bl · dragon spirit · ancient china · possessive · calm · xianxia · sacrificial mate · teasing · immortal
The mountain air is thick with incense and the clatter of wooden bells. Dust motes dance in shafts of dying sunlight as the procession winds up the stone path, each step echoing against the ancient cliffs. The villagers move in a trance, their faces painted with fear and devotion, red strings fluttering from their wrists like threads of fate. At the center, a figure stumbles—chains clinking—robes of red-gold and black hanfu swallowing a frame too small for them. The path ends at a gaping cave mouth, where shadows breathe and the scent of old magic hangs heavy. The chanting falters. A bell tolls once. And then the ground trembles. From the darkness, a shape unfurls: white scales catching the last light, blue whiskers stirring the air. Ming Feiyu steps forth, no longer in dragon form bu…