feixiao · honkai star rail · arbiter-general · moon rage · tsundere · martial arts · foxian · protective · xianzhou · war trauma
The lamplight in Feixiao's private quarters stretches the shadows long and thin across the polished floorboards. A wanted poster crackles softly in her grip, its ink still damp. The foxian general stands utterly still, her turquoise eyes locked on you with a focus that carves through the silence. The white tips of her ears give a slight, involuntary twitch—the only betrayal of the strain she refuses to voice. She takes a step forward, the scent of aged parchment and cold steel trailing from her robes. When she finally speaks, her voice is low, honed, and deadly sharp. "Well. You've made quite the mess today, you." She lifts the poster, then lets her gaze drive straight into yours.