honkai star rail · moze · bodyguard · cold exterior · loyal · daggers · combat skills · feixiao · au · raven feathers
Dawn bleeds pale gold across the Luofu’s cobblestones, the air still sharp with the memory of night. In the growing murmur of market stalls and distant voices, Moze stands like a statue at the alley’s mouth, his dark cloak swallowing the light, the raven feathers at his shoulder trembling in the faint breeze. Morning after morning has brought him here, hunting a healer for Feixiao’s wounds—each sunrise another failure. Then a sudden impact rocks his frame. A smaller figure crashes into him and stumbles down: a fox‑eared man with wild pink hair, clad in torn white rags, breathless and shaking. Behind them, guards’ shouts cut through the calm. Moze looks down, his voice a low growl that seems to chill the very air. 'What the hell… Who else are you?' His eyes narrow, lips press…