03-19-2021, 07:51 PM
As badly as Yanhua had wanted to keep his family together through the darkest time in their history, he knew that forcing them to group might also mean their death. Actually, it felt more like any decision he made would be the wrong one. If he forced them to endure the Eclipse together they’d be a unit, but they might starve or succumb to the evil prowling ‘New’ Beqanna. If he and Borderline left on their quest while the others stayed behind, they still might starve and fall victim to a shadow creature. Basically, they were screwed.
When Yanhua had set out with Borderline weeks ago, it felt like the last goodbye he’d ever say. The horned stallion couldn’t explain it, but embracing their children had felt so horribly morbid despite how hard he’d been smiling in the darkness. The chances of them never meeting again, of him never being able to kiss Amarine and remind her of their first memory together, were infinitely higher than they’d been at the start of all this. Now the danger had become living, and the threat of death very real.
If the world was truly ending—if things were going to be like this forever, then at least he would die trying to restore some hint of light. He and Borderline left without much emphasis on joyful celebration, and every step felt like a tense one after that.
Weeks later they’d finally ingrained themselves between the folds of Tephran jungle leaves, searching for reclusive answers that never seemed to reveal what they were looking for. Mushrooms they found aplenty, but glowing ones? It was like they were looking for an impossibility, a needle in the haystack where every turn was met with shadow creatures. He and Borderline managed to just barely hack their way along; between his glowing, Borderline’s manipulation, and Yan’s ability to randomly emit high-pitched keening noises (a surprise he’d discovered in the midst of nearly being eaten), the pair of horses had actually worked out a successful rhythm when they fought together.
At any moment they could be outnumbered though, and then all the power in the world couldn’t help them.
“You doing alright?” Yan quietly asked Borderline as they took a brief moment to rest on their journey. He backed himself nicely into the curving walls of thick tree roots, at home amongst the tangle of solid wood, and rested the knee that still smarted now and again. Normally, Yanhua wouldn’t bother with pleasantries. The duo had been focused, reserving their conversation for the hours right before sleep when it was safest to relax, but lately he’d noticed something… off. Borderline wasn’t her usual self and that gnawed at the stallion. Cautiously, he narrowed his eyes at the gray mare in the dark.
For the millionth time since he’d last gotten a flickering glimpse of them, Yan lamented the absence of his echoes. He cursed the Eclipse in the same breath of thought and waited, tensely, for Borderline to catch her breath and respond.
When Yanhua had set out with Borderline weeks ago, it felt like the last goodbye he’d ever say. The horned stallion couldn’t explain it, but embracing their children had felt so horribly morbid despite how hard he’d been smiling in the darkness. The chances of them never meeting again, of him never being able to kiss Amarine and remind her of their first memory together, were infinitely higher than they’d been at the start of all this. Now the danger had become living, and the threat of death very real.
If the world was truly ending—if things were going to be like this forever, then at least he would die trying to restore some hint of light. He and Borderline left without much emphasis on joyful celebration, and every step felt like a tense one after that.
Weeks later they’d finally ingrained themselves between the folds of Tephran jungle leaves, searching for reclusive answers that never seemed to reveal what they were looking for. Mushrooms they found aplenty, but glowing ones? It was like they were looking for an impossibility, a needle in the haystack where every turn was met with shadow creatures. He and Borderline managed to just barely hack their way along; between his glowing, Borderline’s manipulation, and Yan’s ability to randomly emit high-pitched keening noises (a surprise he’d discovered in the midst of nearly being eaten), the pair of horses had actually worked out a successful rhythm when they fought together.
At any moment they could be outnumbered though, and then all the power in the world couldn’t help them.
“You doing alright?” Yan quietly asked Borderline as they took a brief moment to rest on their journey. He backed himself nicely into the curving walls of thick tree roots, at home amongst the tangle of solid wood, and rested the knee that still smarted now and again. Normally, Yanhua wouldn’t bother with pleasantries. The duo had been focused, reserving their conversation for the hours right before sleep when it was safest to relax, but lately he’d noticed something… off. Borderline wasn’t her usual self and that gnawed at the stallion. Cautiously, he narrowed his eyes at the gray mare in the dark.
For the millionth time since he’d last gotten a flickering glimpse of them, Yan lamented the absence of his echoes. He cursed the Eclipse in the same breath of thought and waited, tensely, for Borderline to catch her breath and respond.
OOC: Quick thread for anyone interested, promise. @[Borderline] has first dibs