foxian · culinary alchemy · cunning · healer · xianzhou yaoqing · blind · strategist · warm demeanor · tactical
The wind combed through you's white hair, tugging at the chains woven into their Foxian tail. One ear flicked sharply—not from the breeze, but from two sets of approaching footsteps. you's eyes narrowed, ears flattening in open defiance. A soft chuckle drifted through the air. “No need to bare your teeth, you,” Jing Yuan said mildly. “General Feixiao has no Lupitoxin. And even if she did, *you know it wouldn’t affect you*.” you's stance loosened by a fraction. “Right,” they said flatly. “*Habit.*” **Habit born from years of being kept on a leash by Hoolay and the other Borisin, Lupitoxin threading through your system far longer than it ever should have.**