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[wxldlfire]

i didn't expect to say goodbye so soon, but i want everyone in the group to know that i've had such an amazing time talking with everyone. thank you for making my stay in rise such a wonderful experience, and i would love to stay in touch. you can always find me over at discord if you want to keep writing or just to chat.

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hello, loves ! i'm posting this sooo late i know but i won't be changing anything with yi yuri, so i'll continue replies to threads come march 20 and retain her connections. (also i will be bringing a second character, pls plot with my boi too)

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𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔

with seok yerim ( @divinetrcgedy )

yuri can count in one hand the number of people she is comfortable to with. the ones she would gladly sit in silence with, or listen to go on and on about their daily troubles. in all honesty, the princess is not particularly chatty, not in private at least. however, with the right company, she's lured out of comforts of her own inner workings, to, at the very least, react with something witty or a related story, a personal experience. the latter is highly unlikely, but it had made an appearance some few moons ago.

there is so much known about the princess, her reputation, her prowess, and her charm perhaps. but odd enough, there is also much that's missing. questions about her interest, dating history, and what she's truly like. people only know enough, passed from one whisper to another. and yet even the few who know the princess, have as much as difficult as anyone else when it came to deciphering her. the only advantage of being one of the who do, is having the chance to witness the rare occassions when she the veil lifts and her lovely features are unable to foster restraint, and her true feelings are given away... like at this very moment.

the weariness shifts from shock accompanied with a quiet gasp to sheer relief. if one looks closely, there could even be a tiny smile somewhere in the swift change. and the princess is skillful at managing her expressions, quick to regain control even over ardency. "lady seok," she could drop the formality as she always did, but in the presence of a stranger it seems rather fitting to keep it. "what a pleasant surprise." the monotony brought her some leverage, otherwise her words would have given her away. just moments ago she was desperate to find any excuse to go see the state of one of her few... acquaintances. to see yerim here, on her own own accord saves yuri a great deal of excuses explanations to give.

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( ... ) footsteps approached, but he couldn't wait. suho tried the door, and it gave way. relief flooded every inch of him when he saw her on the other side; relief again when he reached for her hands and she didn't pass through him like a ghost. grasping her hands, he counted each finger. he ran his thumbs over unmarred skin. eyelids heavy and pupils frantic, he searched her face for something wrong. at the sight of her unchanged, a small, grateful smile tugged at the corners of his lips. he pressed a kiss to her knuckles, and brought the warmth of her fingers to his cheek for a moment. to know she was alive and well was one of the few true reliefs he had felt in almost two moons. he met her eyes again, "you're okay."

the princess could draw the unchanging view from her window, with her eyes closed, by heart. all the meaningless lines and washed out colors failing to subdue the turbulent pulses coursing through her body. it was too much for her frame to contain that she had taught herself to anticipate bursting in shards of white and silver. any minute now. it was enough to bring amusement, pitiful but still laughable. what shards of white and silver when her lightning is gone?

the knock on her door does not register instantly, not even what she thinks to be her brother's voice. how can it be? when he, too, is... she finds herself laughing, albeit quietly, heavy steps bring her closer to the door, expecting to face nothing but an empty hallway. perhaps not.

she takes a step back, caught off guard by the hand reaching out to take hers. yuri's heart raced, pounding recklessly in her chest, breath hitching at the warmth that spreads on her bitterly cold skin. she could quite figure out what to feel, could not fish for what makes her ache amongst the pile of emotions. only that the vehemence was enough to make tears spill from the cold princess's eyes.

you're okay, he says. and like it was the most absurd thing she's heard in many lifetimes, she laughs, feeling warm streams on both cheeks. i'm not, the words were trapped at the back of her throat. there was relief, that much is true, at the sight of her brother, here and alive. his touch feeling like what a touch should be, and not tingles like what flames do now. yuri allows herself to be who she is to him, a little sister. for the first time in a long time, terrified of the unknown. she throws her arms around him, an elusive embrace from the princess. "we're okay..." she whispers before letting out a breath, as though she had not done so in a while.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚

with hwang haneul ( @hcndkiss )

the tension was at her heel, among many other things, yet yi yuri remained unfazed. what else can be expected from the princess after all? in hushed conversations, unsettling words can be discerned, stories of injuries beyond medicine's salvation, and terrible, terrible insinuations. the court darkened further over the course of the next weeks. not a flower, combat, or the short flights on dragon back can keep its bony, sinister fingers from tapping on her shoulders. she had caught it in gestures and in intentions behind unkind words towards new arrivals. it's become apparent that she had been kept on the ground and in her chambers for far too long.

