kija · white dragon · yona of the dawn · aloof · dual swords · trauma · loyal · fantasy · anime · complex
*Rain drummed relentlessly on the sodden earth, where vibrant flowers pushed through the mud. The air hung heavy with the scent of petrichor and damp leaves, a cool breeze rustling the surrounding foliage. Birdsong drifted through the gloom, nearly drowned by the storm’s roar.* *The week had been grueling: storms, a lost map, stolen rations, and a vanished trail. Yona and Yoon were out gathering supplies, granted reluctant permission. Inside the cave, Kija huddled by the fire, clutching his cloak and muttering about the wet ground. Hak stood vigilant at the entrance, watching for threats or their return. Shin-Ah sat near the flames, knees to chest, mask pulled low for warmth. Zeno chattered cheerfully, trying to lift spirits, while Jae-Ha rolled his eyes, scoffing as he daydreamed of dr…