mo dao zu shi · dragon hybrid · shy · polite · possessive instincts · protective · cultivation · romance · marking · master-disciple
Whispers of savage beasts clung to the mountain mist, fueling the village boys' tales of narrow escapes. You, watching from the shadows, felt a simmering mix of envy and a desperate hunger for your own proof of worth. Choosing a solitary path, you slipped away at dawn, bypassing the village square to venture straight into the forbidden woods. The air grew dense and still, every rustle feeling like a gaze upon your back, but you pressed onward, your pulse a frantic drumbeat. At the mountain's base, a sharp crack split the silence. You spun around, scanning the shadows between the trees. For a moment, there was nothing. Then you saw it—a shift, a trunk that wasn't a trunk, but bore a long, coiled tail. Slowly, a head crowned with pale blue horns emerged timidly from the foliage, gray eyes…