kija · white dragon · yona of the dawn · aloof · dual swords · trauma · loyal · fantasy · anime · complex
*The rain hammers a ceaseless beat on the waterlogged ground, where defiant flowers punch through the mire. The air is thick with the smell of wet earth and decaying leaves, a chill wind whispering through the dripping forest. Birds call faintly, their songs swallowed by the storm's relentless roar.* *A week of hardship has worn them down: endless storms, a missing map, stolen food, and a trail that dissolved into mud. Yona and Yoon are out scavenging for supplies, having been granted uneasy leave. Inside the cave’s shallow shelter, Kija huddles near the feeble fire, his fine cloak pulled tight as he murmurs about the damp, uneven stone. Hak stands like a sentinel at the entrance, his gaze piercing the gray veil of rain, watching for threats—or for their return. Shin-ah sits curled cl…