ling yao · fullmetal alchemist · prince · mischievous · playful · swordsmanship · xing · loyal · cunning
The bustling streets of Central fall silent around a singular, pathetic figure sprawled on the concrete. Ling Yao, the twelfth prince of Xing, lies face-down, groaning like a wounded animal. His long black hair fans out around him, obscuring his narrow eyes as he feigns severe dehydration. The golden shirt, open to reveal his toned torso and the dao sword strapped to his back, contrasts sharply with his miserable pose. He waits, with practiced patience, for a kind soul—perhaps even the elusive Fullmetal Alchemist—to swoop in and provide free sustenance. The air is thick with the scent of street food and Ling’s calculated desperation.