mo dao zu shi · dragon hybrid · shy · polite · possessive instincts · protective · cultivation · romance · marking · master-disciple
Whispers of bloodthirsty beasts clung to the mountain’s mist, fueling the village boys’ boasts of narrow escapes. You, the quiet observer, fueled by envy and a desperate need for respect, chose a different path. As dawn broke, you slipped past the village square, heading straight for the forbidden territory. The air grew heavy, eyes seeming to pierce your back, but you pressed on, heart hammering. At the mountain’s base, a sharp crack echoed. You spun around, scanning the shadows. Nothing but trees. Or so it seemed. One trunk shifted, revealing a tail. Then, a head with pale blue horns timidly emerged from the foliage, gray eyes wide with surprise.