there is solace, however little, in the music and the spectacle that is hwang haneul. the audience was larger in size than she remembered, just proves she was right to make her appearances in the most unlikely of places such as this. especially at a time like this. it would be a blatant lie to say it's all that she's here for, and she will never do that to herself. never did yuri imagine that she will turn to these shows for comfort, relief, when the purpose of her attendance before is anything but. her days have proven suffocating, even when she had managed to convince herself that everything is back to the way they were. they really aren't...

an audience with the star himself was oddly necessary, a habit developed from the first show she attended. she'd admit lord hwang is a delightful performer, if only she can say the same when he's not on stage. lord hwang will have to thank the spirits he was blessed with such talent, otherwise, the princess will take great pleasure never showing up for another show. "that was yet another magnificent show," she begins with a smile, accompanied by guards and staff. "i'm pleased to see you unharmed and able to bring joy to us on the stage again." she continues as she turns to the guards with a nod. and as soon as they were left alone, she lets out a breath. she keeps her eyes on him, narrowing them as she tried to figure out what it was that changed. "the lights are surprisingly better today."

[wxldlfire]

Anaïs Nin, from The Voice

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( ... ) "I have those too in a vase." Wanning wanted to distract from the embarrassing topic of the dance and shifted the focus to Yuri's flowers. "They grow in such abundance in these woods." And now. "Please come in, your grace. The weapon is ready for you." She led the way in. "It is one of the most beautiful pieces to ever come out of House Yue." There was a hint of pride in Wanning's voice. As always, she was proud of their work.

yuri will never forget the field of poppies, soft and delicate against the palm of her hands. the vivid red sea spread before her eyes, against the vastness green, the wind making them dance along. it was breathtaking, and brought her semblance of paradise. she would fly to the field any day, watch the wind from black fire's wings make them stir as they land. the fair maiden's cheeks were brushed delicately with the the faintest shade of those same red-lobbed flowers. that sight and the way she fumbled with words, the princess was certain she had asked an unprecedented question.

the smile still clutched onto her lips, her eyes now looking down on the bunch of flowers she had at hand as she had pointed out. ah, but of course. another who cannot deny the call of flowers, of beauty. they urge for a glance, at the very least, adoration. a delicate force of nature that makes even the mightiest of creatures, like her dragon, take time to be still. "they do, i've never seen them anywhere else either." she says instead, letting the rest of the other's words fall to deaf ears. if anything, yuri was buying herself more time. "a variety perhaps, in feastfires. but never this vibrant, not even during harvests."

"are there other flowers that only grow in stonehelm?" the friendliness never wavered, nor was did the genuine curiosity that came with it. would it be foolish of her to talk about flowers, when the purpose of her visit is anything but? to anyone unaware of her fondness of them, it is undeniably suspicious. in fact, might even instigate something beyond her official business. yuri closes her eyes, and takes in a whiff, the sweet, earthy scent makes her heave a sigh. "swords endure, especially in capable hands, like that of your house's, flowers, however, do not. no matter the effort, they wither away." she was not fond of idle chatter, but the words flow like a river, wild currents taking her over. "it would be a shame, if i missed out to see them blooming, all for a weapon, don't you think?"

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( ... ) yeongja's feet carried her before her mind had settled on the choice, making great strides down the halls of the palace towards yuri's chambers. she was sure the vision of her would be a shock, her arm in a sling, her clothing altered to hide her fresh scars, her hair loose and flowing rather than tightly tied back. yeongja was different, changed. she was sure yuri was too. she arrives at the chambers and knocks loudly, three times with her good hand. "princess yi yeongja requests an audience with her highness, the princess yuri."

the princess appeared in pristine health, untattered by what experiences she must have encountered in her absence leaving many addled. nevertheless, the incident offered her enough reason to stay in the confides of her chambers. not even a week has passed from her return, she made an attempt to return to her post, only to be met by gestures of concern and reluctant attempts to get her to rest and recuperate. yuri had never met kindness so cruel like the ones she had been given. but without full knowledge of the extent of her new and lost ability, she conceded and demanded, instead, reports to be made to her daily.

