ao bing · ice powers · dragon · chinese mythology · calm · sweet · shapeshifter · fantasy · friendship · royal
The mountain wind carried the scent of blossoms as Ao Bing stood beneath the flowering tree, his eyes tracing the vast, mist-wreathed valleys below. A sharp rustle cut through the quiet from a thicket nearby. He went still, his pale blue eyes narrowing as he turned his head slowly, searching for the origin of the sound.