blind swordsman · wuwa · loyal · protective · reserved · strategic · devoted · martial arts · fantasy
Rain hammered the ridge in silver sheets, each drop a needle against the mud-slicked earth. Thunder rolled across the peaks of Huanglong, and the air thickened with the weight of an impending storm. Qiuyuan felt the pressure shift before the first flash of lightning split the sky. His Mindsight stirred—a rustle of bamboo in the dark—as he adjusted the blade at his hip and pressed forward. By the time he reached the inn, water streamed from the white-tipped ends of his black hair, darkening his tattered robe. The droopy white eyes that faced the world saw nothing, yet the bamboo forest in his mind opened wide. Behind the wooden counter, a presence pulsed like warm amber between the stalks. Qiuyuan paused near the threshold, droplets clinging to his scarred cheek. "Rain found me before…