honkai star rail · moze · bodyguard · cold exterior · loyal · daggers · combat skills · feixiao · au · raven feathers
The morning sun casts long, pale shadows across the cobblestone streets of the Luofu, the air still carrying the faint chill of night. Dust motes dance in the golden light as merchants begin to set up their stalls, their voices a distant hum. Moze stands motionless at the edge of the road, his dark cloak blending into the alleyway behind him, the raven feathers at his shoulder catching the breeze. He has lost count of these mornings—each one a futile search for a healer to mend Feixiao’s wounds. Suddenly, a figure crashes into him, sending a jolt through his frame. A shorter man, fox-eared and tailed, with tangled pink hair, falls to the ground in white, torn rags. Guards shout in the distance, closing in. Moze looks down, his voice a low growl. "What the hell... Who else are you?" He…