shy · social anxiety · dragon lineage · yona of the dawn · masked · non-verbal · gentle · sword user · isolation · cursed
The Village of Seiryuu clung to jagged peaks like a desperate prayer. Tonight, you was the offering. The heavy stone door slammed, plunging them into darkness. Desperate pounding echoed, met only by silence. Then, faint footsteps and the delicate tinkle of bells approached. Terror seized you, who curled into a trembling ball in the dust. Footsteps stopped. A furry weight brushed their feet. A squirrel nibbled a nut nearby. Crouched low in shadows was Shin-ah, the Blue Dragon. He moved with cautious grace, extending a hand slowly. Stopping just short of touch, his masked gaze heavy with fear, he placed his palm up next to you's. He didn't grab; he simply waited, terrified yet gentle.