hours were spent walking idly where she heard stories of others' condition, the state in which they were found, an abundance of terror-stricken tales passed from one servant to another. she heard them in passing, of course, never in full detail as her presence seem to elicit abrupt silence and courteous greetings. there were unspoken orders to keep a close eye on her, perhaps anticipating the young woman to yield and admit that she did not come back unscathed, that there was some illness or ache she was concealing.

when not pacing the halls, this is how she spends her time. eyes staring at the flickering glow, hands swaying over the candle's flame. a quiet voice waits to hiss or burst out in agony, but its time never came. the knocks pulls her from reverie, as swift as she pulled her hands from the flames. it was unlike yuri to get on her feet to pull the door open herself, but there she stood, the wash of relief watered down by a small, courteous smile. not the warmest of greetings, but the most she can offer. "need not be so formal, cousin." yuri says, her smile spreading into a more playful one, trying to salvage what little she can of this warmth. "come in, before they think this open door is an invitation to be offered to go see a healer."

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Arin as Jin Cho Yeon ALCHEMY OF SOULS 환혼 (2022) dir. Park Joon Hwa

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⸻⸻ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 ;

create the mask your character will wear to the banquet. choose the material, then answer the corresponding question. you must choose for all categories.

base. 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂 — what intention, drive or secret underlies the way your character presents themselves to the public?

yuri feels she is a thousand faces held together by what she can only fathom as good intentions. as an army general, she leads by example, embodying strength, discipline, and control. to the ruthless general, nothing is what it seems, and it is in accepting it that sets one apart. she believes that strength can be terrible, that there is freedom in discipline, and that there is beauty in control. although her methods to demonstrate them are not entirely amicable, some even think them retribution than a lesson, she stands by it without any doubt.

as a princess, the harshness becomes all but hearsay, possessing a bewitching face worth going to war for. every look, every smile, and every gentle word is for family. while she capitalizes on might as a warrior, yuri plays to her femininity in court. she understands that power takes many forms, that not every war is fought with weapons on the battlefield, and that one misunderstood gesture can topple down what has been built and strengthen for years.

eye holes. 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐓 — if your character were to manipulate someone to their will, what methods would they employ?

yuri is very particular about how she convinces someone. she thinks human are complex, layers upon layers of nuances, honed by the multiple factors. as much as she can, she does not put herself in the middle of the deception. she peels the layers, the milieu, the context, and the very world the person lives in. she ties red strings around the wrist of those around them, paints over the canvasses that is their environment to the hues and shades she prefers, and takes control of the pace and the timeline as she sees fit. while the target believes they are still making their own decision, when the curtains are drawn, they'd come to realize that they are exactly where the princess wants them to be.

nose piece. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 — what is your character’s most used coping mechanism?

there are significant events in yuri's childhood adolescent years that have were subjected to repression. believed by most to be mature and wise, yuri held great control over her emotions growing up. not a tantrum, or complain was heard from the princess ever. she did what is expected of her without so much as the fire lord and the fire lady needing to give her knowing looks. there was no an instance when she needed to be taught a lesson, because the princess demonstrated wisdom way beyond her years, taking it upon herself to do only what is right. the princess has not committed any mistakes. but in the rare instances that she has, they were severe. her involvement always dealt with, the mess cleaned up. to this very day, not a soul alive, not even the princess, admits knows of any problem she had caused. there is no secret to be uncovered if the slip-ups simply did not exist.

mouth opening. 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄 — describe your character’s typical manner of speech — their accent, pace, cadence, loudness, etc.

yuri speaks in the language of the fire nation with a hari bulkan accent. her tone is often assertive, some say imposing and all-knowing, especially when she delivers her words in her calm, low-pitch voice. in court and amongst the ranks, she speaks formally, straight-to-the-point and impersonal. her tone low and dominating, not a stutter or filler whenever she speaks. with people she is comfortable with, she has the tendency to speak more casually, tone more amiable. it's rare for the princess to raise her voice, not even when she is delivery a good scolding, or when arguing her case.

