11-19-2020, 08:33 PM
I got extra feelings
Yanhua should’ve stayed out of it. He was no magician, no summoner of souls or dabbler in the dark arts, nay. He’d grown up sheltered by the trees-that-touched-the-sky and had never longed for more than that. Small and seemingly harmless, he wasn’t a force to be reckoned with. And yet, he’d defied Straia when she’d come to Nerine all the same. Does that make him brave enough to run with the pack? Or just stupid enough to avoid death by their fangs for his insignificance?
Whatever the reason, it doesn’t prevent him from casting a worried glance at @[Amarine] and their twins before he silently heads out past the borders of his home. They spoke in a language without words; she wanted nothing to do with the Pangeans and he could understand that. His curiosity though… the feeling wouldn’t be satiated with complacency. He had to know what the growing wildfires beyond Hyaline’s mountain meant, and he decided to satiate that curiosity himself rather than wait for it to come around to Taiga again.
Lucky enough he’d been as far south as possible, getting Ama and the twins situated in a place that might suit them for the time being. The light had caught his attention first, forcing the horned stallion out towards the riverbend so that he could watch it grow brighter and cast Hyaline’s majestic peaks into a silhouette. Never in his life would he have guessed that the Pangean’s would do to their own homeland what they’d done to others - he felt overcome by shocked surprise watching it happen. Smoke overtook the sky and blotted out the moon, but he stayed and watched like always. Forever the sentinel of these woods.
Until morning came and he consented to leave. The day was hazy and gray despite the season, and he followed the river as quickly as he could (used to traveling by foot now after so many years of being confined to traveling this way,) south and south some more until the greatest peak of them all - The Mountain of Fey - loomed up before him. Then he took a hard left and crept into Pangea as the fires had begun to die along with the weakened daylight.
The bearded horse was tired, totally spent from his journey and saddled by the uncomfortable feeling of drying, salty skin. He’d been forced to ford the River’s berth in order to make it into the forbidden Kingdom but that had only taken what little reserve of strength he had left. A thousand times over he’d questioned if this was the right thing to do, if he would be wanted here, and a thousand times more he tried not to enjoy the sight of the changed land, but that was almost impossible. How could he not love seeing this place totally overtaken by the pines? How could he not feel a lightness to his step knowing that their homeland, the same one that had kept his own mother captive for over a year, was gone in the fire and flame?
Straia’s call that had once been so disturbing to Yanhua now plants a smile on his long, narrow face. He follows the echo it leaves behind further towards the heart of the kingdom, in time to see a few other horses gathered. One is strikingly familiar but he thinks they probably haven’t crossed paths before, otherwise Yan’s sure he would’ve remembered a creature who radiated anger like that. He closes off his power as best he can in the meantime, feeling a migraine coming on. The others are complete strangers, flanked by magicks Yanhua knows nothing of and avoids by lumbering in a wide circle around them. He keeps to the far edge of the group, silhouetted himself by the weak, false light of his glowing mane and tail. For a moment he waits to hear what Straia will say, (the white mare looks as if she’s expecting an answer to something Yanhua missed entirely) and then when the moment is most opportune, Yanhua from Taiga speaks up.
“You’re consistent at least.” He’ll give Straia that. “And if this is the result of consistency,” Not senseless mayhem and chaos like before, “I’d like to see Taiga effected as well.”
He has thoughts. More than a few. If Straia could make all of this happen in Pangea, then surely Yanhua’s curiosity wasn’t misplaced.
PERSONALITY | HISTORY | REFERENCESWhatever the reason, it doesn’t prevent him from casting a worried glance at @[Amarine] and their twins before he silently heads out past the borders of his home. They spoke in a language without words; she wanted nothing to do with the Pangeans and he could understand that. His curiosity though… the feeling wouldn’t be satiated with complacency. He had to know what the growing wildfires beyond Hyaline’s mountain meant, and he decided to satiate that curiosity himself rather than wait for it to come around to Taiga again.
Lucky enough he’d been as far south as possible, getting Ama and the twins situated in a place that might suit them for the time being. The light had caught his attention first, forcing the horned stallion out towards the riverbend so that he could watch it grow brighter and cast Hyaline’s majestic peaks into a silhouette. Never in his life would he have guessed that the Pangean’s would do to their own homeland what they’d done to others - he felt overcome by shocked surprise watching it happen. Smoke overtook the sky and blotted out the moon, but he stayed and watched like always. Forever the sentinel of these woods.
Until morning came and he consented to leave. The day was hazy and gray despite the season, and he followed the river as quickly as he could (used to traveling by foot now after so many years of being confined to traveling this way,) south and south some more until the greatest peak of them all - The Mountain of Fey - loomed up before him. Then he took a hard left and crept into Pangea as the fires had begun to die along with the weakened daylight.
The bearded horse was tired, totally spent from his journey and saddled by the uncomfortable feeling of drying, salty skin. He’d been forced to ford the River’s berth in order to make it into the forbidden Kingdom but that had only taken what little reserve of strength he had left. A thousand times over he’d questioned if this was the right thing to do, if he would be wanted here, and a thousand times more he tried not to enjoy the sight of the changed land, but that was almost impossible. How could he not love seeing this place totally overtaken by the pines? How could he not feel a lightness to his step knowing that their homeland, the same one that had kept his own mother captive for over a year, was gone in the fire and flame?
Straia’s call that had once been so disturbing to Yanhua now plants a smile on his long, narrow face. He follows the echo it leaves behind further towards the heart of the kingdom, in time to see a few other horses gathered. One is strikingly familiar but he thinks they probably haven’t crossed paths before, otherwise Yan’s sure he would’ve remembered a creature who radiated anger like that. He closes off his power as best he can in the meantime, feeling a migraine coming on. The others are complete strangers, flanked by magicks Yanhua knows nothing of and avoids by lumbering in a wide circle around them. He keeps to the far edge of the group, silhouetted himself by the weak, false light of his glowing mane and tail. For a moment he waits to hear what Straia will say, (the white mare looks as if she’s expecting an answer to something Yanhua missed entirely) and then when the moment is most opportune, Yanhua from Taiga speaks up.
“You’re consistent at least.” He’ll give Straia that. “And if this is the result of consistency,” Not senseless mayhem and chaos like before, “I’d like to see Taiga effected as well.”
He has thoughts. More than a few. If Straia could make all of this happen in Pangea, then surely Yanhua’s curiosity wasn’t misplaced.