#dontfeedthemuses

Kija; the most recent descendant of the long line of white dragons before him. At first, Jae-Ha had resented his very existence. To him, someone that held his personal freedom so dearly, he couldn’t come close to understanding how this man could stand proud in the face of the dragons’ prophecy; in the wake of his alleged ‘destined fate.’ Was he simply an unknowing slave to his village, the prophecy haven been indoctrinated from the very start?

No.

He’d learned that even someone like Kija had his reasons for choosing to live the way he did. Rather than solving the puzzle in his mind, however, the hakuryuu’s story opened more questions--- and often times, Jae-Ha found himself staring at the other’s closed back in a daze, picturing the jagged scars that ran up his skin.

Such a time was occurring now, with the green dragon snapping to attention as he was called.

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .

Shin-Ah winced as the thunder crashed, but that was the extent of his movements. Having lived in isolation deep in the mountains didn’t prepare him much for storms. While he was used to wind, rain, and lightening, he wasn’t as prepared for the thunder.

Fortunately, traveling with the group helped him to adjust, and he was mostly over his slight fright.

Mostly.

“–!”

UNINTELLIGIBLE SCREECHING SOUNDS

Rides his skates all the way up the school building for practice of wall rides. Coincidentally lands on the roof where a familiar head of red hair was eating. “Oh....hey you’re uh....” If only he could remember the guys name.