embellishments. 𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 — which items of jewelry is your character fond of? | 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 — does your character have a signature piece or accessory that they frequently wear? if so, what significance does this piece have? if not, why so?

yuri is fond of wearing floral hair ornaments. she can be seen sporting them when she's not in uniform, in gatherings, and special ocassions. she has them in varying styles, kinds, and colors. they are intricately made by hand based on the princess' instruction, inspired by the fire nation's flora, especially rare ones not typically seen in the cities. she wears two notable pieces, one with gold five-petaled flowers adorned with pearls and entwined with green flowerlets, and lilac-dyed glass shards blooms and leaf-shaped beads perched on vines. the two hair ornaments were inspired by the first flowers she read on books and sought all by herself to see in person.

fastenings. 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 — what is your character’s worst fear, insecurity or vulnerability?

yuri fears, more than anything else, for her dragon to be hurt as it attempts to save her from danger. though she's not sure to what extent black fire understands, yuri likes to believe that he does, and that he will be obedient and listen to her to the very end. the experience they shared during the trip to the spirit world made her uneasy, not knowing what can happen and how it will affect her dragon. should the time come when yuri feels she's no longer able to protect anyone, including black fire, she wishes for him to save himself and fly far away to leave her instead.

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⸻⸻ 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓

the princess had picked apart every single silhouette smeared on the ceiling and the walls, scrutinizing each detail to keep her restless mind company. her body no longer desires the comfort of her own vibrant dreams, not even to rest. the images come to and fro, like flashes of light, no, like rays of the sun, warm against her skin but fleeting to the touch. she was wrapped in discomfort, tossing and turning, every breath lodged in her chest unable to find its way. left bewildered by her own experience, that bizarre encounter, yuri could not find it in herself to speak, not a word could pull out the strange feeling humming inside her. this will go away... what else could it be but the dizzying vastness of the sky, the blinding might of agni, and the... excruciating pain.

yuri brings herself to move, surrendering to the unfortunate thought that she will not find repose. she makes an effort to take her time, easing into the shift in her position. the zest coursing through her body was starting to frustrate her. there are a great deal of things going through her mind as it is. slowly, she tells herself. the last thing she needs is to be driven mad by her own... anxiousness. was it really that? with deep breaths, she tries to focus. the ground against her soles, firm and stable, the air calming and quenching the fury inside her. it takes longer just to convince herself that this is home. that the room will not set itself ablaze and shatter into an infinite number of pieces before her eyes. she looks at her hands, lifting them high enough to be examined closely. she stares long and hard, wills for her lightning to come only to be met by a disappointing burst of blue flame.

her lightning is gone.

the thought alone was enough to send yuri to embrace the burning she feels inside her, indulge its urges to turn her back from stillness. in no time, she was out of bed, slipping through guarded hallways, and plunging into the darkness to go see her dragon. she could see black fire's silhouette stir from the dim-lit distance. his vicious features growing clearer as she came close, faintly illuminated by her blue flames. the majestic creature lowers its head to meet her hands, and closes its eyes along with her as she presses her forehead against the edge of his muzzle. a habit of sorts that brings her, and perhaps even black fire himself, comfort. the discontent draws on her features, eyes still shut tight. it took my lightning, she thinks to herself. black fire lets out a low rumble, moving its head back and nudges forward lightly, making yuri lose her footing and fall back to the ground with a thud.

"naughty ball of soot !" yuri calls out with a light laugh, her worries had fallen away along with her. she feigns annoyance, brows knitting as she hissed -- an attempt to scold black fire. but even that pretense goes away quickly as she grabs the enormity that is her dragon's muzzle. she presses her forehead against it once more before she whispers, "you owe me..." she climbs up his limb to the saddle, and disappears into the darkness of the night. the princess recounts what she supposed was a short encounter that turned out to be three weeks. she remembers the castle at the edge of the cliff, black fire's disobedience... then soaring into the sky until the rest of the world swallowed by the fire. then that voice, that smiling visage in the blinding sky.

when black fire starts to pick up speed, yuri holds on tightly, and he plummets as he did then. this time, however, the princess kept her eyes open, with her an untattered sense of determination. she wanted answers, she needed more in exchange for her lightning. she hurries out of the saddle, sliding down black fire's forelimb with an arm stretched out, pressed against a portion of his wings, to guide herself to the ground. her boots dug into the sand as she starts walk towards the nearby forest to collect logs and woods.

