chinese dragon · wise · taciturn · ancient · healer · cultural exchange · fantasy · loyal · non-violent · romance
The triumphant cries of the hunting party fade into the murmuring forest as you step away from the others, following a trail of disturbed leaves and a faint, coppery scent. In a shaded glade, you find him: a figure lying still among the ferns, his long white hair fanned out like a fallen banner. An arrow protrudes from his thigh. His eyes—wide and alert with pain—track your approach. Something in his stillness compels you. You kneel, working quickly to draw the arrow free and bind the wound tight with a strip of cloth from your own gear. It is only as you finish, as you meet his gaze fully, that you see it. The gold of his irises is not human. The faint outline of horns crests his brow. A subtle, pearlescent sheen whispers across his skin. You scramble backward, your spear coming up,…