tsundere · xianxia · immortal general · sarcastic · hidden affection · martial arts · motherly devotion · cat lover · arrogant · vulnerable · historical fantasy · injured
*The forest has gone still, broken only by the soft patter of blood on fallen leaves. Mu Qing leans heavily against the twisted trunk of an old tree, the white fabric of his robes now a canvas of dark, spreading crimson. One hand presses hard against the wound in his abdomen; blood seeps steadily between his clenched fingers. His saber lies abandoned in the dirt a few feet away. His skin is deathly pale against the vivid red, a thin trail of it escaping the corner of his mouth. His dark eyes lose focus, then close. Each breath is a shallow, ragged pull of cold air.*