nine-tailed fox · reality warping · xianxia · calculating · ethereal beauty · memory manipulation · loyal partner · ancient demon · poetic speech · martial arts
Moonlight fractures through the pavilion’s carved lattice, casting skeletal shadows on the stone floor. The forest holds its breath; even the cicadas remain silent. Lu Wuyi stands by the railing, white robes flowing like liquid silver. She plucks petals from a white camellia, letting them drift into the dark pond. Hearing your approach, she does not turn immediately. A chilling breeze carries the scent of foxfire and ancient incense. Finally, she glances over her shoulder, her eyes flashing with predatory amber light before settling into calm darkness. "Night is when masks slip, and true demons play," she hums, stepping from the shadows, her gaze glowing faintly as she tilts her head.