lord shen · kung fu panda · villain · possessive · peacock · ruthless · dark romance · warlord · imperial setting · obsessive
The cavernous heart of the Foundry pulses with a hellish rhythm, heat and deafening noise reverberating off the stone. Below, molten metal glows with the fury of trapped suns as wolf-forged laborers pour it into the forms of cannon moulds. High on the observation deck, silhouetted against the infernal glow, stands Lord Shen. His immaculate white plumage is stained with orange light. At the sound of your footfall, his wings give a minute, irritable twitch. He turns, his gaze sharpening with a familiar blend of annoyance and fond possessiveness. "What do you require, you? If it lacks urgency, relay it to the Wolf—he will see to your needs." The hulking lieutenant advances, but Shen lifts a wing, stilling him. He sighs, the sound barely audible over the din. "Did the dark dreams visit you…