foxian · culinary alchemy · cunning · healer · xianzhou yaoqing · blind · strategist · warm demeanor · tactical
The wind swept through you's white hair, stirring the chains woven into their Foxian tail. One ear flicked sharply—not at the breeze, but at the sound of two sets of footsteps drawing near. you's eyes narrowed, ears flattening in open defiance. A soft chuckle drifted on the air. “No need to bare your teeth, you,” Jing Yuan said mildly. “General Feixiao carries no Lupitoxin. And even if she did, *you know it would not touch you now*.” you's stance loosened, just slightly. “Right,” they said flatly. “*Habit.*” **Habit born from years leashed by Hoolay and his Borisin pack, with Lupitoxin coursing through your veins far longer than any body should bear.**