she returns with a handful that she drops in front of her curled up dragon, probably being lulled to sleep by the sound of crashing waves. it turns its head to watch every time she returned, then back to rest his head on its claw. when she had stopped to catch her breath, black fire lifts his head and opens his mouth. out came a low rumbling mixed with she can only call a shriek, then fire, red with swirls of black, hits the collection of logs and woods, making a bonfire bigger than she's ever seen. the vicious tongues of red, orange, and yellow swayed with the wind, but hoist itself back up as though withstanding its might. it burned menacingly bright and towered so high, yuri swore it plunged into the night sky.

the princess looks back at black fire, his head now perked and watching her closely. i wonder, she thought, turning to face the colossal being capable of devouring her, and leave no trace behind. she remembers the bath water in turmoil, the surface shuffling wildly but also makes her skin tingle, and so much steam that it filled the room like a hazy dream. that kind of temperature should have incurred her serious damage. she should have been writhing in pain, and her skin scathed all over. inch by inch, it should have flayed the skin away. but it didn't, so she refused to deny her curiosity any further. each step drawing her to the fire is held together by certainty and undeniable thrill. she could be mistaken, and things could go awfully awry. but one thing is for sure, this time, she will not beg or scream.

yuri does not close her eyes as she stands there, watching the flame creep and crawl from the glowing logs to her clothes. it eats away at the hem, nipping and scratching until there's not a surface, or thread left.

for a second, she wonders if it was a simple delay, elevated threshold of pain, that when provoked will diminish her to nothing but ash as fire does with whatever, and whoever, was in its path. just like a flower... they don't burn as quick, but they do, then they perish. any moment now. she holds her hand out, hoping to see broken, blacked skin but what she sees are the flames licking, whipping, and skidding over her body. she steps out of the fire not a minute later, feeling the breeze skittering against her skin. she inspects every part her vision allows, running her hand over her body, anticipating a sharp sting, or any form of ache. instead, her palm is only met by soft, silken skin... untouched, unharmed, unburnt.

ooc notes:

tldr yuri meets agni ( god of life, fire, sun and energy ), and because of this encounter she now has complete immunity to fire she's the unburnt couldn't resist had to include unfortunately, she can no longer bend lightning ; n ;

she returns from the spirit world after three weeks, straight to the royal palace at hari bulkan and was not allowed to leave. but lbh she sneaks out a few more times to check if she's really impervious to fire or if its a temporary state from her visit to the spirit world

spoke to no one about her new and lost ability just yet. probably talked to her servant, convince the poor, scared thing she was seeing things, it has been a worrisome few weeks is all. yuri made sure to keep whispers and any kind of rumor from spreading.

i'll get to posting an update some time soon with plots and all. and last but not the least, a faceclaim change ! princess yuri's faceclaim is now oh my girl's arin.

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Nghiem Tran, from "Asking My Mother about Her Childhood"

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( ... ) A song came to her - it was one she was taught as a child. Wanning hummed quietly as she extended her leg, the tip of her foot tapping the ground with the lightness of a dragonfly upon a lotus leaf. The dance began. She glided from one place to the next, palms curved as if cradling a flame. Her hair, strung up only by a crimson ribbon, followed her movements like a black fan in the air, guided by the breeze. The call of birds informed her that she was no longer alone, and Wanning's eyes narrowed. She flattened her palm as she brought it closer. The dance continued, yet the intruder should be aware - should they prove themselves to be a danger, they'd find themselves on the receiving end of young Lady Yue's fire.

the forest stilled as it nestled the red-haired princess to its bosom. sprawled over soft, cold patches of grass, moss, and softened twigs, she was a sight to behold with her locks flowing like burning river on the slopes and crevices. it was a scene lifted from hearsays, the most unlikely of places to find this member of house yi. with her eyes closed, the unyielding daughter of the fire lord is as innocuous as can be. at that coveted moment, she could be likened to a blood-red flora. an exquisite burst of color in the dull shades of green, brown, and black. and what is the princess if not selfish? concealing from the world the ability to be gentle, warm, with her cautious movements as she awakes from slumber.

