Nerine hours later he was blowing and sweating, and the only thing that put a stop to his dancing legs was the sudden crack of the sky above and the roaring thunder of the earth below. He staggered, blown back by the gale winds outside Ama’s freakish tornado, and tried to look into the dark swarm of clouds and ash without much luck. “Amarine! Nash, Mother?!” He shouted, the glowing tendrils of his forelock twisting around his horns and blotting out his vision.
Only one voice rose above the others to answer him, and it was most certainly not a horse he’d met before.
Straia the Raven Queen, with her fingers of magic blossoming out into their minds and their hearts; it was her voice he heard above the noise and confusion, sweet as a summer breeze. Yanhua heard her, and felt the echoes of everyone in this group that proved her otherwise - their combined passions made him weak in the knees. “Never.” The young stallion spit out in a whisper, having closed his eyes to the pain of so much raw emotion and power.
The Northerners should never bend their knees out of fear. They bent to Leilan and crowned him ‘Dragon King’ because of fear, and where was their Dragon King now? "Abandoning his people." Yan thought, but fought past the anger. Straia would be the same, no matter who she was. She would disappoint them all, and her dream of a better future would end the same way it had ended in the histories passed down through stories from generation to generation: with no Chamber, no glory, and no unified Beqanna. The magician reminded him of his mother, trapped forever in a past long-gone.
A spew of earth and rock broke the spell over Yanhua seconds later; he blinked away the onslaught of so many emotions and drove his powers to their limits to stave the echoes off, just to leap into the fray the instant he caught sight of flashing reds and golds. “MOTHER LOOK OUT!” Yanhua bellowed as he ran headlong into the haze of magic and destruction, but his eyes were only focused on the hailstorm of boulders above where he’d seen Lilli last. He took a jump, stretched himself into a flying leap without care or concern for anyone but the red mare, and lowered his horns to meet the falling rock.
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TLDR: Yan is trying to save animals from the smaller fires in Taiga when he catches sight of Leilan headed for Pangea. He's like, "Oh shit" literally, and decides to give up being a soft boi in favor of saving some peeps instead. Couple hours later he arrives in Nerine just in time to hear Straia's proposal, deny it, and see Beryl's *finishing move* before he catches a glimpse of Lilli and the boulder /aboot/ to squish her. So, like the brave boy he is, he leaps at it with his horns and hopes it might get pushed aside. (In his head he thinks he's a badass and might actually break it apart which we all know ain't happening.)
Northward, the fire burns brighter. Certainly there’s chaos to be found there from the distant roaring and rumbling, but Yanhua pledged his duty to protect and keep Taiga. The Northernmost territories had their own means of protection, didn’t they? Else why would Leilan - the most powerful of them all it would seem - have been elected to lead them? "He’ll do what’s right." Yanhua told himself, bounding over rock and stump in his hurry to flush out any remaining creatures. But a shadow careens overhead at the same moment, making him pause to look up.
A pale underbelly flew over Nerine, away from the source of danger, headed straight for the East with something in its paws.
“Oh shit.” Yan cursed the dragon as it continued to fly further away from its duties and the empty promises it made them all. The earth trembled underhoof and Yan looked away, finding that the fear resided in his own heart now. They were trapped on the cliffs… Amarine, Lilliana, perhaps even his twin Nashua (who boldly met any challenge thrown his way.) Yan had no time to waste. He turned and made for the main road, galloping as he went.
By the time Yanhua did reach Nerine hours later he was blowing and sweating, and the only thing that put a stop to his dancing legs was the sudden crack of the sky above and the roaring thunder of the earth below. He staggered, blown back by the gale winds outside Ama’s freakish tornado, and tried to look into the dark swarm of clouds and ash without much luck. “Amarine! Nash, Mother?!” He shouted, the glowing tendrils of his forelock twisting around his horns and blotting out his vision.
Only one voice rose above the others to answer him, and it was most certainly not a horse he’d met before.
Straia the Raven Queen, with her fingers of magic blossoming out into their minds and their hearts; it was her voice he heard above the noise and confusion, sweet as a summer breeze. Yanhua heard her, and felt the echoes of everyone in this group that proved her otherwise - their combined passions made him weak in the knees. “Never.” The young stallion spit out in a whisper, having closed his eyes to the pain of so much raw emotion and power.
The Northerners should never bend their knees out of fear. They bent to Leilan and crowned him ‘Dragon King’ because of fear, and where was their Dragon King now? "Abandoning his people." Yan thought, but fought past the anger. Straia would be the same, no matter who she was. She would disappoint them all, and her dream of a better future would end the same way it had ended in the histories passed down through stories from generation to generation: with no Chamber, no glory, and no unified Beqanna. The magician reminded him of his mother, trapped forever in a past long-gone.
A spew of earth and rock broke the spell over Yanhua seconds later; he blinked away the onslaught of so many emotions and drove his powers to their limits to stave the echoes off, just to leap into the fray the instant he caught sight of flashing reds and golds. “MOTHER LOOK OUT!” Yanhua bellowed as he ran headlong into the haze of magic and destruction, but his eyes were only focused on the hailstorm of boulders above where he’d seen Lilli last. He took a jump, stretched himself into a flying leap without care or concern for anyone but the red mare, and lowered his horns to meet the falling rock.
ooc: Quick post bc ain't nobody got time for HTML
TLDR: Yan is trying to save animals from the smaller fires in Taiga when he catches sight of Leilan headed for Pangea. He's like, "Oh shit" literally, and decides to give up being a soft boi in favor of saving some peeps instead. Couple hours later he arrives in Nerine just in time to hear Straia's proposal, deny it, and see Beryl's *finishing move* before he catches a glimpse of Lilli and the boulder /aboot/ to squish her. So, like the brave boy he is, he leaps at it with his horns and hopes it might get pushed aside. (In his head he thinks he's a badass and might actually break it apart which we all know ain't happening.)