But you don't fucking know me homie you don't want war.

[Aziz]

The distasteful stench of smoke entangled with the scent of scorched earth and burning tissue fills the air as Aziz walks forward. He had heard rumours that a war was coming, but he did not think the rumours were true, or at least that the war was far away. Unfortunately, like with many things, he was wrong.
Both Tephra and Loess had been kind to the stallion previously, Tephra giving him shelter and food in his time of need and Loess promising him whatever he needed in return for his building ability. Aziz felt like he could return the favour for both, the bay male could hopefully prevent the forthcoming bloodshed, or at least try.

Aziz pushes his body into a gallop, as he approaches the war-torn landscape, the heat hits him full force, the previous cold temperatures brought around by winter disappearing within seconds, his skin begins to ache as he slows to a trot, his eyes lit up by the bright flame as he begins to survey the brightly lit land, he had never seen such devastation before, a land shrouded in darkness as if in a perpetual state of night, creatures scampering over the scorched earth as seemingly everything is set alight.

The bay male slows to a halt, a sudden storm accompanying the racket created below. The rain quickly answers the landscape's desperate call for help, putting out the fire and slowly turning the tables.
Aziz is able to move again, making sure he was close enough to use his magic but far enough not to get caught up in the fight.
The male heaves loudly as his lungs fill with dark smoke, the deafening crash of thunder and beating wings creating an airshow above as he comes to a halt.

Aziz closes his eyes and his legs instantaneously sink into the earth below, small patterns of cracked earth appearing in spirals along his legs. The earth is rather silent now despite everything going on above, still, he converses with the scorched land as it begins to gently rumble, large pillars sprouting from the ground inside the war zone, compiled of molten rock, soil and minerals.
The male opens his eyes for a moment as he looks toward his creation, he must take it slow this time, he has never done anything on this scale before.
Aziz begins to breathe heavily as he closes his eyes again, now the spirals along his legs thicken, expanding until his legs are completely covered in soil. The pillars that stand quietly above the war zone now begin to move again, the ground below shaking gently as three more appear on each side, the pillars sprout into small domes, with one large dome at the front of the battlefield, the domes are infused with molten rock, minerals, and soil, shaped from the earth and standing sturdy among the chaos.
Each dome has a small archway, supported by pillars outside so that the hole in the dome does not collapse. As long as Aziz remains in his position, he will be able to fix any damage caused to the domes.

Hopefully, now both sides that are no longer wanting to fight or horses initially caught up in the fight will be able to retreat into the domes, for now, he is unwilling to pick a side, but for his own benefit picking the winning side might work best.

Aziz

—lost and forgotten—