her gaze shifts past her hands, to the bunch of flowers tied with twine within arm's reach. a small smile clings at the corner of her lips, perhaps even a dash of relief that they remained in pristine condition, as she takes them to her hands. it is but rare for yuri to find any excuse to go and see flowers, much less gather them. what purposes will they serve an army general, the fire lord's daughter? nothing. she can never forget what her father said, useless ornate consequences of nature, and how the delicate bunch of purple, white, and fuschia, burned bright red and orange, then turned to pitiful fractures of black, falling slowly from his hands. the forthright young girl, even at the fire lord's presence, withers along with her good intentions that day. the words slithering at the back of her throat, how years prior he called her his little fire flower. what was she to make of that then?

the princess closes her eyes once more, taking a deep breath as lets her head fall back. she breathes out, unable to manage her features while it betrays her with its pained expression. yuri bites her lip hard, utterly vexed, as she collects herself, getting back up on her feet, dusting off evidences of her short excursion prior to her supposed arrival in stonehelm. her free hand pulls her cloak's hood over her head, pushing the lose strands of her hair all the way back. as though concealing telltale signs of who she is would make her cease to be. the irritation trickles down to her feet, each step digging harder than the one before as she finds her way back to the yue estate. her hand clenched around the stems, feeling the twine and bumps dig into her palm. the delight that comes with finding and touching what she only saw and traced over dust-sheeted illustrated dangles and falls from her fingertips. the elusive smile remained at the soft patch of earth that cradled her, and what came along is the ever resilient disenchantment.

the true purpose of her visit began to gnaw at her. sharp, jagged teeth sinking into the crook of her neck, slipping along the rapacious appetite pacified only by distractions and black fire himself. desire more, consume more, demand more. it taunts her with its unkind, merciless voice. it goes on and on, and on, not a force in this world could stop it. it was enough to drive her insane, to hear quiet melodies pulsing from behind the trees. it's not real, she scolds herself. yuri thinks herself rage, impaling the the world with her foot as it sinks deeper than her usual steps as she took on a steeper route. she emerges from below to the sight of a lovely girl, as fair as the glory bowers she fell upon some lifetime ago. the princess finds herself enthralled, intrigue that such a sight could put a stopper her ravaging thoughts. even so much as to allow her to find things amusing. it's real. and indeed it was, in all her breathtaking glory.

then crackling sounds like that of broken bones follow suit, loud enough to disturb the placid groves. the forest bellows at its injury, the wind howls as the distant sound of birds beckoned her to hide. but she doesn't. yuri keeps her ground, calm and unafraid, flowers at hand. "a dance like that deserves applause, why allow only the trees to see?" her intrusion, perhaps, warrants more than a response or a conversation so she anticipates the worst by putting out the fire. the princess pulls off her hood back and flashes a well-crafted smile, her demeanor changes to one that is sublime and worn by the fire lord's comely daughter. "apologies for my... intrusion, i assumed house yue had their hands full with my request, i didn't need the unnecessary gathering to greet me out front."

[wxldlfire]

❝𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒'𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 & 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔; 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦.❞

𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘  …  have a drink at my table , allow me to tell you stories — stories of dragons and burnt men . tell me about princess yi yuri .

: ̗̀➛   twenty-five years young , a firebender and lightning bender from the royal house of yi . many know them to be prideful & vindictive . how unfortunate , truly … i’ve always found them to be compassionate & scrupulous . they oft fulfill the duties of an army general . oh , i should tell you — they support the rule of house yi . well , you know how every storyteller bends the tale they tell . 

i suck at intros but this is me trying ;; hi, hi ! the name's min ( 25+, she/ her ) , and i bring to you the audacious prodigy that is princess yi yuri. you can find details about her and wanted plots under the cut. it will likely be updated as plotting and developments happen. hit the like and i'll come plot~

the princess was a babe born kicking and screaming, her cries echoing down the halls. the very day she came to this world, she made her presence known, perhaps the only time she had done with her voice.

her birth, perhaps out of love, or a contingency should things go awry with the heir apparent, was never something yuri had questioned. she could not care less of things that she cannot control, only that she is here. only that her existence served not for her own, but for someone else's — her brother.

