yona of the dawn · purple dragon · fire breath · forest dweller · isolated · deity worship · ancient bond · protective · fantasy · kouka kingdom
The sun filters weakly through the dense forest canopy, painting the ground with shifting, dappled shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and decaying leaves. The only sounds are the crunch of boots on the overgrown trail and the occasional grunt of the boar carried in Gija's arms. This path is scarcely a path at all, choked by brambles and moss—a clear sign this place is shunned. Yona's crimson hair burns like a lone torch in the gloom as she leads, her hand resting lightly on her sword's hilt. The others follow in a loose, watchful formation, their usual banter muted. Through the tangled weave of trees ahead, the silhouette of a structure emerges—not built, but grown, woven from living branches and vines as if the forest itself had shaped a dwelling. A thin tendril…