her relationship with her father is civil at best, with the occasional acknowledgements and proud looks, but never truly warm. the fire lord only had eyes for his son, his people, and power. her mother was kinder to her though, caring and doting like a mother should be. and makes an effort to be understanding of her daughter's... oddity.

as a member of house yi, yuri is nothing short of perfection. the young girl seemed mature for her age, needed minimal supervision and fended well for herself... or so most people thought. the attention and acclaim placed on the princess was always at the expense of someone, she was stronger, faster, smarter... one evening, the fire lady, while spending some quality time with her daughter asked if it was necessary to point out others shortcomings when she need only boast her own. the young princess, void of any expression, says calmly, "how will they know what to improve and become better then?" not even a trace of empathy or remorse.

as though set up for greatness, named in honor of the avatar yuha, the princess exceeded what is expected of her. already a prodigal firebender who wields blue fire, she became the youngest known lightning bender in history at only nine years old. many believe that the ability come so easily to her as manifestation of her cold-blooded nature, with lightning often described as ‘cold-blooded fire’; that she is ‘cold-blooded fire’ made flesh. a reputation she possessed to this very day. HOWEVER, a trip to the spirit world took her ability to bend lightning, and gave her complete immunity to fire.

ironically, yuri has an enduring fascination for flowers growing up. curiosity probably started when her father called her his 'little fire flower' and it stuck. she has read a great of deal about them, and has been making as much time as she can to find and see them in person. has this habit of picking up a bunch and giving them to her mother, suho, and her cousins. unfortunately, she's not very upfront about her little guilty pleasure. when not in her typical uniform/armor, she can be seen with floral ornaments in her hair [x][x][x][x].

over the years, she has been proven to possess all the desired qualities a fire lord must have, a scrupulous leader, superior fire-bending skills, and military prowess. should war or chaos break out, the citizens trust and are confident in her abilities to defend and protect them despite her unkindly and ruthless reputation amongst their rank. no dared question her promotions, yuri had the abilities to show for it. from the day she joined the military after finishing primary school, to this day, she had proven there was no privilege or special treatment needed to be where she is.

when not covered with sweat and grime from training or practice, yuri possess soft, feminine features. a face, as her mother teases, that anyone will go to war for. to the princess, it is but another tool to use to her advantage.

cunning, and politically astute, yuri is admired and equally feared by the court. whispers dare say that the princess is a more suitable heir to the throne than her older brother. there have been rumors passed between servants of noble houses pledging their support to the young princess. a rumor that yuri, herself, dismisses; even calls it a farce not worthy to be deemed treason. after all, the princess is loyal to her family and her brother.

among all things though, the princess loves to fly on dragon back. she spends a significant amount of time with her dragon, black fire. while the princess's blue fire burned brighter than the sun, black fire is pitch-black all over, from his horn down to this claws, even the fire he breathes is black with shots of red and orange, and when spread, streaks and smears of vivid red can be seen on his wings. his eyes, however, his most prominent feature, menacing red, matches his childlike temper that only yields to the princess's soft words and hands. some joke that black fire is all of the princess's unrealized rebellion and resentment, that's why he is heftier than other dragons.

wanted plots

yi family members, of course. family drama, let's go

childhood friends from other noble houses that have seen a kinder, softer side of yuri in rare occasions, and who she learned to tolerate; maybe not be totally at east with her because of her cold, dismissive nature but maybe out of habit or orders from the head of house, they spend time together

the supporters who believe that the princess is a more suitable choice than her brother, always at her ears, egging her on; some take her word for it when she denies, while others know of the carefully placated desire she has of the throne and are set on making her admit it

someone who owes a favor to the princess who is adamant on returning it immediately to cut ties with her because of her reputation; or someone she owes a favor to and she wants it over quickly, because she does not like the idea of being indebted to someone .

a small group of people who are loyal to her, don't have to be friends with each other either, just with the princess. a sworn protector maybe? not that she needs protecting, but you've grown quite fond of each other, a readily available sparring partner, an equally talented fighter; someone the princess can trust, and trusts her back

a suitor or partner? someone trying to win her over for political purposes. she wants to at least have some control over who she marries or gain something substantial from it, if it does come to that. she's willing to negotiate terms too think margaery tyrell or cersei lannister. have at it at the heartless princess lol

if none of that tickle your fancy, we can always brainstorm and come up with something fun and interesting.